"Drug Deals & Soccer Fields" By: Raven Richmond (Wonder Bread) It all starts with a hand shake Drug dealers taking over a children's place The passing of drugs is confused- with the passing of soccer balls Soccer field, soccer field…
Money, We always valued money money never valued us it runs us we allow it to It's not a thing nor a person, place it's money it's it own character it plays it's own role if money were a person i'd tell em'…
"The Community" by : Javia Burton There are no teenager friends in the neighborhood You often think of kids being bad or good Only older people in the community You would think there would be unity in that community such…
"Left Behind" By Kyrell Heaston Good times are missed Bad times are revisited Your're long gone What did I do wrong Never to return again Until I start to win No matter to me, all I can see Your loss,…
"Ten Seconds" By: Taylor Hayes Ten Seconds My heart pounds Like the beat of the drum I can hear screams Coming from the untouched lungs Ten Seconds The spirits creep into the morning due The footsteps sneaking up behind…
A red woman with golden short hair. Powerful , strong , being the man and woman type thing. A red woman with golden short hair. Can make a dark day bright. Can make a cold winter night feel alright. A…
My home is here It's my blissful afternoon It makes music to the ear My house is near My home is here My brothers are here Their wheels I hear We skate We eat My house is near My home…
Poetry is the diary you share. You are free to say anything. By: Markayla Lee You may even find people who agree. It your own world. You tell what you want to tell. Tell your biggest secret. Poetry is your…
What I want to be in life a doctor,lawyer, physician anything you can be anything I want to help reduce the crime on my streets I might get criticized but at least I know I helped my streets Gangs…
Leaving the house at night; I saw my brother's fright; The window slid open; As he ran into the darkness; Of the night; Next thing we knew; Flashing lights; Red and blue; The big brother I always looked up to;…
His name was Bobby His story Will be forever remembered His smell Was of Earth and good old spice His job Was in the sky In the skies that sit high above Clouds turned a dirty brown Gasoline fills the…
What did you wake up to I woke up to the sweet savory smell of bacon in my grandmother's all time famous big black frying pan that's been in my family for generations What did you wake up to? I…
By:Morgan Williams Colors of blue and orange everywhere You can smell the BBQ And almost taste the pork and cold pop Walking down Beale St. you can hear the loud blues music People laughing and having a good time…
Poetry is a hobby. Poetry is a personality. Poetry is a trait or characteristics. Poetry is your mind and thoughts. Poetry is your likes and dislikes. Poetry is someone that truly believes. Poetry is a unique human being. By: Gabriel…
By: Essynce Smith How dare you, claim me as your daughter, when really you're just a stranger. I don't know you, and you don't know me. No same noses, ears, eyes, or anything of that nature. We don't share laughs…