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Reminder
every morning i stare at my reflection in the mirror i remind myself that my people and i are beautiful that our skin tells unique stories that many do not…
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Self-Reproach
The wind came for me; shook my soul Whistling, rageful, forceful. I stood still and welcomed it. Danced with it in unison. Felt its wrath while wilted leaves fell at…
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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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Sparrow
I was in an international writing program where I was given the assignment to write a poem and make a film about it. I had no experience in poetry so…
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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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the perfection
My inspiration was perfectionism and how it could be a bad attribute to have. I have my fair share of perfectionistic tendencies that fester into anxiety. I wrote this piece…
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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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Bittersweet
By Will Lieber, 18, Illinois This is the first poem I have attempted to write on my own outside of school. I never took much of an interest in poetry…
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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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Home Within
We look at others Not with a gaze but an analytical eye Focusing on the curvatures of the body The glow of the skin The sheen of the hair The…
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Branded
From birth we were branded and now we are left lost and stranded Our insecurities and fear fall off our lips and are heard by those around us A story…
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Falling
My mind wandered freely and my feet followed I didn’t focus on where to go because I simply didn’t know I was just looking for something new The path emerged…
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Ode to Sixteen Summers
summer seems not long ago yet now the blizzards come and go with sleet and slush and silver snow the trees swish-sway, to and fro.
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Railway for the Lost
the train continues on restless for a home creaking through railways steering through winding and unyielding lines of uncharted territory the train stops for a brief moment departing from its…
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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…
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Wild Child
on a school trip to Toronto I bought myself a souvenir a keychain from Canada’s Wonderland. I couldn’t find one with my name on it and the others had silly…
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Day 1 of _______
I never imagined it would be this beautiful, the sun falling gently into your tornado sky eyes.
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Clovers in the Rain
I was waiting for my aunt to pick me up from band camp. I saw a small field of clovers. I thought they looked beautiful, because they had drops of…