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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…
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Fight You
This poem is about accepting myself as I am. I can get stuck in negative cycles in my head, and after a while, I started seeing these thoughts as monsters…
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Six Feet Under
Smothered with jasmines, roses and tulips Feeling low and singing the blues The walls of the coffin close in As death knells start to ring I remember all my unfinished…
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Old Friends
We said we’d meet up Just you and me, I got all dressed up You looked so happy, We walked down the street, The day was so clear, I took…
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Someone New
By Alissa Mollett, 17 i was bare without Your taunting laugh to clothe me with comfortable cowardice. i was cold without Your burning eyes to watch as i walked away.
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blind in hindsight
my mind is a book with illustrations color flies freely from page to page each turn more vivid than the last but when i reach your chapter i am overwhelmed…
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Wilting
Jealousy is my one “toxic” trait, and that’s what wilting is all about. I’m far from perfect; a chubby kid, with low self esteem. Needless to say, I see all…
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By Shot and Gun
Children beg for their fathers' lives At the feet of the privileged They are told they are "less than" Like a decree, a proclamation While mothers say "Black is beautiful"…
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POETS, BE HEARD!
Join us on April 16th @ 7 pm CST for our virtual open mic poetry night! This is a low-pressure, non-judgmental space to share your poetry and gain inspiration.
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Sea Sickness
Innocence is beautiful Like a simple dive Dipping in and out Of mistaken understanding Floating in blissful ignorance Untroubled by the big waves Beckoning the roughness of the sea Yet…
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Flat Soda
A small room, Bunked with my brothers, Laughing together, Until the sun rises on this harmonious moment, And we journey together into the new day. All gathered, A klatch around…
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Cages Fell Apart
If wind is nothing more than whispers carried here and there And halos around our faces are nothing more than lantern’s flare If I am but a hallowed home of…
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The Battle of Two Goods
By Aaron Stokes, 17 The battle of two goods. No one is right, No one is wrong. But “you must pick a side. You must pick a flag to wave,…
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I Am
By Jamea Johnson, 16. I am art. I am light and dark. I am joyful and moody...
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Dear Future Daughter
By Camyia Shobe-Thomas, 16 I was mostly raised by my dad so I was taught to be strong, Taught to never let people see you cry, So I lived by…
