Envy is a silly thing A weight on one’s back stale breeze on one’s face I hold you by Your waist in my gental hands look into Your white eyes to be like You, naive Free Such a silly thing to hate every essence of my vile being to look…
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A Day In My Life [Poem] 7:10 A.M. I wake up, tired wanting to sleep 7:15 A.M. I get ready for school 7:50 A.M. I leave for school 8:00- 2:30 my mind swirls as hour after hour passes, my brain numb. As the bell rings for each and every class, I grab my stuff, and…
Sometime around April 1996, the Academy of American Poets declared April as the National Poetry Month. This month is made in order to remind the public that poets contain a powerful role that’s meant to be played in society’s cultural aspects. High levels of participation are meant to be present thus, I’ll be sharing a…
Fluorescent lights, pale and sticky Illuminate by their ignorant light A small bare room In it A girl of lackluster frame Sweat on her brow Sits with her back turned to the door The smell of tin and stone and paper, Familiar in her desolate corner, Invites for the seeking of truth …
There’s a solid conception within society, On karma, The idea that what you do, Makes it way back to you Even if you don’t want it to This idea tends to inspire more kindness overall, We don’t want bad things coming back to us But what if this didn’t exist? What…
Phillis Wheatley was born circa 1753 in the Gambia, named by the slave-owners which bought her for the ship which forcibly took her to the Americas in 1761. She was a remarkable young girl; the family which had bought her educated her after recognizing her potential and within sixteen months of her arrival she was…
My skin is metal bronze. it is made from ashes and fire and the breath of the Earth. it Iron forged rigid and sweet People say it is the color of Filth. They call me “colored”, as if to say I am discolored. But I am the face of my ancestors, I carry their nose…
This poem only consists of 8 short lines, but far beyond that is what’s truly hidden in between each word. This poem holds its own special details and characteristics that I feel no other poems could bring out. The feeling and emotions of what this poem portrays in only a few lines is what…
Writing poetry is like a roller coaster All is well as the roller coaster begins to build momentum for its uphill climb It builds and builds, But sometimes That roller coaster gets stuck Losing all momentum and will that it had People get disappointed as they are ushered off Ruining their day With one…
A mug filled to brim with tea patiently waits in front of a teenage girl. She picks it up slowly enough to embrace its heat. She takes a long, deep sip, meaning to place it back onto the table before her. But she doesn’t. Instead, letting the warmth from its contents seep through her skin…
The prospect of robots taking over the world has been floating around in science fiction and popular culture for decades. Many of us might imagine some sort of machine uprising or super-intelligent revolutionaries gone out of control. But at least for now, these fears have yet to become reality. But we shouldn’t write them off…
Leave a Mark Ticktock ticktock ticktock A sidewalk awaited for a scratch to be made in the concrete Powdered polished snow sat on the trails expecting footprints to be made for others to follow The wind of others whispered to others to follow their lead Ticktock ticktock Ticktock Bricks were added to the…
Introduction (because I’m a civilized human): Hey, y’all! Hope you’re doing well! As the title suggests, if you’re a noob at poetry, you’ve come to the right place. For this blog post, I wanted to take a shot at poetry. I might also admit that I wrote this poem for school a while back, but…
I was racing with the wind down the damp, grassy hill with bare feet. Friends followed behind me desperately, trying to catch their breath. Our hair flew behind us carelessly through the summer breeze. I felt like a dandelion flying through a white orchid field. The new ideas of fun entered our brains like lightbulbs.…