New years
New Years By Jordan Andrews Happy New years is what we all shout drinking and partying is what we think it’s all about. The new years means much more to me as we wait until as we wait until…
My Place
My Place by Chance Decoite-Chu The Myna birds fly high I count 1, 2, 3 as they go by Fresh Plumeria flowers I smell them for hours This place is so peaceful Not one squeak out of a birds beak…
Poetry is…
Poetry is... by Jae Carino Poetry is that one bit of light still left at midnight Poetry is the little bit of moon that still shows at noon Poetry is a note for him or a letter for her Poetry…
Poetry is….
Poetry is.... by Cassandra Kauhane Poetry is bright like the light Poetry is exciting but can also be dark Poetry is the heart for the one you love Poetry is like a book the one that teaches you lessons…
A Bittersweet Birthday
A Bittersweet Birthday by Christionne Remo-Young I learned to stay strong And not let my emotions get the best of me It's the only choice i have It happened. The day i never expected to come. Waking up to the…
THOSE TEARS
THOSE TEARS by James Meaole She used to wake me up to the sweet smell of bacon and eggs Then tucked me into bed at night She would also go into my brother and sisters room and turn on their…
Poetry
Poetry by Aaron Trevino Poetry is a maze, it's confusing It can keep you guessing at every turn Poetry is like a faint whisper, when you’re trying to figure out what it's saying It is like an interesting book…
Clouds
Clouds by Benjamin Mundon White sheep, White sheep On a blue hill When the wind stops, You all stand still When the wind blows You walk away slow White sheep, White sheep Where do you go?
Bowling
Bowling by Drake Kuboyama Bowling balls stomping down the lane and boom it cracks all the pins down. Pins are hurt, but the balls feel good, we look and the ball returns and it looks ready to strike again. We throw…
MY COMMUNITY
MY COMMUNITY by Llayton Ilar This is my community A fairly short walk from beginning to end 5-Story Brick Mansions surround me in my point of view Familiar Faces passed while I didn't recognize others The Blazing Asphalt melts…
My Street
My Street by Keale Larey I walked down my street green grass chirping birds and a clear view of sunset orange clouds filled up the sky. As I walk down my street I see people all around some…
A Hot Day In Hawaii
A Hot Day In Hawaii By:Kevin Cruce Early in the morning I think to myself I’m in paradise Sweat ran down my chin no wind in the air and I knew today to was a good day to go to…
My big sister Grace
My Big Sister Grace by Cynthia Perez-Figueroa My big sister Grace someone who understands me who knows the way I feel in every situation Her concern is very very real My big sister Grace someone who has walked…
My Favorite Place
My Favorite Place by Makauole Kahawai There she is in a glorious red dress as she is being escorted to my table Thinking about how beautiful she is When she gets to my table I get my fork and the shell…
My Neighborhood
My Neighborhood by Cydney Silva My neighborhood is quite like beige the only time its loud is when the football game is on. everyone is cheering for their team people yelling and cheering I see kids having…
When I Grow Up…
When I Grow Up… By:Brynne Hopeau-Lampitoc When I grow up… I want to be a baker With delicious desserts When I grow up… I want to be an astronaut That explores the galaxy and fights aliens When…
poetry
poetry by Kailana Alvarez poetry is a way to say how you feel like when flowers bloom poetry is funny like a clown messing up at a party poetry is scary like the woods at night poetry is a way…
Swaying
Swaying by Cecilia Jenkins He is a tree His heart like a branch Not staying still Keeps swaying Back and Forth He can't make up his mind He loves one girl He loves another The branch sways to the left…
Dad
Dad by Niah Washington dad As i watch the days roll by i only wonder what you are feeling, i worry that tomorrow might be the last day to say i love you, i always worry that you aren't…
Poetry is…
Poetry is... by Jordyn Gonsalves Poetry is emotional to me, like if someone is dying. Poetry is like watching a sad movie, and crying. Poetry is a way to express my feelings, as if I were playing…