'O Captain my Captain Scholarship Poem' '2018'
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You showed me kindness.
You showed me patience.
I was bullied
for writing how I felt.
I was ashamed of who I was.
I broke.
I bent.
I fell.
So deep
I walked into a cold and lonely room
It reeked of middle school drama and over-used axe spray
She bore,
life.
First two,
expected.
A third,
sweet baby girl
don't you know you're unintentional.
But oh how she'll love you
all the same.
Daughter.
I am hers and
I feel myself push and push and push
My hands glide through the water
Creating a current to push me forward
I’m slowly losing energy
Each lap becomes tougher and tougher
He was ten with his face always stuck in a book
Tales of wizards overcoming abuse at home and having adventures with friends to help him escape his problems,
Influence is leadership
The Leadership of My God influenced me
He washed me clean
With the Holy Blood of His Son
I am clean and pure
A friend who teaches, a person you trust.
Helping you when you need it most and giving you all when you have nothing to give.
Those who teach and help with nothing in return
Everyone needs help when things get too tough
I always wondered why you’d waste a dish on chips when napkins would do
Always seemed like a waste to me
But I understand now that the dish can be used time and time again
While a napkin is but one time use
My dad motivates me to keep striving and to never quit
And he likes to do things with me
He gives me real life situations to solve
My dad makes me do stuff I don't want to do
But he helps me too
My mentor's name is Lebron James
I look up to him in may ways
Such as how he helps his community
He donates over 1 million dollars to school and charity events
I want to be able to do the same
My mentor's name is Lebron James
I look up to him in may ways
Such as how he helps his community
He donates over 1 million dollars to school and charity events
I want to be able to do the same
i know i shouldn’t be mad
at the sick for being so.
He is the victim of His world
and earns my undying pity,
O Social justiceWhat do you mean to meFor I am just a student with stage frighthaving to practice linesfor projects multiple timesalone in the night
Because the shift dress remained to be a hassle, I wore capris instead.
How else was I to ride my bike if my dress was too tight?!
This was a story I would always hold in my heart dearly about my grandmother.
My family motivates me to drive forward through everything. Giving things my all and help me know I can do anything I set my mind on.
They can also tell me when I do wrong because they have been young too
Oh sister of mine
YOu make my heart shine
What would I do without you
You are my honey and glue
You're doing a 9-5 just so I can stay with you
You lead and show me the way
Years spent
Guilt-ridden, powerless,
Watching my country turn on itself.
Neighbor against neighbor against those who need help.
Bowing my head in shame,
Only to see my white skin,
When will you find out
That things are not going south
I don't know when it came in
For love is just a sin
I've never felt the same
Since that day I'm not so tame
I get a rush here and there
We have never met, yet you influence my life like no one else.
Thank you.
You taught me to be a dreamer, for those who do not dream are lost.
Thank you.
Have you ever seen the wonder
That brightens a child’s face?
In front of a huge plexi-glass window
Watching.
Wide eyes, innocently bright,
Absorbing everything
And not blinking for a second in fear
When there's a knock on the door, or a phone call followed by silence.
When your faith has been shaken and you can't do anything about it.
All you know is that the dead don't return.
You thought me to be confident
Always told me to be honest
Show how to respect others
You always say to be strong
To be a leader
You take care of me
Always love me
Never give up on me
You gave birth to me when I was young
When I was down you picked me up
Everyday as the sun goes down
I just think about how many times you help me
When I look in your eyes all I see is tears
Everybody has someone that they admire.
A person that helps them, a person that inspires.
They can be good, as they can be bad
But for me, that person is my dad.
to the voice inside my head,
do you take pleasure in telling me that I am alone?
alone.
alone.
alone.
are you happy when my lungs collapse in on themselves and my eyes burn with tears and my hands shake?
The absence that grew
From the moment that door closed,
Stayed with me and grew more and more each day.
The wind blows by and takes my heart,
In the clove of years, I am stuck here.
I am not sure what my heart wants;
It's a trench of feelingd trapping me,
I am not sure what my heart wants.
I didn’t notice you
at first
and if I did
it was through scrapes
and bug bites
a too tight ponytail
When we are young,
We learn to read and write,
Look at the page,
And watch the words take flight
And in those words
We find the self within
Through highs and lows
Hiding in the bathroom,
plugging my ears to the noise;
frightening sounds would consume
my imagination.
Creeping down the hallway,
family's attention employed
by the telivision's screenplay
What ever happened
Harsh word
Screaming voices
Raised hands
Shoving down
Why it happened
Slamming doors
Captain America has inluenced me so much
He has taught me how to be a great leader
He has also taught me character
I wish to become like him someday
Captain America has influenced me so much
How did you know?
"Oh Honey, I can see it in your eyes
--your soul was made for so much more than the mundane."
These simple words imposed upon my mind
In a way that changed the way I live.
Let water run deep.
Let my river run like my feet
as far they can go
going with the flow.
Just another water drop,
another person in a mob.
Immersed in the vast expense
O, captain, my captain, you hold up the sails,
To my little boat, where I can see the whales.
You steer me near to where I want to go,
And keep all things steady and go-with-the-flow.
Salty tears run down my face
I finished last in this long race
You had vansihed without a trace.
My stomach tight, my mouth tart
I lost your love, your reckless heart
Now someone else has a head start.
Defined by others before I could ever define myself
Put down by others before I had the chance to ever get up
Existence with no purpose
They say i'm a triple threat to society
All I did was attend school
A simple smile / Warmer than the sun on my skin / For you I'd swim a mile. / You're a flower in the winter / Too cold to move / Too weighed to stand tall. / A weight to take, / to make my own, / though shadows pass / and the pain grows.
She brought me to life
Took care of me when I couldn't
But most importantly loved me when I wouldnt.
She held me for nine months
You carry the expectations of your country wherever you go
Only eighteen when you set foot on the world stage
As millions of hopeful eyes watched, you fell
Time after time, you hit the ground
She walks through time
Life
She breathes
Tainted
With uncertainty
Her eyes wonder
Wavering hearts
I sit in the back of a dimly lit room
Dancers swiftly move in unison in front of me
Staring at her gleaming costume
I never thought I would be free
My eye met the movement inquisitively
You were always there.
Guiding me, leading me to victory.
Without you all would be history.
Your voice echoes in my head.
She does not sit on a throne
But that doesn’t mean she isn’t deserving of one
She does not wear a crown, but her head of hair
is as beautiful as gold and as soft as silk
Who do we look up to?
Who is the person that makes our energy rise and motivates us to do something?
For me it's not a "who"
For me it's a "what"
My motivation rises from the success of others
Let yourself love you.
Your past mistakes do not define who you are.
If you make a goal, follow through.
Because self pity doesn't get you far.
And feeling happy is somehting you're allowed to do.
Here I am all grown up
Influenced by your love, your compassion, your intelligence
You are my everything
Good or bad, you will be there
My night and day, the thing I know will stay
They always told us our bodies were temples/
but never taught us how to read the Scriptures
/mother teach me of pain
of sorrow/ that carves these bodies into boats/
On June 18th, 2010, in my third grade class, I wrote
On June 20th, 2010, in the family room, I spoke:
T errific father
I ncredible baseball catcher
On June 18th, 2010, in my third grade class, I wrote
On June 20th, 2010, in the family room, I spoke:
T errific father
I ncredible baseball catcher
I don't know
that I've had one true mentor.
Thousands of have influenced my life-
family and teachers,
friends and strangers.
But among all these influences,
I'd say strangers have the biggest impact.
Drown have I,
In the depths of my darkest thoughts,
The words you spoke,
Roared through silenced waters,
The kindness in your smile,
Lit up the darkness I had swallowed and never spit out.
I turn to you
When I have a day
Full of unkind human beings
Selfishly demanding things I cannot give them
and who do not care how polite I am.
I turn to you
When I can no longer stand
My Grandmother, My Hero, who taught me to never give up.
She taught me to find the good in every situation
My Grandmother, My Hero, always says wakeup
and go after your goals, and be patient.
My own mother, her heart of gold,
Her mind of Iron, on my future she's sold.
I try and I try, no doubt about that,
but pouring my heart out still leaves me flat.
I need this now, don't you see,
Its been a hard day
A lot of emotions going around
I can't stand down
I have to say it out loud
DON'T SHOOT, DON'T SHOOT
I know my hands are down
But I would like to stay alive a little longer
You told me I couldn’t because you couldn’t
You told me I shouldn’t because he should
Your fists told me not to try
I didn’t listen, even as they told me again
The bench was cold
The hours were long
Mom you know I’ve loved you since birth
You’re my favorite woman on mother earth
You always helped me when trouble bubbled up and stress doubled
The Grey World
The world we met,
colorless faces were all that were set,
To us he said,
to treat our lives with respect.
Even if we felt,
One Mistake…
It was one little mistake.
Amidst years of training and finally getting to a college level,
I had to sit out.
I had to wait.
MY LIFE THE PEOPLE WHO RAISE ME THE WAY I SEE THE WORLD FIRST
SAW IT THRU THERE EYES THE WAY THEY DID EVERYTHING FOR ME WHEN
I WAS YOUNG ALL THE TIMES I MESSED UP AND DID'NT KNOW HOW TO TAKE
She has a heart like thunder,
That booms conspicuously.
A heart so loud,
it touched even these faint ears.
She helped lead me on a path
I didn’t know I wanted to go on.
She found in me,
class began
at age ten plus three
you taught me math lessons with calories
from you, the victor, I learned history
My heart skips a beat--
Two, three.
My stomach plummets
Rolling down, low.
Sharp pains in my brain,
Tingling spirals down my spine.
your words have spoken to me the loudest
not in volume but in depth
not in tone but in intelligence
you are always around
Standing still while the world goes 'round
Different, yet similar, nothing new to be found.
All I hear are snickers and laughs,
Enough to send me running and hurting my calves.
When I start to stray from my path you're there for me. You're always helping me even when I can't see. When I wake up there is always a smile on you face. And no matter what, I notice that even with a life this fast paced.
even my confusion is abstract. I never
took art class, so I don't know how to
interpret myself. like I'm a Dead Sea
Scroll- I feel ages old. coffee-stained.
other people try to crack my code, but what
These colored pencils were here before me
Still buttery smooth blending every hue
After all what would a beach be
Without a dozen different shades of blue
You were never one for the road
Through all her pain and tremendous struggles she leads her children to be the warriors we were born to be
Through the time I lived in a poor area she led me to follow my education and stay on the right path
In the mirror I see you,
The crinkle of my eyes,
The shape of my nose.
I fight everyday for those like you.
They lay in my hospital bed,
Alarms and chaos surround them.
What does the future hold?
Walking on the path untold.
My achievements, I am ready to unfold.
Excitement as to whom I will become when I'm old.
Unique...
I first learned to use this word
to describe my family situation.
"No, no, no-- you've got it all wrong!
Oh you who speaks,
But does not breathe.
Oh you who teaches,
But does not learn.
Oh you who moves,
But goes no where.
Imagination holds power
You said long ago
The close leaders in my life
Always fail and disappoint
The distant leaders in my life
Do not recognize my existence
The matriarchs of my family
An icon, but she’s not just pretty.
Originally known as Norma Jeane,
Marilyn Monroe proved she was witty.
The fifties, you could see her in any scene.
Mister,
Your hands traced the path of the woman I became.
Reluctantly saying “no”, I’ve come to easily point out the looks of carelessness,
At grade nine,
You heard my wails through the stalls,
You saw my tears as they dropped,
You said six words I won’t forget,
”You’re worth more than just a score”,
Now at grade twelve,
From the moment of my birth
My first everything was with the fam
My ma and pa, my first teachers
What do you mean to me?
I got my morals from you
And so much love to share with the world
You always wrapped me in an embrace that screamed reassurance
Your words would bouce off me like light refelcting off a piece of glass
When no one understood me you listened and spoke words of wisom, of comfort
On the first day of school
I walked into a physics room
Being here, I was such a fool
Not aware that I will face doom
Prothro launched projectiles
You were a general,
And we, your willing soldiers;
I knew from day one
That I would follow you
Anywhere.
You led us into battle,
Not against others but
Against ourselves.
You came like a breeze,
A small caressing touch of cool wind,
Refreshing under such suppressive heat.
It was not until then,
That I was choking on the air I breathed,
Or tearing at the day,
Time is wind, flowing through me
Some inspire me to fly
Push against my senses
Take that bottomless leap into nothingness
At the edge of the precipice
The sun shines forever
Sweet smell in the wind
Still, quiet.
Waves crash against the rocks
But are silenced, by that of the quiet talk of the people.
The Grass is wet with dew
As a young sprout grows
many try to sufficate and manipulate
yet you, my wind, my light
guide me through the land mines.
That year, all I remember
Are words
Mountains and mountains
Piled together
A deliciously constructed sundae
I had always loved them
Taking strolls
And admiring the pretty syllables.
it's funny
when i was younger i wished for a Barbie dreamhouse
not realizing i had one all along
as i drive away you become small in the back mirror
my own dollhouse
where i first learned to crawl, walk, run
Match strikes box
Friction becomes flame
Slowly, steadily
The hand stretches to reach its goal.
1920s, New York
A young woman,
Dear faceless words, You've given me so much.
Your voice changes with what you say,
An echo of your many names.
As a wandering traveler, you taught me to see beauty.
The mastery of diligence
A right amount of playful intelligence
Tales of what it must be
Peering clear into the sea
Lessons passed with fervor
Influencing the curious observer
Society can be vile and cruel,
Leaving you insecure and bruised.
Looking up ahead,
You see her,
So young and so beautiful.
The flow in her long dark hair,
Most days you wanted to be her.
You are smaller than you used to be.
Did the world consume to much of you?
Did it wear away at the outside of your soul,
searching with desperation
dragging it's soiled nails along your chest
My intro to baseball began with my Dad.
And he was always proud of his lad.
The next coach I had was a really bad pill
He will forever be burned in my head, ole Coach Bill.
Past:
A girl.
Afraid.
Terrified of her own self,
Because it had become the unknown.
Let me make a toast!
But first, please pour yourself a drink.
Now, let me begin with the achievers:
To all who get up in the morning with a plan to conquer their fears,
Can a book really speak, well not in verbal words.
It can speak from it's pages, whether in sonnets, or poems.
Words spoken from the heart
can always guide you.
Whether the words be sad or happy,
