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Aching Streets
The work is about language barriers/expectations I faced as an Indian American. The poem can be read three ways (the left side on its own, the right side on its…
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Longing
My blood runs brown, rich like the soil of a homeland I’ll never see. Yet I can taste the fruits of that farmland.
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Ore
my home smells like baking grass and diluted smoke it tastes like salt, like when i used to lick my hands as a child and came up with a mouthful…
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Glasses
I have terrible vision. I’ve always had terrible vision. When I was 7, my mother took me to the optometrist and showed me reading charts plastered with E’s. “Read it,”…
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Written in Chalk
With trembling hands, She grasps the chalk, So fragile and breakable, a wisp of white In the dark, dank basement. She cowers at the feet of her father Who barks…
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Falling Out of Love
Did you see us falling in love? I didn’t. We never knew of loving, With all our capabilities, Till one day, we fell in love, And love was all we…
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Round and Round the Rounds
how would i ever start to talk about my brother's heart? once stark and shining, like the sun, too soon found all its beating done.
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A Broken Wishing Well
never ending expectations are dropped like coins splattered into a fountain they fall and make a splash piercing the water abruptly until it’s smooth silky surface is forced into a…
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Old
As I struggle with my identity as a Chinese-American who was born in an immigrant family, I often wonder what side of me is the "true" me. These thoughts were…
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How I Became a Love Poet
By Emilia Castaneda, 17 I always wondered why so many poems were about loveThen one day I realizedMaybe it’s because all poets have met youAnd like me–they never quite knew…
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A Hummingbird’s Colors
Family from generations ago, Traveling far to reach a place For a better life Just like a bird migrates in the spring,
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The Summer Evening
My earliest memory is but a blur. Fragmented parts of a scene. There are people, but their features are hazy. There are places and things, but they dance on the…
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I Attempt to Explain
I’m running through my shortening list of excuses, trying to reason my way out of the gaping hole somewhere inside the unmapped chambers of my heart. With your biology pragmatism,…
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My Way Home
I wrote this poem as advice to myself. At the end of this summer my best friend left to live in another country, and as I was walking away after…
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My First Heartache
By Anonymous, 16 You burned Your smile into my eyes. I thanked you for this gift, And tucked it on my lowest shelves So I could Pluck it easily when…
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Milky Way
I wrote this poem as a response to everyone who has told me that I can't do something. "Milky Way" is a poem of spite and retribution. Never let anyone…
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How to Build a Mannequin
I was inspired by the Asian culture while writing this poem. Growing up, being compared to children I’ve never even met is a common occurrence. It’s an internal competition between…
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Where I Am From
After a four-year poetry hiatus, I created "Where I am From" as an assignment for English class. My situation at the time left me craving respite from all the craziness…
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Cinderella
I like to write poems from the perspectives of women, fictional or real, who have inspired me. Growing up Cinderella was my favorite fairytale: I was always captivated by her…
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The hero you cannot save
i guess i will always be this: the warm coat you reach for on a rainy friday night. the hand you grab onto when the world has sunk you and…
