Spring
Alas the spring is here No more snow As summer is near The sun shall glow New life is everywhere Rivers are flowing "Spring is here!" the birds declare The grass is growing Summer is near But spring is here.
Community of Clouds
She is like a cloud always brightening my day with light Pushing away the crowd Shining big and bright but she quickly turns gray like a haunted shadow shedding rainy tears out of my control but i am something she…
Violence
Violence violence is something very bad Violence like police brutality When you think about it's really sad Try to stop mob mentality Violence is everywhere as we know it Committing violence makes some feel good I wanna stop it by…
Stars
Standing on the roof in awe Seeing the stars light up the dim world All his troubles disappear with the swipe of a shooting star Soul filled with light was once a pitch black soul that never could Each shines…
My Special Friend
Its phenomenal how some friends seem so at hand with each other. I feel like that all the time. Shes like my partner in crime, my fraternal twin even, and we so go like peanut butter and jelly. When shes…
Highschool
At 6:55 I wake up I then do my hair and wait outside in the cold Lockers are shut like always Teachers are out their doors looking joyful to be here A crowd of people look like a school of…
Black Paper Moon
Black Paper Moon She’s a mexican girl, living in a whole different world, she feels that she don’t belong here, She’s from one place, but, she feels, like she belongs somewhere else. She feels like a bird, inside his cage,…
all night
from eight until late I think about you you own my nights I don't know what to do i cant get no rest cant get sleep this whole thing got way to big and we should , stop making a…
The Greatest Country in the World
The Greatest Country in the World by Amary Fall Haddonfield, NJ Snow Glistening Wind Sizzling, Blue Sky’s Not a single Cry, What a great country it seems Cause we try to be perfect by all means, A new black shot…
Poetry’s Lifespan
Poetry’s Lifespan By Aaron Haddonfield, NJ Poetry is like building sandcastles You spend your time to construct them But it doesn't seem that way, When you gaze back and admire them But in the end The tide washes them all…