What is Poetry…
What is poetry... by Duncan Anderson Poetry is the bleak snow on a cold arctic day Poetry is a still mountain that could never be moved Poetry is nature, the exotic and beautiful Poetry is a lazy summer day when…
Poetry is…
Poetry is..... by Grace Akau Poetry is a maze full of traps and secret corridors, one of those places that no one ever escapes Poetry is a safe haven, one of those silly little comfort zones where people can let…
Poetry is…
Poetry is... by: Shylee Stanton Poetry is walking through a meadow of lion heads on stems. Poetry is getting hit by a car and waking up from death. Poetry is getting bit by a snake and dying slowly. Poetry is…
Me And My Brother
Me And My Brother Me and my brother dancing in the living room my brother hitting us with a broom. My mom telling us to get out the room. We all go outside to play my mom telling…
Don’t Mess With A Woman
Don't Mess With a Woman By: Hector Cervantes Walking down the street I saw people- fighting each other, Because a women went to Throw trash, but the guys were drunk, The guys whistled at her Then five guys went at them For…
Drunk Dad
Drunk Dad Drunkies everywhere I go, outside I see drunkies. I saw a drunkie and it reminded me of dad. Back then when dad was a big time Drunkie, everyday having his beer on his hand. Coming home from…
Bundle Of Joy
Bundle Of Joy By: Andrew Rodriguez My little boy. a bundle of joy special treats. I wouldn't know without him. Discipline? No such thing. No zingers too. Just himself A bundle of joy.
Homeless
Homeless There he was begging for money, waiting for a opportunity to ask. He sits, he cries, he regrets his decision, about the things he left behind: children,family and love. -Jose Gamez-
My Neighborhood
My Neighborhood By: Hailey Monroy No communication with parents , No “How was your day ?”questions Only a phone in their hand, waiting for a message of their friends. How did we get to this ? Did we ever…
Poetry is…..
Poetry is... By:Melina Arredondo Not just sit there like a bunch of sitting ducks, quacking until the end of time. They should fly like owls, squeak and flicker like bats, and scratch and slip like cats. They should murmur and…