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Today is Mother's Day of 2024.But you died and you can't celebrate Mother's Day anymore.You were a wonderful mother and I'm your youngest son.You died eleven years ago in 2013 when I was forty-one.
Today is Mother's Day of 2024.But you died and you can't celebrate Mother's Day anymore.You were a wonderful mother and I'm your youngest son.You died eleven years ago in 2013 when I was forty-one.
Sometimes I miss being a kid Being younger Being cradled by my mommy when I get a scrape on my knee Playing outside with my sister and laughing Going to the park and having fun with my daddy
If my mother truly knew best,  then why is it that my father is here and not her?   You keep telling me that I should trust in my mother,  BUT the second I do, it gets thrown back in my face, ten-fold.
She wanted you, but she needed something else not for herself though so she did what she knew best she let her wishes go she choose the need and she did get it she should be happier-a bit
In the twilight of life as years gracefull dance, En la penumbra de la vida, con gracia que avanza, The heart of Hispanic heritag, we hohnot and enhance, El corazon de herencia hispana, honramos sin mundanza. 
I remember you.but I also hope thatyou will remember me too. You’re out theresomewheresmiling,crying,having the time of your life.
Another year older Another day colder The heat went out again this year, Almost like a tradition I’m single again Almost certainly a tradition And the pipes have burst
If I could but forget your touchYour embrace, so warm and tightThe way you sang, so sweetly muchAnd how your words lit up the night If I could wipe your scent awayThe taste of you upon my lipsAnd in silence the pleasures you layWith all the memori
If I could but forget your touchYour embrace, so warm and tightThe way you sang, so sweetly muchAnd how your words lit up the night If I could wipe your scent awayThe taste of you upon my lipsAnd in silence the pleasures you layWith all the memori
Oh lady, do you remember me?The flower you left in the book of poetry.I lay forgotten for so long,My petals dried, my colors gone. But then, a miracle occurred,I melted warm in the odes of Keats.His soul now resides within my own,And I breathe his
Trust me: all mothers are incredibly special Wonderful, beautiful and phenomenal Without mothers, there will be no living
Trust me: all mothers are incredibly special Wonderful, beautiful and phenomenal Without mothers, there will be no living
They say    “when something is too good to be true, it usually is”   How sad, that i use this in regards to you.   
May is the month of love May is the month of all flowersMay is the month of all Mothers.
Willkommen Zuhause Willkommen auf der Erde Wo niemand perfekt ist Und nichts ist immer richtig.   Willkommen Zuhause
Welcome Home Welcome to Earth Where nobody is perfect And nothing is always correct.   Welcome Home
Because, she is everything.  She is all the things I am not And all the things I wish I could be Everywhere she is full Is a place I feel so empty.    It's a hard feeling to describe
Zulfiqar, Iftikhar and Intizar, Names that echo through the bazaar, Each one unique and full of grace, A symbol of a different place.   Zulfiqar, sword of Ali's might, A weapon for the just and right,
i.  I say I don't like being copied, but then I go and copy you.   ii. I can't live without your imput and telling me what to do, weird
i.  I say I don't like being copied, but then I go and copy you.   ii. I can't live without your imput and telling me what to do, weird
I know I cannot impress upon youThe love and care that I carryIt is not explosive, but stable.Strong, safe, familiar.Natural and home grownWith roots buried as deep as a tree decades old.
I am a living memorial of the people whom I came from I am a living memorial of my great-grandfather from my failing legs I am a living memorial of the goodest boy from my wrist
I am from divorced parents I am from a large house of empty rooms I am from a school that looked the other way when problems arose I am from a neighborhood close to a park
I peered out the windowI saw you leaveand somehowI was not surprised. You hated it hereyou rebelled against mebecause I never couldI never could replace her
Sitting next to the fireplace with hot coco in my hands A comfy ugly sweater on with a blanket wrapped over my legs Watching a beautiful movie with family and friends around
Protection. It comes from a Primal place deep within that it creates Instincts that rivals a stone cold killer and WE become the Savage threat because Love is Love and that's the root of OUR Power.
I’m so far away from youbut I’m thinking of you always. I miss your smileyour laughyour presence. You are alwaysin my thoughtseven nowwhen we’re apart
A mass was said for us in Ireland, by request of my grandmother's sister, or my mom's aunt Nora.
The first thing I remember loving was my cat- My first best friend. And my baby brother, And dinosaurs. - I loved my stuffed animals, And worms on the sidewalk. I loved the people in movies,
A real wife Is the other half The spouse Of the big or small house
I can't tell you how much I love you After love for myself I have love for you Even lightening from sky, How stronger it could be Cannot be stronger than my love for you
Freedom is a scarce commodityRunning into open armsEvery time you close your eyesEvery time I say I love you. Anytime you need someoneThere is always a place for you in my heart.
In the darknessNever fear, my dear! There is no one stronger than youHeed my words well,Enter the lion’s den.
You are not aloneYou will never be Home’s where the heart isThere is where you’ll be I love you so muchIn my heart, you’ll be But you are so strongWarrior you’ll be.
The world had changed.Nuclear war had seen to that.Two powers fightingAlana wanted to sayone was evil and the othergood… But things weren’t so black and white.
I know what it felt like to be without work And to be without a girlfriend, to befriend people I shouldn't have befriended , done things I wouldn't consider doing now with my time.
Why haven’t you come out? It doesn’t make sense You know your parents would… probably accept you They are allies, you know that much
Today is Mother's Day of 2022.But I can not spend it with you.You died over nine years ago.Love was what you once showed.Many people celebrate this day.But in 2013, you passed away.
It was darkand the fire burned.Lena knew it was only a matter of timebefore she lost her mind.   Her sister was a wild oneeven though her body wasoh so frailoh so frail.  
I visited my mother just yesterday For far too long I had stayed away Frail and weak on a hospital bed Smiling while knowing what lay ahead   Still in there, my mother of the past
I hate him in all his glory but hell he’s improving There’s a reason i nicknamed him the good o’l asshole Hell i'm planning a tattoo dedicated to him I remember the pizza place
Today I realized the word Shepherd, is one "e" away from Sheep herd Which isn’t enough to write a poem about But it was enough to make me not kill myself today.
A boy and girl in a photo, half a century old Long hair on their heads, truly a sight to behold Laughing and having fun, from a time now long past Do they still remember, did their memories last?  
My first home stood by shells and sand alike. I passed the days and nights down by the waves. Home two had fields and woods through farms to hike. Our fence was long but I climbed all the staves.  The barn held horses, cows, and many goats. But Cr
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We used to write, you and I, When I was too small to grasp The world or anything in it, And you were afraid Of what I would find if I knew; So I waited by the mailbox For your watchful answers.
I'm Rapunzel and I've just cut my hair off. It meant freedom at the beginning, But now I can see I'm still trapped. How am I supposed to get down now? Hayley Williams said "burry the castle",
My family, It's falling apart, Just like dominos. When my brother makes my mom upset, She gets mad at me. And when I get mad, I get mad at my sister. My whole family,
The Last War Story   Gee worked the night shift pounding dough and baking bread.
  i met the devil last night she wore my face and had slinked on my body like a coat she looked like myself, though a few years younger
Hello Ebster ,
He awakens to a day of hopeafter happy day of birthattended by smiling parents proudwho know his priceless worth.He awakens to a day of hopelying restless on his bumafter one move that surprises him
Every night my mind plays melodies From a song I haven’t quite learned yet Perhaps I never will But she also weaves thank you letters   Thank you’s for all the people in my life The ones who left me
When I close my eyes I can see your face Your pain harden soft wrinkles That once caressed you gently Heavy weight
Let there be laughter And not grief On the day I go For tears  Will not suffice   Let there be light
Losing someone you love is the hardest thing that anyone can go through, It's so strange to think about them being gone when they were always there for you. Some people will never understand the love that we have for our pets, 
My family means the world to me. It's somewhat like a big huge tree. Our love grows roots further than the eye can see. What my family feels like to me.
Love is something that always grows But it's very sensitive you have to be very apprehensive of what steps you take. It takes seconds to break and years to make.  
Familie is a capability. Which we all don’t understand. Families are people. Who worries about you. No matter the case. They are forever loyal.
I had a father Though not known For the world to celebrate; But I had a father Whom I had known, I won't forget till date.
Love what would we do without it God What would we do without Him Family What will we do without you Colors Mine is blue
All the adults think that their kids are just Dying to get Older, Leave their childhood far away End the Legos and playdates, leave School hoping to get paid. Buy their first
Dear Mommy,   It's the third Mother's Day without you I miss your beautiful smile, and your laugh   I could count 1000 things I miss about you and it wouldn't count for half  
Beautiful Baby Rosy Cheeks Eyes Like The Ocean A Smile That Melts My Heart    Curious Baby Eager to Learn Crawling and Exploring Each Day a New Adventure   Loving Baby
Only you have loved me more, I have loved you too, But only you have more love.
We knew you had a gentle soul, We've heard them say a hundred times, You wouldn't even raise your voice, When wronged, abused or lied to, Your love was real, that's for sure,
For Ma Phyllis   There’s a small kingdom,With many people,Yet unknown to the worldThat mourns the loss of their Queen.  
  Six decades ago – an athlete; five decades ago – a proud Marine; present day – shattered pride!! Visiting family for weekend stay, and
Today, a day like any other, the summer winds blow gently through an open door, I am happy, content, filled with hope for the future.
We heard the news January of ’18. Tears burned my face as the pain entered my heart. It was not a happy day; it was not a pretty scene. A new, difficult journey was just beginning to start.  
As we fight and fumble through our life, around every turn lies a new and exciting challenge.
I never thought I needed help Picking up the pieces Then you came along to help with Picking up the pieces I never trusted you  But I'm  Picking up the pieces
One day I might trust One day I might find the one One day my mom might be okay One day my sister may find who she really is One day my brother might learn to truly care One day we might all be a happy family
*_NOT EVERYONE_* _Everyone can stay not in your life, most especially fake people would find every reason to let go._ *While the real will seek all chances to stay go.* _No friends, cherish the family._ #c9_fm
Blamed for the bottle I'll never forget. Blamed for the abuse Hovering over me, reeking of the stench Pouring out drunk love At any moment it felt like this could be it. All I could do was sit and listen.
Rare times, I think of you Time goes by. Less I long to see you Days turned into months Months turned into years No longer do I shed tears You seem to be okay. I am okay too.
Not a single day goes by where I don’t think of you. The feelings of heartbreak, I thoroughly cannot explain Comes in waves.
Generational, delusional,absolutely unoriginal and hypocritical The amount of times you spoke to me as if I didn't have a clue, as if I woke up one day and decided right out of the blue
For your brokenness that clings to me In my openness so ceaselessly Relaying all the meanings, forever afraid
With each years' dawn I'm leaning toward a shoulder's setting sun For each new breath of life, we must embrace the lies we've sung
A moment gives life Twists us to pain Grants us reward Redemption A moment strips us of dreams not yet had And sure enough we can all fall in collective defeat
Pain would be heal If you and me stick together How wonders it would be If you and me stays together for ever and ever till the last breath of our life's .
To the lost eyes that twinkle above me in the absence of the light, Guide me to tomorrow.
We were inseperable, You and me. 2 years was the only thing between us. Through tears and loss, as long as we had eachother, we had the world. Though the selfishness of hate and greed consumed you,
Jorge newbery y cabildo En Jorge newbery y cabildo estaba mi pebeta de ojos verdes como el mar Esos ojos verdaderos  que te leen el alma con una mirada y no te mienten al amar
in biology class     we learned that everything in the body is constantly in motion because stagnation fosters disease   i went home
He is the sun That Lights the way To a peace I have been Neglected from the truth was always tangled in lies The only proof was The look in your eyes
I dig with bloody fingernails, Tearing at the earth’s fleshy core. I begin to unravel the wooden umbilical cord, Every celtic knot, every split end, every love affair.
Enable GingerShe sang to me  Every night as I lay in bed She tucked me in and sang Starlight, Star bright Good night, Sleep tight Her sweet voice Sending me off Into the night
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  Our people’s lips piccolo at canting birds, spit kisses into hands then pitch, awaiting swift receipt.   Lips, appended
  "I have already lost touch with a couple of people I used to be."  ~ Joan Dideon  
One of the fondest memories that I have and hold dear to my heart was when I used to go to school in Berkeley.
Garden In Heaven Was hoping for some miracles As i look the road to heaven Gates of heaven leads me to you Your propitious flower and trees Chose to bring its satisfying idylls
PTSD Been trying to wiped away ghost of the past memories Through all the places I've been to I have lost everything that really counted It pains me to think can't get this over with
I'm NOT ONE To Shirk When It Comes To Work... !!! But See That Some JERKS Like To Run DUMB Words... !?!?! Like...
falling in love is like an angel has descended from above to grant your every wish, you placed on top of your christmas and birthday list you waste all your money and time on them cause to you their your dime
My groovy sister You are the most ravishing sister I will find you a ravishing mister Thankyou for for holding my back Nevertheless you are such a crack You are fortunate that you got me
Once the child comes, Mother's out of strength, But her soul aligned with her baby, That's mother's love
Now When It Comes To... “ My Life’s Story “...
I found a flower on the ground today. It was purple- an artist would go as far as to call it lilacand I thought it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
When I am lonely, Or need someone to talk to, I know you are there. You really try your best to understand; We always come up with a solution. You get mad at me, I get mad at you,
For the lost souls and the misguided in life  Let me shelter you from strife Let me shepherd you to new light  Take up your own path and leave me 
Say farewell to my relatives  They shaped my being  Sheltered my innocence,  Then shattered my youth And burned my garden of eden 
Today my life changed forever For the better I became a father to a beautiful daughter I come now to you my brother
A woman of worth greater than rubies Never failing to fulfill her duties Through cold and drought it is no matter
When I wish I could hear you, Through that rough and tired old voice, And when I wish that you could still tell me stories, About the Baseball that you threw with your brother,
 Part 1 of a 6 part poem written to my mom using different body parts as a guide to weave each poem together. This one depicts her eyes & mouth.     A deep dive into the ocean
 (INTRODUCTION) (Skip below to read a description of my mom to help understand the poems.)    The next 6 poems I write are about my mom. My mom passed away when
I frown and adjust my crown. My spirit shattered, but made no sound. Counting my blessings, but my soul is down. A sadness so deep, so profound. Losing weight by the minute, I'm already down 80 pounds.  
No one bothered to wake up, speak, call or text to see me on my way. I don't blame them, I went my own way, I didn't have much to say. I didn't expect anyone to be different from the person they were to me yesterday.
Nine days back turned I 28 Today you went away Though rarely you made your presence Which felt so strange and out of place And it's Corona and no friends to pay  the last to you of farewells  
When you left me i was alone. I felt betrayed , lonely, and scared. I didnt know if you were alive or dead or if your heart still played the same keys that mine did.
My mind dances in shadows and confusion. I don’t know what is real, what I touch, what I feel. I hide behind the shield of my illusion. So I continue to continue, to pretend that I am real, that life is what I feel.
i still remember the jar of cookies you hid behind the picture frames the sweet buttery smell that wafted out everytime you cracked it open, "shhhh" you whispered with a sly grin on your face our little secret 
i hate u stinky bitch the stench of u remind me of the times i love i hate u stinky bitch but i love u  
...(I needa) Free my Mind, Find Some Time, (And) Take a Breath of Fresh Air, (A Space) Away from this Place, (And) Nothing to Follow Me There.
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yell, scream, shout   silence is scarce.   with every word spoken, a new argument begins.   each room of the house is a minefield.   i tread lightly, but somehow always become collateral.
My friend you are alone, In a seemingly darkened place. Eyes are weary of tears; Whose heart is bleeding could not ease.
I wear my mask not for me, but for you For your children For your parents and grandparents With their cancer, heart disease, and asthma I fear for their lives The sickness is brutal
He wakes up. And starts to get ready for his day. He brushes his teeth  Because is mama always said she wouldn’t let any son of hers go out with booty breath.
Left, right, under, and pull We tighten our knots woven with steel fibers Around our bosoms As to defy the wayward cyclopes from intruding And to protect our childing innards
It was 1966- then, so I can only imagine and invent their words myself because I was only three, and still ignorant of politics. Though now I understand
This empty feeling in my gut Will it ever recede? Or will it get the best of me? We love to sin, they like to lie But will you hide behind them?
First to speak never counts Reason always takes the back seat Important decisions are made together Entertainment is the bread and butter Never too much or too little Doubt is the universal poison
First to speak never counts Reason always takes the back seat Important decisions are made together Entertainment is the bread and butter Never too much or too little Doubt is the universal poison
I’m angry with you. I’m sorry I am, I don’t want to be, but I am. You make me sad and you hurt me. My heart aches all the time. Why did you fall in love with me if you can’t love me?
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He wraps his sore hands around an ice cold beer Bartender asks how'd you make your way here? He could barely hold back the tear rolling down his face He has tried everything to stay out of this place
AcceptanceA three-syllable wordThat can be heardIn the phrase “I love you”
- They say, "In due time you'll be alright", "just stay patient". So Heavenly Father I'm reaching out - This life's got me pacin'. Not knowing which way to go, with either road - I never make it.
Making a child and leaving her be Is like digging a hole without planting the tree We can see your idea What you thought you might do But then changed your mind so you can start something new
These Days I Stay... “ Elusive “... While Some Would Say... “ Reclusive “ …
I told you infact I am gay, You didn't get it so let me reiterate, I like women that like women not men that like women! That means I'm bi  Or at least in your eyes
Pain surrounds his body He still plays with his youngest child, Bobby Stress deprives him from sleep He still makes time to teach his middle child about sheep Death is upon him
Daddy Daughter Memories    You have good memories you have bad ones. But the ones that stick are bad ones. I have never understood why they do, but they do. 
(Disclaimer: This poem does not insinuate I engage in incest. Mention of sleeping with my brother refers to times in the past that I have been woken up by my younger siblings after they'd
If I whispered...
Home is the smell of a linen closet,  with its never ending array of  canvased colors consisting of  extra bedding for the unexpected  sleepovers. Home is the bruised hardwood floors
my living lord my living God my hero my dad one who fulfilled all my wishes one who understands all my feelings and one who cry when I get dwellings
She’s the perfect girl Beautiful, Smart, and Kind Can get pretty irresistible at times I just need some time To pray to the lord To make this soul so divine I’m bored at home
I hear the deep rolling growl of my fathers pick up truck pulling into our driveway The plumes of smoke filling the air like an ominous grey cloud of warning.  
Sometimes I can still hear the sounds of yesteryears- my family's voices, their conversations reverberate. And I recall my father's and uncle's ardent discussions of the revolution
This black and white photo there- on my wall is of you, Mother at 15 or 16 taken during the height of WWII. In your life the devastation was not yet apparent-
dear mom why do you  hate me so i need you here with me but all you do is go
With the recent loss of my mom and dad, I can’t help to think how each of my sisters and brother are dealing in their own way with the loss.
I am the second-generation seed Of the flower my ancestors planted My grandparents—born and raised in Jamaica— Traveled to Ellis Island To nourish a new garden  
My mind is so angry at you  Yet my heart still longs for your love.   Today I am letting you go because I love you so much,  and because I want you to be happy. 
We all look our grandparents and think we'll live forever, that we're invincible. Like we've got time to worry about small things that mean nothing at the end of the day. The things we think are big are actually tiny if you think about it.
When you have nothing You should always have family That’s what they say.   Your family should have your back And love you 
I slept to getaway. I slept to hide from my responsibilities,  Now I stay awake to get away from my dreams.  Now I stay awake to hide from my thoughts.   
How long will it take me just to get rid of anxiety My shaky hands can show you i'm not used to the formality But as I find myself growing more out of my comfort zone I think I finally found a way to call it a normality
When someone says Fall What do you think of?   Do you think of how far you'll go? How fast it takes in order to fall And when you'll hit the ground?  
Smoke billows in the air Laughter and jokes ringing in your ears Adults acting like children Having a good time, And dancing to loud music  
We all want love. (Don't we?) SAY NO. To the hate. Discrimate. For goodness sake. We all want affection. (Don't We?) Show me that. Yes I will and everyday. We all want. Many things. (Don't We?)
Its not safe out there. For you or me. Its not safe out there. In the streets. People feeding their addiction. Others beg to be something.. That they are not.
I lay here as I think.. A dream, of another of me awake. I look up at the ceiling. Pictured. A smile on your warm face. How could I be so lucky, yet so foolish with my ways? I try to rest. To see another day.
I want to read an entire library. I want to write letters to close aquaintances in cursive, signed "sincerely." I want to look up at the night sky and know exactly what star formations I'm looking at.
Who could have known that dimpled elbows and clumsy steps would birth wonderment. 
As I open my left eye I see a dark sky representing  All the friends and opportunities I have lost All because of a dark cloud hovering over my mind,  As I open my right eye, I see a bright blue sky,
The trail I walk is Well-traveled, yet familiar to none. Clouds can creep in, inviting Unwelcome storms From every direction, heard And felt Deep inside me.  
My life, defined by a roller coaster of trials and tribulationsLike the prisoner, thrown in a lion’s pit, unprotected and vulnerableImbroglio in a maze of hardships and adversityClouded by the “fatal prejudice” of humanity. Dragged and chained by
My mom says we have to leave our home to a new special places for Jews like us. I don't really understand what she means. We only get to bring a few things but strange men are yelling at us to hurry up. I decide to bring my giraffe.
The sun was skin kissing, much like summer but it was the opposite season. The feeling of motion sickness was taking over my body. I fell into a deep sleep knowing we had miles to go.
  The path of a forest stream is guided by the gentle branches of surrounding groves meandering angles shaped by stoic roots driven deep into the bitter earth
The path of a forest stream is guided by the gentle branches of surrounding groves meandering angles shaped by stoic roots driven deep into the bitter earth making dirt and mud their mossy home.  
Trickling through my sweet veins bursts a desire to fly through the ocean of petals, whose broken cellulose is splashed vibrantly
“Good night you two, I love you.  You can stay up, Just promise me you’ll stay in your room, okay?”  Father said   
You came to Iowa, married, divorced. He wanted you to be small. You wouldn’t have it. No one can contain you, Extraordinary woman.
Throw some words, start a fight There's nothing more to say tonight. 'Cause we all know who got the blame, And it wasn't the white boy who lost the game.   'Cause brown skin attracts glares.
Born amidst passions Of timeless opposites' attraction Flaring and flashing A heatwave arises between us Some call it magic We are getting hotter Stronger More complete with time Through love
A hand ruffled through hair, a kiss on the cheek,  hearing humming sweeping  from the warm kitchen.   A pat on the back, hand clasped in hand, a foot against a foot
The grasping touch. his gentle hands held me, raised me. with my fathers might. the pain I encounter, the accidents I make, the pride in my ethnicity, my favorite songs, he invented me.
Daddy, Permanent creases make a home beside your eyes  And distract from what was once an icy blue gaze You promised yourself any wrinkles would be temporary, But your stress seeps in, a stealthy move,
She was a distinctive girl who likes to switch up her image, says the bottle of hair dye  On the glossy white bathroom counters A patient girl too, says the oil paint drying 
Monastery monochrome, boom balloon machine, and oh, diamond rings and gutter bones. Marching up some mountain, with our aching planning.
The look in your eyes says it all That smile, wide and toothless, like I was a superhero I swear I haven't seen eyes so bright, I swear nothing is as beautiful
She rises with the morning, She lights all that she sees, Her warming rays embrace me, Reminding me of my worth.   She never stops her shining, She dries all of my tears,
She rises with the morning, She lights all that she sees, Her warming rays embrace me, Reminding me of my worth.   She never stops her shining, She dries all of my tears,
At midnight think of tossing and turning in bed. Think of the sounds of silence  as you drift into slumber.   If you have this name,
We stand today Connected by fate. In Foreign Lands We signed a contract. We only stand If we all stand. And we fall If one falls. But we aren't afraid Because today We are invincible.
Family is what got me here. They pushed me encouraged me helped me supported me. They got me here. And I continued Now I push myself, I encourage myself I help myself
At varying moments throughout one’s life, 
I look to the left I see my man He holds Our feline tricksters, To the right My family Smiling brightly, In front of me My hopes and dreams
Set the table, wash the dishes, Pour the water, say the prayer. You bury every worry because you know it’s not yours to bare. Keep a quarter in your pocket, sure to make us smile
Love Is what we want and what we need, It makes us hurt and makes us bleed, And gives us strength to go on; But causes pain when its gone It gives us hope it gives us rest
FAILURE What started as a dream took a slight left turn a wife and daughter brought so much joy I knew sacrifices were apart of the grind no one mentions the self doubt present drifting into my conscious
First there was a mothers voice  calming, with a warm sort of cadence around to lift the mood and sing a song  around to guide and support Giggles, laughter, and nonsensical conversations 
It’s a beautiful Saturday I look out to see the sun shine Feeling very alive inside and to my surprise I smell food,my nana’s in the kitchen
It’s a beautiful Saturday I look out to see the sun shine Feeling very alive inside and to my surprise I smell food,my nana’s in the kitchen
You were there when I was down and out When no one wanted me I was on my knees ready to shout At only age three   It took many years  But you finally saved me And dried up all my tears
The soft creak of a bed And the give of a mattress— A time and place where the day learned to die And we are left alone Our sanctuary, our haven,
These hands. These hands hold so much. These hands can hold the world, a heart, the power. So much counts on these hands, your hands, and yours.
express train to hell just left the station does anyone still have a reservation if so don't worry, it's alright if you do we'll just get you on the way back through those already aboard were arriving soon
A Tribute to My Mother || Written 2 Years Ago   You have painted flowers on my spine Twisted your love into my ribcage Shattered my aching bones, I am you
You come in all shapes and sizes my love for you reaches beyond the horizons with  ravioli and fettuccini and macaroni and linguine and 
Please don’t overthink this, Dad,but this morning when you walked into my room,murmured, “It’s time to wake up, Mr. President”and checked my vents for warm air,I painted a portrait of you in the low light.
March 15, 2019 - The day that changed my life. Who knew that all it took was a loving husband and wife. You happily accepted me with all my flaws and broken parts.
What is more beautiful than sisterhood?
House of cards Easily blown away by wind It doesn't take long To notice how fragile it became It holds memories inside Memories of the good times It has always kept the scent
Dear Father, You were there for my birth At least I think you were But that’s about it  You saw me growing up But I would rarely see you 
Later, they will tell me I didn’t smile for a year. They will tell me that I look like her, that I move like her, that I sound like her. They will tell me, in not so many words, that I am her daughter and so I cannot be anything else.
Eyes that's seen the offerings of the world       Legs with potential to jump           Feet that could walk to hidden treasures                Yet settled in a garden under sun 
The enduring love of my grandparents' hands Held within one another as they commit to stand Throughout the hardship and sufferings of current and past To uphold a legacy that will infinitely last
texas wildflowers do not understand death blue monarchs do not understand death  
When I was young, each day was so incredibly filled with possibility.Each moment burst with fresh emotion so bright and furious that it burned out all feelings prior to it.
Breakfast Is Waiting   The hot butter bubbles on the pan And the eggs slide around ontop of the oil He always said breakfast everyday would lengthen your life span
Breakfast Is Waiting   The hot butter bubbles on the pan And the eggs slide around ontop of the oil He always said breakfast everyday would lengthen your life span
Breakfast Is Waiting   The hot butter bubbles on the pan And the eggs slide around ontop of the oil He always said breakfast everyday would lengthen your life span
It’s hard to think of just one thing,  When I consider all that this life will bring What has inspired me, What has set me free?
At first sight, I gave you my heart. I knew that from the start.   Big gray eyes and cute little curls. Now, you are my world.   Sister, sister I cherish you. Sister, sister I love you.  
I believe that you appreciate me I believe that you will love me unconditionally  I believe that you will love me without regrets I believe that you raised me the best way you can
  This Fragmented Hate  Written by Janeiry Cruz (​A.K.A Dorky Jane)
She smells of hardwork and motherhood Her scent permeates the room immediatlely after she enters Her eyes are forced open and the bags beneath droop lower than yesterday 
You are truly a product of love, Divided by the sum of your ego, Subtracted by the quotient of your imperfection,  Multiply by the difference of your commitment.
I wonder how different I’d be if you were around longer Maybe I’d be perfectly bilingual like the rest of my family Maybe I’d be a better me  Maybe I’d get out the house more 
Hero When you hear hero what do you think? You probably think clearing a building in a single bound; Think faster than a speeding bullet Think defeating the bad guys.   But you know whats more heroic?
Feeling the turbulence all around me I see a group of people I recognize, My cousins. "Where am I?" I ask. They pointed to the grass. I look down, then around me, "The cementary" I whispered out in shock.
So What's IMPORTANT To You ... ?!? Well For Me ... My HEALTH For One ... !!! And Food For Two ... And Number Three's MY POETRY .... !!!!! I Hear You Ask ... "But V, what about your family ?"
My Poetry Flows In ... " So MANY Ways " ... !!! Which Goes To Show That My Wordplay's GREAT ... !!!!! "Your arrogance, will seal your fate !"
I find my place In between your arms, In between your loving words, And soft whispers of “I love you”. In between the warmth of your embrace, And the scent of your jacket,
Take Your Time Man USE Your Mind ... Before You Try To Ride With CRIME ... !!! Take Your Time When You Design ... Your Prose To Flow Poems In Rhyme ...
My favorite color is the fiery center of a stove once it ignites, bringing a sense of familiarity of my grandma's cooking. The sound of the heat touching the bottom of the pan, slowly boiling the ingredients together.
  Every night Before I go to sleep, I pray to the Lord Even though, I feel ignored.  I can't afford to lose my dad even more.  
Think about the possibilities! Excitement in the air! We're blended… A new family…   Anxiety high Moral low
LETTING GO I’ve been through a lot lately. Most of it has been so big and painful. But today I’m letting go,
On a night where the stars greet thousands of miles just to lift your head and the earth shifts to meet the steady shuffle of feet with her soft grass bed,
I'm a lot like Cain, That is, I don’t think about  The consequences of my actions. I don't know What they’ll be  Until they happen. I 
sage /sāj/ noun 1. a plant with green leaves that are primarily used for cooking, originating from southern europe and the mediterranean.
If a man gained the whole world, but lost his soul;Where would he be?Would he be lost, crossed from The Book forforever & eternity?Or would God grant him the chance to repent &reverse his destiny?Free from  being forced to travel in dark -
Please forgive what I say next, but after you are gone  I will burn the memories of you at the stake and choke on their smoke like the tobacco rings of your cigars.
I've Just Read A Poem ... About ... " Child ABUSE " ... !!! It's Touched Me So Deeply ... !!! I'm Now Feeling ... BLUE ... !!!! It's Filled Me With SADNESS ... And FILLED ME With MADNESS ... !!!!!
It started as two Then grew to what we have now We are related
inspire [in spīr’] originally, to breathe or blow  upon or into i.e. plants inspire us i.e. we inspire plants i.e. I breathe because of what has been planted before me
Back and broke from my hiatus Still mentally unstable, sentiments in stables, but my hunger's been killing me Zozo's been feeling me Mind blew up from a Twiztid rap melody. C'est la vie, it may be
What a curse, He saidI haven’t sleptDon’t know why I am cryingAm I depressedHaven’t heard from themShould I fly homeThey are caged inMy thoughts are neither freeShould I fly home
No child should die in the dawn of life, They as bright and shining as early morning, Their just-beginning story, that first word, paragraph, chapter
do you know the word home? do you know what it means? do you know what it  smellstastessounds  like?  do you know what it  feels 
I wrote this the day before you died, But today you are no more alive than you will be tomorrow. What's to come is inevitable,  But I know you of all people can handle it the most.
There once was a man named Daedalus Known as a dentist of excellence He sampled some Vicodin Now he’s imprisoned in A habit of common excrescence   A habit which started with booze
What are your siblings like? Do they lounge in the sun writing songs and dazzling many admirers?
You buy me flowers You kiss me on my cheek You take a shot of cough medicine And leave it on the sink
The bread is warm, Warm and soft, Under her flour covered hands, As she kneads.   She kneads for her family,  The family who forgets,  Forgets even their sister,
When I was a child I had dreams of great feats. Dreams of big things, with the ones I would meet.   I stargazed and wondered, how my life would turn out. Unsure of my future,
You aren’t ready to hear what I have to say But I wasn’t ready to find out, so I’ll tell you anyway. The past decade has done nothing but brainwash my heart and my soul I did nothing but what I was told
Unplanned, yes it's true, I have cried my tears and accepted my fate.  What does that have to do with you? Why do you only give me hate? I've endured the too personal I've gone through the pain
Unplanned, yes it's true, I have cried my tears and accepted my fate.  What does that have to do with you? Why do you only give me hate? I've endured the too personal I've gone through the pain
I see her in the mirror. when im staring out a window into darkness. In the surface of a lake. She is my reflection. Her name is destiny, and she holds my fate in her hands. 
(villanelle poem) Zindagi aur kuch bhi nahin, teri meri kahaani hai (Life is nothing more but the story of you and me.)
Longing is such an apt word. The physical space between us is now uncomfortably far. Your presence is the early morning fog on a cool fall morning;
She wears a crown but only in her games She wants power Because she's scared to lose control.   She built a castle of broken dreams
Before this pyre we stand my son, Within this hallowed shrine. Gods, let the flames be seen throughout Hispania one last time.  
I never knew I would leave that day. I never knew I'd be so far away.   It happened when I was a few years old. During that time, I was pretty bold.
Rest now little brother do not make a fuss.  Learn to know you words and speak with a leveled mind.  This world will be harsh and will not change its ways. 
    It was difficult to hear at such a young age. She should’ve known it was bound to happen. They weren’t happy anymore.
Sometimes it is hard to stay positive and to believe in yourself, You think you have it all planned out but there are people around you who try to convince you to be someone else.
Summer is reflection. Learning about yourself
Hello world,  Im a kid who hopes to change it one day. Hello world, remember me you killed half of my family. Yet, I still want to fight and change everything some day. Hello world,
Have you ever seen another take their lastbreath? Who can tell which it was,until the momentis long past?
I find myself sleeping a deep sleep that I don’t want to wake up from. On a bed of clouds, I float.   IAMDISTURBED IAMGRABBED I AMANGRY  
I was happy, TV nightly, As a family,   Simple pleasures, ‘Any Umbrellas?’ Family holidays,   I was happy, Perhaps the world was happy, Or happier at least.
1,000 friends in a life time you could make. Unfortunately; most will turn out fake. Only a few will prove themselves true. As you do them, they care about you.
Let me tell you a story of how my people were extracted from their villages like sap from tree trunks and walked hundreds of miles to a new home. Let me tell you a story
My mothers name means JOY. She brings a smile to my face every time she would sing me to sleep. She brings JOY when she makes me Chapathis by hand, and roasts them over a slow flame.
I try to see what you think in this world right now It's just full of all these things which could bring us down Don't you say I don't know what is real or fake It's all ruled by faith in the brain and it's no darn game
Let my silence narrate thy herasy Truth being slayed by grim reality
I understand not what goes through their minds The hateful, the wicked the all holy divine They speak of God's love and say they will pray if you listen closely they cackle as you walk away
Me By kaleena mojarro   I am alost for words for words  I have no muse  You did more then just break me    I am alost for words 
Never leaving time or space; Always evolving but never a race. We see them for their fabled powers, But inside us their strength flowers.  
Family can help, But family can also hurt. Family can support, But family can also oppose. Family can appreciate, But family can also disparage. Family can be loyal, But family can also betray. 
When Friday nights become Saturday mornings. The dew glitters on the grass like a fallen chandelier, casting shards of liquid sun. Coals burn in the fire sending smoke crawling towards the sky.
Today is a day filled with cheer. This is a day that comes only once a year. This is the day you were born. The day when sadness had been torn. Torn into pieces that you could never put together.
In the sun, My skin gets darker, But that is not my fault, The heat, Makes people uncomfortable, But that is not my fault, Kids play with water, As though we have some to spare,
I live in a world where everybody lies I live in a world where if you do anything you get despised I live in a world where I do everything alone And I've made it this far so look how fast I've grown  
They told me, all my young life:        Time heals all wounds -- and I assumed that they were right. But what, I wonder, heals the wounds that Time inflicts?  
I miss you shy, always smiling and generous full of love and eagerness to learn You dating wasn't allowed, no kids rules to follow and break I miss you no bills or rent heartbreak
When a fatherly figure dims by the growing load, drops of responsibility may unfold.   No time to play, no time waste,
When a fatherly figure dims by the growing load, drops of responsibility may unfold.   No time to play, no time waste,
When I was 7 Mama pulled me aside I say “Yes Mama” She started, “My baby,” Which I no longer was “How would you feel if..” My world had ended “Your Dad and I separated”
When I was 2 my sister was born and I was no longer a baby. When I was 4 my brother was born and by then I could change a diaper. At 8 people always said how mature and grown up I was, what a help, a second set of hands.
Much like my father, I refuse to admit to my flaws I evade revealing any of my own weaknesses. Much like my father, I am stubborn.
A poem dedicated to you, mama.    When did it begin?  When did I begin to resist your kisses, your hugs, your love?  When did I stop seeing you as a beautiful person?  but an ugly fat lady?  
Being the oldest of three gave me the unspoken job   To be their guardian angel and hold them when they sob  
Being the oldest of three gave me the unspoken job   To be their guardian angel and hold them when they sob  
I had a simple thought on a simple day A spark of mundane revelation as our car passed on its way
Distant yet close A phrase all the more indifferent To a young child unlearned about the closeness of family   Life gave it meaning once my sister moved from usAnd that distance surely changed me
The first time I saw my father cry we were on the side of the road the flip phone landed in his lap from the back seat, I watched his shoulders shake   The second time I saw my father cry
Wondering where can I start but What beginning is better than from the heart  For over a decade, everything was fine No complaints, was living life, disregarding time Growing up in the projects never made a difference to me Because love from my mo
The day he turned The day he left me Was the day I realized  What the world really was   The day he left  Was the day I lost some of my hope 
You're slipping away Your mind it is almost gone Eyes clouded by confusion Then you sing a song your eyes brighten once more The moments seem to be passing by your minds door Once strong and leaned on,
I was raised in darkness and deceit.  For the first 6 years not a speck of love was around me. It wasn't until I was older, that's when they found me. Kindness, peace, love, gentleness, and patience. 
 I write today to the ones that matter, praying to his glory that these crystal dreams dont shatter.  I write today to the ones that stayed, through thick and thin; might or right, their steps never strayed.  I write today to the ones with soggy s
My first memories, My first memories are of the sea. My first memories of my own father and his boat, All on a tiny fishing boat From the mouth of the Little Norway River.
A flashing of emerald trees fly by, Rusty brick buildings move just as fast, racing the trees. Sweat drips from a temple, down a neck,  Tangling with short streaky hair.
To look behind me at days past, I think of events long ago. To remember the year before last, Is when I truly began to grow.   Caring for family, I wish I had known, How not all sitters are wise.
  Sparkling eyes and tender flesh are shielded from the world in a tight hug. A photograph captures my father’s love.
I come from an Old Farmhouse and Woods that the 6 of us ran through for 7 acres I come from Raspberry bushes, Tall oak trees and tapping Maples in the Fall
  Realizing the world isn't so nice Is what changed my perspective on life   Having a biological mom that doesn't care for you
I am from dead leaves on oak trees to green grass covered with trash. I am from chimingchas every Sunday to hearing "Hey! Go hit the hay!"
I am a seed sprouting in both infused unfertilized and fertilized soil No one can really fathom the highest potential that I could achieve Only after I, the seed, has proved to weather the storms and turmoil
There was a barrier between me and my goals And I had crossed an inevitable bridge to self doubt  It created an illusion that the weight of the world
growing up in this fast pace world I thought at twenty I was a big girl paying for things living alone but there was somthing missing I still was not grown Between the life of a child and an adult 
Being the oldest of three gave me the unspoken job   To be their guardian angel and hold them when they sob  
Growing up  He never had people Who would stick around  He's ashamed to say  that his own mother neglected him 
Caught between my thoughts and  what is real I look up to the starry skyAngels don't use Wings to flutter they only fly,
"There will be people who walk all over you, they will use you and take advantage of you" Words that my father told me at 18 before I left for college I heard what he was saying, but I didn't understand what he meant
I see him there. Deep lines, pretty tall. They tell me, respect is key But I don’t feel it at all. The man who gave me that ball  
I looked outside the window. It wasn’t pretty or serene Trees were bending, ducking for cover  and snow hit the ground with a scream. Unsure, I asked, “Is this a blizzard?”
I looked outside the window. It wasn’t pretty or serene Trees were bending, ducking for cover  and snow hit the ground with a scream. Unsure, I asked, “Is this a blizzard?”
Glow Up Scholarship   Money The day I first worried about it I was no longer a kid 16 years old Father in the hospital
There’s this static noise In every phone call Getting harder to ignore As the days go by   An unspoken truth:  
The reflection in the pond of the five flowers that bloomed on the bank displayed like towers to my floor level frame.   Surrounded by the dirt and decomposed, and the water swamping my sorrowed leaves
There’s this place I call home And I don’t know why but it seems to me That this place isn’t as simple as it used to be I was a little girl - Their little girl, she her she her
Yes i can protect you. Better than you Cause i knows you. Better than you
I went to the hospital to visit my little sister; a newborn baby near her death bed. As I said hello but not goodbye  the world seemed to be JUST fine. That was when I realized; I am not a toddler.  
I’m their daughter so I love them It’s my home so I stay there It’s my culture so I sew my mouth It’s my circumstance
Happy Father’s Day to a father Who was absent when I craved for him Back then in my days This relation was rather growling and grim
I did not choose to lose you To let you go violently into That good night.   I did not choose for my heart to stop When yours did When paramedics covered you up And stopped trying
Tired. Exhaustion I seek to be retired Where did it come from Starting when I first came to the planet Beginning of my life
Highschool, the Past Present, and Future Anxious is the way I felt when I woke up on the 1st day of 9th grade.  I feared becoming defaced.
I remember sitting in my daddy's lap  But I'm too old now I would break his legs if I sat on him I'm not his little girl in my eyes In his eyes I will always be  When I look in a mirror 
Five foot two- can't fill those shoes You never knew the pain they put me through Five foot three- can't find real me  You say I'm my own, but never felt free Five foot four- s'you I adore
Good memories: made-up games, summer friends, the world is your oyster. Bad ones: voices of thunder and spite spilling out of parents’ mouths.  
There I was A little girl Who did not know What life would bring   I used to wonder
my grandparents' house has held many people, my opa built this house from the ground up and that’s how they built this family too.  
in May I cut my hair as short as I dared and stood before you with bared neck. and then suddenly I didn't anymore resemble the little girl who sat on your lap, looking up,
It’s something of an out of body experience The first time you see Your mother Cry   It’s shocking.   For the first time it’s Not bright happy tears Or the sort that spring up
Since I was young I was told family had to be number one. They’d have your back through thick and thin, And defend you from every sin.
Six years ago, two little boys invaded my home and stole my heart right from my chest. The little ginger haired devils appeared in my life out of nowhere and they took control.
The mother walked into her home, Not expecting her story to be told in a poem.   But her life took a turn that day, There was no way
I have grown up six times. The first time, I was stitting on a couch, watching television when my father stormed in with eyes red as hot embers yelling at my mother who pretended she didn't remember cheating
  One day I realized. I no longer needed you. You left me alone. So in return I left too. I know you’re my mother. But that’s not what mothers do. I’m an adult now.
  It was 9 o’clock I was 9 My mom said “come on girls, I guess it’s time” She sat us down and held her breath and with a big sigh She looked at us and said
You were so quiet before. A meek, fragile sort. Your art was never seen by other eyes You thought they’d think you were telling lies.
Benny’s Biography By: Alexis Seith   im a kind and carefreey kiddo, and my name is benny hyde. im sory for my speling but, you see, im only 5. my brother-he’s in first grade
Life was fine and dandy but we haven’t stopped to smell the dandy lions. You’re the sweetest thing I’ve picked out of the garden  In a while. We’ll both be fine in time  
Sister, oh sister She is gone, but oh how I miss her I never got hold her Never got to kiss her I was supposed to teach her
How many more poems? How many more tombs? How many more thoughts? How many more wombs?  
Anger, a muscle memory, triggered by his voice now teasing, now taunting, now icy creeping in my ears and down my spine.    Like tomcats we clawed,  screeched at each other, like 
To my younger siblings --who are separated And feeling I abandoned you   As your oldest sibling, I take responsibility for our parting I endure the troubled memories of our past
We buried you in Evergreen cemetery On October 15, 2010  
You were the first faces I saw Yet the last ones I ponder No, I don’t want to come home Why? Oh. I forgot You guys thought you raised me right Ha Let’s back up this janky bus
Sandwiched between innocent fingers Are wrinkled dollar bills And the cashier’s eyes linger On my own. Grown up in an instant Only twelve, but
"You aren't my mother." Such a foolish thing to say. But as a child,  How could I know better?    Tears formed in your eyes  And your cheeks became red.  You were hurt, in pain.
Who put the baby in the drivers seat Beause I promise you I´m like 12 Why are you putting these keys in my hand Ok I guess this is happnening I used to have a car seat It was blue AND pink with little flowers
a generic ringtone, a sound foreign to this 2am hour a beat as we freeze, glancing down, and then up "hello?" a motion towards the bottle clink, pour, swallow "things aren't looking too good" a pause
Life is like the Earth Always changing Growth, rebirth Movement, rearranging.   People are like seasons Some seem to linger, to last But for whatever reason Others quickly become past.
he was shot, In the back. We knew what was comIng, we had for a while, the man came to our doorStep, but didn't make a sound. we knew He was here to take, not to give, the man began to steal, to rob and to threat.
8,000 9,000 10,000 Feet high Alone I soared, Alone in the sky, Alone I sailed, When reaching new heights, New forces unveiled, The icy wind's bite. On the radio I hailed,
Sometimes we run. Just run. And run.    Sometimes not fast enough to escape our problems.   But sometimes we run  so fast we forget to  slow down  and enjoy our gift.
Do you ever just want to be dead? ... I do.  Often.   But, I don't want it to be my fault. I see how much it would hurt them now.    
Slightly hovering above the murky waters is my consciousness, Slowly drowning.
It begins with: 3 sisters with familial love built from brick, 6 hands encumbered with budding sunflowers, 6 feet that were miles from homesick, and
Times change and people do too, I didn’t believe it when they said you knew   You knew I was growing and still didn’t call Times change and people start to fall  
A person may leave or stay, To know the reason, if I may. A person can always get hurt, Only if they didn’t make the cut.
I know this all too well I have two parents Which means twice the yelling I get it
  I am ⅓ Musketeer   First week of May 2011, we go to pick up my dad from Chicago I was 8 years old Waited about two hours, never did he come
  I am ⅓ Musketeer   First week of May 2011, we go to pick up my dad from Chicago I was 8 years old Waited about two hours, never did he come
    She’s like my first child you know  I carry her weight on my shoulders  But she’s not a kid anymore  Man she’s getting older 
You were my big brother though we weren't blood, Through everything you always came through,  Now that you are gone my tears begin to flood,  Wished I could've said goodbye, who would've knew? 
Growing up is difficult. Growing up in a third world country is also difficult. Moving away was hard. It wasn't easy. I dont think it'll ever be.
I used to be selfish , narrow minded I never knew what it was like to truly leave my own wishes behind n- till my grandma was ill and crows took flight I hated my sister all my life, but I realized 
They're sisters for each other, but still bicker Family that once was   Then the summer of 2012 comes around An eleven-year-old girl
Number 1 - become his best friend      Remembering the smell of long nights     newly blossomed, pink lilies        lying on the carpet        of a forgotten home
  The air becomes dry and the wind stops mewling familiar hymns that I stopped singing So that I may talk to you  
My short, silky pigtails were brushing through the wind while you pushed me on the swings, since my little legs couldn’t swing myself.
A hard wood high chair was where I sat It is uncomfortable now but not at the age I was at I looked around the room and saw many people eating It was another Saturday night and we were having a family meeting
Purple used to be my favorite color Until the blank canvas of my skin Was tainted by the purple marks That reminded me that the love I thought I had perceived Was never the love that I received  
My god used to carried me on his shoulders and call me “baby girl”
Take Isabella with you I'm watching the game She’s not doing anything important   I’m confused
Oh what I have become  growing from a child to becoming an adult  I remember all the things I have done  seeing all the accomplishments I have won  Oh what I have become 
She told me with a red face. Our silent rage crackled around us like lightning in the rumble before the rain. I heard her whisper- through her teeth,
You came into our home I could tell you felt alone   Your brother looked so scared I thought I really cared   Little did I know
Timeless Black coffee drawnone seat at the table. Mingled soundsmuted distractions. Lives flowing in our houseintermingled senses. Passing without pausetimeless dismissals.
  Hey Grandma- I’m calling because- No. No, I’m fine. Mom just yelled at me again- I know I shouldn’t cry about it-   Hey Grandma- Mom is sleeping away everything-
My grandma has a heart bigger than the Minnesota lakes she grew up on. She would give you the shirt of her back if you asked for it, feeds the neighborhood squirrels right out of the palm of her hand,
We are created without consent Given to those with supreme claim to us Molding us in the image they see fit Until conscientious, awoken from youth   We are expected to live with respect
I’m so..sad All my life I’ve never been satisfied With me Abuse and control seizing my quiet soul I couldn’t let go   Rest ripped from me  I fought fathers for a lifetime
A simple ritual, done without a thought. Fix the dinner, tuck her in, make sure the doors are locked. Say goodnight and go to bed, then a thought goes through my head.
  “In the eyes of a mother I see you as my daughter. I see you as a gift sent from the heavens. I see you as a woman who will grow to be strong and independent.”   “In the eyes of a father
how do you tell someone something so crazy that you cant see the light at the end of the tunnel that youre an angel thats  just been begging to go home how do you tell someone something so personal
Waking up on Saturday mornings for the sole purpose of hearing Elmo squeak about something new on Sesame Street, has long been overruled by new responsibilities.
You don't know what you're talking about. Stop acting like you're smart. Those statistics are all lies. You can't trust anyone. Stop talking to people. You have to keep it all a secret.
“Just Grow Up,”... Three little words, I’ve never heard from my parents. “Just Grow Up,” three little words, I had to tell myself.
I am from forgotten songs, From distorted guitars and double bass. I am from late night TV (Loud, blaring children shouldn’t be watching).
Blood strange to mine, I could get ready to stay dead I would hate my father for ever having planted me A tall bird hunched in cold weather
What has happened to the days of truth? When one could trust their neighbor, their family, a friend  Everywhere I look trying to see through the mist, the fog that hides our true intentions 
A year ago as I wept and cried. I felt depressed. I wanted to die. 2 bruises here and 2 bruises there A cut on my leg, covered with air. My lip was cut; My heart was crushed
It's easy to forget, you know? That time can pass when you aren't paying attention And suddenly, your little sister says she likes that boy, And your little brother is taller than you are,
Like a colony of trees, Resources we share for all to bare Twist and swerve; curl and duck Drawing in and in, each winding root Water, endless pools of pristine liquid
Being a child is a special time One in which you look up to your guardians And think - I want to be like them - As strong as my father And as kind as my mother
The happiest point in my life, Is somewhere I'm supposed to be, Your youth shouldn't be filled with strife, Instead it should be carefree; But that has nothing to do with me, But I'm blessed with a family,
Once, you claimed a kind of love, unbeknownst to the receiverRememory*A mother’s desperate love; one in which she sacrifices allRememoryDo you truly love your children, or only what they are able to accomplish?
i. you said they came with rocks so i built a fortress for emotion brick by brick from bitter lies about how you thought it was, to love a woman.  
I do fear.   I fear being forgotten for having been absent for having left without impression.   I fear becoming misremembered
Failing my parents Coming to this country with 100 dollars in his pocket With hopes and dreams that reached as high as the moon Aspirations set, only to be achieved by flying a rocket
That I could be, like you makes my blood fire under  pulsing skin dum, dum, dum my heart beating a different tune than yours   My heart leaps for life not sitting on my butt
My mother taught me valuable things. She taught me to treat everyone as equals whether they clean the toilets or sit in a shiny new office on the top floor.
Calm overwhelms me   Breaking and splintering the anger and painThe words you spoke to me may heal with time But scars take far longer to fade    I stand tall  
One day, you’ll be gone and I won’t know what to do with my life after you are. The sad thing is you won’t leave earth you’ll just go really far.
A Year Alone I chose to go, to somewhere that was quite unknown.   A Year Alone; A long plane flight. I cried myself to sleep that night.   A Year Alone, Strange Family.
You call yourself a family but live so unhappily mom smiles in people’s face but  when she’s home puts people in their place Dad stays quiet , don’t know what to say depressed with the life he live
I will never take my eyes off you, It's okay because we will see it through, even if it is not in our destiny, we can make this work I thought of every possibility.
I will never take my eyes off you, It's okay because we will see it through, even if it is not in our destiny, we can make this work I thought of every possibility.
Lying, leaning, laying on. Under grass, on you, and to you too, You lay still, as if the lungs in your chest would burst if you drew a single breath. Maybe they might. Black Feeble Lungs,
I’ve always had grandiose ideas of what my life should be. How I would create the perfect love story. Embody the image of beauty and sensuality. Provoke thoughts and ideas that would start movements.
Family is something near and dear to us all But it's definition is one we can't quite recall   Some say it's those connected by blood But what about the children who are treated like mud?
Waxy lips, Purple ‘n thick Rear view, A devious kick Sing-song giggles, A soft purse Stomach churning, A biological curse   “How do I look baby?” “Pretty mom,” I say
My father cries at night like a ghost’s lonely moan Lamenting for the helpless behind closed doors   Reaching out
I'm thankful for my mama  I'm thankful for my sisters  I'm thankful for my brother  And all I've been given  I'm thankful for their love  I am so blessed  Never ever will I  See them as pests  They desire my success  And push me hard with no rest
Dipping my toes Into the endless midnight blue To me, it's a deadly hue. First my ankles, Then up to my knees. Pause. Remind myself to breathe. My clothes are wet now
    Sitting in a white room. what will happen next?   Sitting in this cold room knowing that tomorrow i'll get yelled at… for being in this room
The news blares bright and gaudy. Full of fear and sound. yet in the warmth of my grandmothers living room golden light filtering  through her paisley curtains  it feels  far away
I wish I could tell her that he isn’t who she thinks. The hateful wall outside him is only one part of who he is but the only part she sees.
To follow the right path, I had to leave my old life I will come back Even though it was difficult to decide. I was scared Will you all be alright without me? I was prepared You will see
you used to work at every corner. supplies stashed in the walls of your room, money found underneath your bed. hustling in the frigid, New York streets,
  “How are you gonna pay for college?” they say. “There’s just no way.”  “But look at your cousin who’s a traveling nurse.” “She carries millions of dollars in her purse.”
So many words None I can say I look at them They can see the words But cannot read them And I cannot say them I scream And I shout In a foreign language They don't understand
During my glory moments You are not there. During my breaking points You are not there.   During my life You are not there.   You have claimed to raise mec
I was afraid to be heard. Afraid to be spoken to or with. I was supposed to be the loudest in the room, and yet I was the quietest.  I feared fear itself, It feasted on my brain and my thoughts
my whole life ,  i always felt like i was missing something, something that i felt like was a hole . my brown eyes would water , when i  hear you say that its over .  but what can i do to make you stay...
It's ok   I'm alright   Just breathe   Out for 3   In for 3   I'm fine   I'm not alone
My dog died over four years ago, And her ashes rest above our fireplace: A mantlepiece Behind a photograph of her that was there when she was alive
I want you to know that even though you're away, not a minute passes that I don't think of my Bae I love every part of you and I don't just mean aesthetically, although, of course, you're gifted genetically.
Nothing is more beautiful  Than a father in total aura Of his young daughter   
      The dust flies up in piles, unwanted.  Coating my eyes in a layer of grit, of oblivion.  The grass is freshly cut,  just like at home.  Home. 
I think I paint because of fear of the abstract. I think I have fear, and there it is, Blossoming in my behaivor.   Like a flower peddle swayed by the wind, I begin my life when many will end.
To the days...   I’m going to take you back many years, back to when you had very few fears. Back to the days of seeing isn’t always believing, and being promised candy is always deceiving.
The first thing my mother did, when a boy broke my heart, was open the windows. She said that letting in the air, and erasing his smell
Most girls know what its like  That feeling waiting for daddy to come home Sitting by the door Listening for the car door to slam The footsteps and the keys in the door  
Parents think they know us. Because they once were one of us. Young, and immature. They think we have the same intentions and the same ideas rolling through our minds as though there is a young version of them burning inside of us.
Familiar sounds, my childhood grounds But rest is far from me tonight The voice that hounds, tension abounds And you are far from me tonight   I try to console my anxious soul
What makes us human? It's not our nationality, Not our ethnicity, Not our complexion, Nor occupation, social stature, Age, gender, religion, body size, hair texture, nor the colour of our eyes. But
Her Paper VoiceBy: Sophia Huynh  
I was born Of a European Yew. Its mighty bough had grown Twisted and encrusted With moss In the garden of my great-great grandfather. As he left his house for the final time
Materialstic things portray valuables and possessions I went from rags to riches And learned life's lessons Get rich or die trying, some said But that's not factual to me Got money but want to be dead
It’s 11:11 and my father is wishing for his hands to work.
Broken Harts Nineteen year old mother, Father and mother don’t love each other? Father not around, Mother crying on the ground.
remember me please within time as these melting cow doth we squeezesee me in ports desire taking gun for hire coming down to the wirebaby years ago let the truth be told people can be so coldlimitation onto exhaltation set the meter to forwardpaus
The popular 80’s hit has a tempo of 100 beats per minute, which is the same tempo at which one should give chest compressions during CPR. —The American Heart Association   My
Some people remember memories in the form of words, sounds, and images I remember memories, the smells of the grass, the honeybees I remember the smell of the dressing room Your cologne, perfume, the living room
I would like to look at the sky, but the starsopen my blood and disturbthe verses on the mouths of the dead:
Life is not giving us all that we need It’s sometimes hard and difficult… I'm asking myself  What would my life be If he was here? It’s question without answer Because he is not on my side
Alcohol wasn’t brought about to abuse it, It was brought about for fun. She doesn’t see; she just sits there, Drink, after drink, after drink. It hurts me, when I can see it coming, 
She cries loud I cry quiet They hear her screams  But mine are silent
Let’s be blunt, Suddenly all the lights seem too bright for me and I can feel the sting of how the artificial lights burn Burning a hole into the crack den of
Teeth came in, screaming came out As a child finding my voice came with fees Every chance I got to fight I would shout My mother made me get down on my knees  
"NO!" "STOP!"  Don't let them see Don't let them hear you cry I know pain is the only thing you can feel inside Flashbacks replaying nonstop in the back of your mind "Mommy, Daddy, where are you?" 
On an average day In an average mind I imagined the end of one's time Never knowing pain Never losing sane Interest surpassed disdain With the loss of sight With the loss of control
Saudade By: Sydney Johnson   A feeling of melancholy, longing or nostalgia   It seeps into
When your throat has become raw to point of tasting blood  and when your eyes are painfully dry, I will cry, scream and shout for you.
A Father is a Man of Bravery   A Man who's courage is unwavering, A Man who's never caught quavering   A Parent is an Example of Righteousness    An Example to his sons and daughter,
The clock strikes 12 all of the envious rats start spreading morbid lies that leaves this small town. Walking with their heads down And heavy hearts when will this wistful disturbance will end
Tupac once said that's just the way it is things will never be the same. AN he right police brutality happening everywhere an no one puts up a fight. Last year they had punish a Muslim day ain't no one open they mouth or have a thing to say.
  Everytime I see someone since my uncle’s been gone, they tell me how different I look How I cut my hair short How my acne cleared up How my lips aren’t chapped anymore
ever since i could remember, i’ve been keeping secrets. i’ve made little mental notes of the secrets and folded them with perfect creases. i’ve been gently caring for them as they made a home in my heart.
DAD, I love you more than words can explain. Even tho you can't hear what im sayin. I feel it in my heart and in my veins. Missing you so bad i'm going insane.
Earlier in the twilight I saw the beautiful light The day has just begun And long shall it be gone   Although its a beautiful day The town has grown cold It is a day in April Bay
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, 
Hurray! Hurray!! Hurray!!! mark this dayEpsy i into the twilight sky of friendsYou are the brightest twinkle i witnessedher embracing smile, calm as a lake  
Its been quite the journey, hasn't it? My first words, calling out for dad My first steps, becoming your double  Its been quite the journey, hasn't it? My first tears, watching that never opened door
It’s not easy having a 9 to 5, Not easy taking crap from people , Whose value isn’t any less greater than your own. It’s not easy reading three computer screens,
I see her, benching more than I weigh as sweat pours out of her pores She says she wants to be strong
To the women in my family,
She's a five foot fighter Her eyes tame fires Girl Scouts trained her to be a survivor She is someone everyone admires Not the best driver When life backfires, It doesn't deprive her
Oh, my sweet mother, Hope you are alright, Could not imagine life, Without you in my sight   Oh, my sweet mother, Please hope you care, Life will be stressful, Yet, it will be fair
Oh, my sweet mother, Hope you are alright, Could not imagine life, Without you in my sight   Oh, my sweet mother, Please hope you care, Life will be stressful, Yet, it will be fair
The world is a wolf, snatching innocence and feeding on the shortcomings of others. A child with mindless ignorance enters the woods; a blank slate. They look upon the faces of those around them, observing and repeating.
Everytime I think about you, My love for you is like glue. You do all the work for me You are a change that I only see   You are the best dad when I'm down And provide help and support whenever
A man who taught me to be who I am today A man who works hard every single day. He never asks for praise, or gives a little boast
My eyes, blind to an orderly Earth Discord. Turmoil paved the way A struggle, a downhill climb from birth I searched for comfort, day by day Home
He is my ghost writer The one who wants to see me ranked up higher. Helps me put in the work so I don't stress later No matter what I did he was always a fan never a hater.
He is my ghost writer The one who wants to see me ranked up higher. Helps me put in the work so I don't stress later No matter what I did he was always a fan never a hater.
You look at me. I look at you. You look at your feet. I look at.. it. What is it? It is everything but also nothing. What is your perception? It's a glass that was once half full now victim to the rage of uncertainty.
My Buddy. He's gone. My Pal. He's gone. My Coach. He's gone. My Example. He's gone. My Support. He's gone. Cancer, I hate you. His Pain. It's gone. His Suffering. It's gone.
Your age never held you back from dreaming. From breaking and reshaping an entire subcultre. Your gender never hindered you from achiveing. Having saved thousands of those haunted by the black vulture.  
Q:Who or what has had the greatest influence/impact on your life?    
Most people do not know how much WE look alike. Our simple personalities      connecting through the rough times. eighteen years of seeing YOUrself in
  Thank you for what you have done It has been loads of fun   Thank you for showing me to live my life free
Hi Gramps, It’s me again. I just wanted to tell you  That I love you. And That you’ve shown me
Just like Father, With strength in my shoulders, Compassion in my veins, Others in my thoughts, I am one-track-minded.   Just like Mother,  With determination painted on my face,
You wouldn’t think His eyes would shine so bright Beneath those clouds that fog his sight But they’ve been aglow since ‘25 You wouldn’t think he would be so kind
My sister always tells me, jokingly, as she always does,  that seeing as she’s my older sister, she’s known me for literally my entire life.   She says, “You don’t know me,
  I am scared, you hold my hand. I have anxiety, you soothe my fears. I feel overwhelmed, you offer me solutions. I am sad, you make me laugh. I need to talk, you always listen.
I look at him And he looks back at me And I know we remember I know we are both thinking of that time Different pages Same plot
Light shone on me in the earliest youth I grew up and learned the truth, Crazy enough life may laugh, At the things you say, at your made up tasks.   At age 12 they started to make sense
Insecure souls,Walking on their own dead bodies,Emotionless, coz they don't care, even less,
They say, don’t kiss and tell, They say, don’t tell after we kiss, Shaken inside, coz I can’t miss, every taste of the feel. Maybe I’m crazy, Maybe I’m lazy,
I remember you.You’re foggy but I do. I remember you being bossyand I remember loving it, needing it,Guiding me barefootthrough our woods, always so mossy.  I remember stealing Kool-Aid in dry measuring cups-mine a quarter, yours a half and hiding
O Sis, could I love thee like no other. For before my young eyes only squinted, A face inoffensive to our mother. I was, but a statue: black and minted.   Did not my ears think or care to listen
You’ve taught me all there is to know about life itself.
The night before the glorious day shimmered with nerves and talks of the future   Hopes and dreams raveled the starry skies and eased the burden of the morning  
You taught me about me about life and everything it holds Through the dark windy nights and days so cold   You brushed my hair and wiped my nose While singing a song about my little toes  
A part of your life Best,beautiful,emotions and lovely moments..... It'll never come back again. A parmanent mark onto Our soul,mind and life.... Memories is the one with which
A mentor, a friend, Family to the end. An aunt who comprehends And is with you until the end.   Thank you for you; And for your support    We may have struggled in the past,
I wish we're still kids, Who just play around with joy. No heartbreaks, no blues.
Mom, take me back there... Where things are smooth, plain and fine; When we're still complete.
As Abuela ages, the stages of a heart break commence My life is full of confusion with the exlcusion of you being by my side You taught me the real defintion of love, the kind of love where I feel a great sensation of awareness 
"uncle na!" I'd yell out, and jumped on to your back people would stare and maybe smile  to know she had a dad   adopted (maybe) or step-parent from birth either way, she's happy  
*Chapter1*I stood still,Never thought of being' shaken, taken for, coz love was granted.
I remeber growing up as your baby cub. You taught me how to care for myself incase you were not there. Well now you are not here and I am still a lost cub.
Dutiful, disciplined, dependable dad. How happy to have had: teacher, trainer, tactful taskperson. Listening to lectures, leaning, learnin', sometimes snubbing, I've learned so much; thanks for loving. 
The two people who you feel the most comfortable with, who you would give anything up for them, and who you always have in mind, who you always want the best for and who you will always go to for everything,
Tik Tik Tik Tik You put me above any other Even growing up without a father Tik Tik Tik Tik Taught me right from wrong Always sturdy and strong Tik Tik Tik Tik
Dear mom and dad,  I know you always wanted the best for me. Giving me everything I always need, so I try and make you proud. Living your dream through me, graduating from college and having all I need.
Quick questionCan a women be a man?Is transgender so new to us all?Its just a new word for someone to take the fall.My mom was my dad when he was not around
My rabbi makes me feel better about being alive, my rabbi takes the hits of life when I do not wish  to thrive anymore. My rabbi tells me about "back when I was a girl" and how "if I can do it then you can do it."
Without you there is no me.  The way you two make my heart glisten like a rushing stream.   You watched me grow, Always putting up with me when I yelled "No!"
Without you there is no me.  The way you smile puts me at ease.  The chuckle of your laugh brings me to my knees.   
yesterday, you asked to stay then in the morning, you went away. throughout the day, my eyes saw gray just black, and white,
Thin nimble fingers that braided my hair,   And dusted off a daughter that ran without care.   Feet that spin in circles and danced with all her might,  
A grandfather you have beenStony character but with a heart of loveHonesty principle you portrayedNever halting to all the challengesThe commanding responsibility you gave
Beside Me   I need to slow down; I think that she’s that she’s behind me,  If he’d looked around he would  Have said,  ‘I didn’t see you beside me!’
Eve Edgar Power Poetry 23 September 2018 Winter Weather
To Ferdi Simon, You play with pens and pencils Then they play with each other Muffled talks comprise the symphonies As the lead is flowing through the paper.   Coupled with melodious poundings,
My Influence is that of a bird A bird whom leaves its nest to live My Influence is that of whom could fly Whom could soar high above the rest My Influence is that of a Believer
You aren't the nicest.  You aren't the most relable person.  But you're my older brother.  We've laughed and we've cried, you've watched me fall but you've watched me rise. 
every noise crash snap or shout   followed by a jump or a yelp or a flinch
I look at your tombstone And wonder if you Can hear your grandchild, Who you barely knew?
A poem for the best and most influential mentor in my life, my big brother   David, my dear brother, you are like no other.
Thank you. It’s never said enough, But when it is said, It’s said with much appreciation. But who do I thank?   I thank my parents,
Often around, When you was small, Low birth weight, ear operations,  You went through it all.   Life became normal, For you then, Infant school calling, Forever grinning.  
It rises, slowly,
I am not perfect Though I have tried to be Sometimes I still try to be There is something about being flawless that Mutes my inner voice as it pauses to bathe  In steamy ecstasy That very high
It was just the fall of October when the skies were still sleepy The sun had pulled its blankets, yet the naked trees looked creepy Amongst the golden rays lies a mysterious yet recognizable shadow
I cry each time I see a butterfly because you aren't here to tell me to be strong. You were there, walking beside me, as my hands shook and I felt so hollow inside, screaming "I can't do it!"
I’ve got - two loving mothers Who i’m sure - passively still love eachotherWho both supported me through panic attacks and shaking shuddersWho did their best to hold me near when I was paralysed with fear. But damn!
Planting seeds is easy when you all you do is watch. It becomes embedded very early that alter to this path you'd  be awash. Later on things seem normal, in the family home .
Started out, Observation of 2 other entrepreneurs, Watching them make money, Started to burn my head.   Knowing I had the ability, Match them head on instead, Asking friends to join me,
I'm thankful for the little things, No matter how small they may be. But what I'm thankful for most of all, Is the friendship of you and me.
I didn't know what it meant to be me anymore. On the floor, there's a receptacle resembling me.    But you being here, being with me, being the hope and the light, and you knew who I was.
A chair can stand with only 2 legs. A mouth can be fed with only one hand. Birds can chirp, but never sing a song. We can live, but never on our own.
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
I stare up at the height of the now lonley, very damaged, fifty-five year old wall. Her once brightly colored bricks now faded, and weathered. She and He made me, just a short 18 years ago.   
Thank you, I have been wanting to say it for a long time. Having the opportunity to say you were mine has truly been devine. I think about all the life lessons you habh taught me and how they shaped me into who I am today.
Father of mine, all you have done Ever since I could remember All the days, all the fun From Jaunrary to December   Your time and your love Your sacrfice and your time
You won’t make it  The world cries I will she deters Tears threatening her eyes   With your skin so dark 
I wonder if they lost an ounce of sleep Or worried if you had any food to eat Did they even shed a tear? Longing and wishing you were near   When pains of poverty rapped at the door
Looking me in the eyes he smiled his typical transcendent smile, You can be anything he sang anything you want, Studying his face, the sincerity was there
To believe the impossible is possible makes me unstoppable to stop at all obstacles that only scream fall when I intend to vault. No need for a halt. That's what momma always told me.
My mother spoke to me in terms of flowers   She spoke to me in sunflowers, Tall, strong, and always reaching upwards   She spoke to me in the stem’s of wild garlic,
He who has a voice booming like Zeus’s thunder But, singing so delicate yet clear like no other.   Eyes wide and alert, yet so playful and mischievous.
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
Remember when you broke your right hip? It came as a shock to me. There you were, the picture of health, And only eighty three.   Of course, you were most disgruntled.
Heart teeming with love, liver soaking in booze; rough around the edges, tender to the core: the dichotomy of you.  
It's been almost a year That's three-hundred-sixty-five days since the last time I saw you Since the last time you had life inside you. I remember the wires, the hoses, the machines
my grandmother says I’m lazy, yet I am fully aware of the tasks that are meant to be done before me. I am fully aware of the miles of debris left behind my trail.
heaven is a topic of controversy that dwells amongst great populations - from a young age, I was exposed to such trauma of Death in circumstances that a young princess should not have withstood.
 a grandma, a lover, an idol, a savior a women with admirable behavior for someone with nothing she has it allwhen she is needed she always stands tall  you empower me to be the best to persevere through any test when i see the way you laugh and s
You gave me roots Struggled against the odds Keeping me safe Saving me from abuse Fighting the law to keep me safe Having to be my mother and father Working day and night to keep me clothed and fed
To my friend, my cousin. You represent someone who is exactly what I wanted in a father figure. My real dad is afraid of everything, and has a hard time being supportive.
I write to you to praise you. For the way that you have hurt me in ways that cannot be described. They cannot be described because they were not out of malice,
  A sister who loved. A sister who cried. The girl who touched everyone’s lives. To me she gave the gift of ambition, the gift of a dream, with all of her strength.   
You have inspired me to be best i can And to me you are the definition of a real man Emancipated and concentrated i often see on your face My promise
  I came to this world I found my self in the hands of a woman My mother She looked at me wth a smile For in me she saw a blessing My father ,my father Where were you?
You brought me into this world Instilled your hope, genes, and dreams into my soul Mom, Through these 20 years I've had many fears You've wiped away so many tears My heart is full
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I don't care if your here I dont care if you're not I don't care if your a woman I don't care if you're a man I don't care if you're young I don't care if you're old
Many people know how important you were to me.If you hadn't died, today you would've turned seventy.You were a kind woman who loved to give.I would've done anything if you could've lived.
I keep my poems Close to my heart You told me that I could share them With the world if I really wanted to.  
The difficult me! And I can make you mad But I’m also fun I can make you laugh. AI’m tough and arrogant I can make you loose your mind But I’m also loyal I will not let you down.
Protector since birth. You are always there for me. Proud to call you Dad.
It is very hard for me to pick just one person that I dedicate everything I am to For others it might be simple For others it might be impossible I place myself somewhere in the middle.
You only see my tears when I laugh But can't see my wounds and scars inside. You only listen to what you hear
She is a firefighter.    Putting her life before others.  Putting my life before others. Others don't understand.  Understanding can be difficult when they are apprehensive. 
I hurt because of youThe pain I felt when you hurt meThe anger that followed what you didI could never understand why you did these things to meI was 12, Just beginning lifeAnd you took it from meHow is this fair to me??I hurt everyday because you
First came birth as did we all, A neutral force guarded by angels.  Outside their influence lingers an evil, some of which we cannot discern. Two forces in my life have guided me. Two of the three primary colors.
Sometimes the things we can grow, learn, want are what people are not   Protected but desire demands freedom   Security but never chasing after dreams  
My father, my father, how much you mean to me, You’ve taught me how to be mature, and good as I can be, You help me up when I fall down, and tell me I can do it,
SAINT MARY OF THE SEA POSTS A LETTER: TO THE SIREN HUNTERS, BE WARNED        i saw            what    you   did when  you     made         sure    no   one was      looking
Daddy is yelling, Rambling, Cursing, At mommy Mommy is grieving, Crying, Hoping, For Grandpa Grandpa is dead
The world strikes me with many obstacles, Many obstacles as time passes throughout the day. Looking towards the sun, I didn’t realize how much time
What if I don’t feel strongly about anything involving words This is my consciousness My brother is coming home I hope I don’t want to be alone Meaninglessness means nothing
Reading the "Giving Tree"again at age twenty-three, made me reflect onmy current anger with my mother.She has been there for mebut as I have grown older, she became the boy and I became the tree.
Goodmorning How could I have known what sick meant You were sick, been sick your whole life Suffered your old life with A smile
Oh brother, don’t turn away, the sister said The future’s banging on your door Won’t you just let it in? And memories are sold.  
I was raised to keep my issues bottled I live with a family where communication is a problem Introverted pacifist, avoiding all confrontation When I try to speak, I stutter, failing all articulation
As a tribute to my dad now one year clean. To the bottom I go When I’ll be back, I don’t know I get lost on the way To a place I’ll stay
I wake in the morning, And the first thing I do Is start to get high To not think about you. I take a long puff To forget about your sorrow. Take another one in To forget about tomorrow.
Two tiny turtles placed in a plastic shoe box at the corner of a cabinet Their quality of life is equal to their cheapness of the quality box
Big words, Small words, Hard words, Soft words, Sad words, Happy words, Loud words and Quiet words, My favorite words are the ones that have me lost for words.
I waved hello to an old bent tree Unsure where the journey would end. I never expected that, waiting for me, Was a wooden and wonderful friend.  
It's Saturday I wake up  Mom knows Breakfast shows up at 8   It's Saturday Dad's gone  Off to work Won't be back till late   Next morning On a trip
Wrapped in the blanket azul of her birth, the little girl spells inmigrante beside inmate with a stick in the dirt on the border between cage and patrolman earth.
The world is dirt Yet I’ve seen the greatest of flowers Spring up from its soil   And she was the loveliest flower  
I saw something that reminded me of you today I haven't thought about you in a while When are you coming home? You should see me I cut my hair I've gotten taller And I became someone new
I should have known the minute they started treating me different Well, now I'm all grown and I'm getting thrown out of my ass Forced to be all on my own, stuck with nowhere to call home
My family and I have been through some rough times, but them kicking me out is the worst part They left me confused, feeling unwanted and with a broken heart I'm going to have to find new ways to let all of this pain out
I hate you, and I can't stand up to you You represent everything that I hate about this world You are the epitome of evil You are the living proof of why no one wins by playing fair Everyone loves the tough guy
Why do we do this stupid little dance? It's very well coordinated and I know the steps by heart But you don't seem to understand that with each twist and turn we destroy what we have It's broken down into simple steps
It was cold and we usually had the same dinner for weeks on end, but the home was a lot better. My baby sister was my best friend, my other sister my second best friend.  It felt like I got back part of the
A hug from a woman who's not my Mama but has raised me nonetheless is warmer than our run-down apartment in St. Louis. Streetlights would allow shadows to form in my head. They go away when I see my nephew's eyes,
I’m so scared I’mscaredI’mscaredI’mscaredI’mscared I don’t know What to do How to act What to say I’m so scared
I wish I could say “I hate you.” I wish I could say “I love you.” I wish for these two things, And they tear me apart; One leading down a path of no return
Don’t you dare  don’t you dare  speak one more lie  that I’m up to no good  when I making sure  you can get by    don’t you dare say  I do nothing for you  when I hide my pain 
When you were dying, I was dazed yet ambushed. We were fusing, and I got cold feet. Who knew I wasn't cunning, firm, nor merciful of your love. The content was only in text, and a dial was abundant.
We sat on a Telletubby blanket the first time I held you and you weren't bigger than a box of cereal. You grew up in front of your two big sisters faster than they were prepared for,
Grandma's hands Clapped in church on Sunday morning Grandma's hands Played a tambourine so well Grandma's hands Used to issue out a warning She'd say, "Baby don't you run so fast
A child and his mother walk down the street The boy in front Each step slapping the ground His miniature blue flip flops Flapping away dirt and ants from under foot The mother watches, the round of her belly
It's me, your big sister, well second big sister I know you don't know me but I love you   I'm sorry I couldn't be there to
Listen to that voice There is importance in following These pages enclose the words my heart holds If I enacted the things I feel I could heal Our generation acts as if emotions are no big deal
She was pure poison Striking at what she wanted most and pushing away those who got in the way.   She wanted something odd, maybe to make herself seem more full:
Poetry has always seemed to be in my life, in my blood even My father is a poet, for my mother at least He wrote them when he was happy when my mother was pregnant with me
We all go the distanceJust to do what we must, And so we do what they want, So we may earn their trust.
Life is so precious truly a gift something so sweet  like a mother’s kiss from beginning to end a joyful ride like rifing the waves on the greatest tide from being a child
To My Dear Broken Family, Dear Working Class,Broken Family of America Do not wither in a stormThis too shall pass!  
Quivering, Quivering, Shaking, Hands On Thanksgiving Day. above the filled cornucopia, sliced turkey and relatives dark news hovered above in a cloud
My sight is now fading these last words I write To you my descendant Your birth will bring light For you are the crown that  completes my quest Our name is not noble  but now I can rest
I wanted to write a poem about music, but I understood that it is better to write about something true rather than something you feel good about. Now. My mother, she, she has always been there for me. In the highs and lows of my life.
Tina, my bathroom won’t smell like your hairspray and I won’t hear your thunder in someone else’s voice but if your heart chooses to grow, I hope you’ll come to know
I don't know what's wrong again. Everytime it's something new. I try and try to be perfect. Nothing is good enough for you. Each time, I think we're good. Then you block me out.
Glass clouded with Hemlock's breath,with a crunch I step untoand revel in the sight of deathso sweet, compared to bitter you.
I write this for                       you Not because I like                       you Not because I love                       you But         Because your actions
One day in the dark I was in my school park We had a strong bond but now my father's gone I had to edure the pain without that, there's no gain I felt so helpless, so worthless
The stick-together families are happier by farThan the brothers and the sisters who take separate highways are.The gladdest people living are the wholesome folks who make
Double-check the mirror for my mother's eyes (two bruised plums)   I'm still afraid
The Thoughts of a Child   Once I knew the thoughts of a child, Once I knew only innocence and peace in my home Once I knew only good and love, nothing of betrayal.  
We battle our masters with laughter that shatters the perception of contrasting stature.   A giggle is a stave through the heart of catastrouphy.  But we hide behined tears, 
Everyone needs a memory  Summer keepsakes  Family memories  Best friends Pictures full of people you don't know Awards Lunches full of laughs Dance trends Sayings Favortie songs
How do you love one person so much  That the world just stops That instead of a person  They're just an idea  A passion   They rule your thoughts Your stories
Mother, please don’t go away. You know how I love you… I’m calling you, please answer me! Please don’t go please not now!   Do you hear me calling?
Those years The tears Those fears They hurt Those lies And byes And here I see you   Those rough times I won’t let you go through The light will shine
Engraving on the hilt inlaid with gold Newly daubed with tar of flesh and bone A ruddy smearing on the blade Tearing ‘tween muscle, marrow A carving of the heart
I believe we may have missed it the year of reconciliation The prospect of harmony, of order Just a smidgen from symmetry the precarious plane tipped
I am from the Earth The soil that sits beneath the flowers brown and suffocated by the beauty. I am from Wattupa Heights and the bike I never learned to ride. Hand-me-downs from Shane and Brittany
It has been fifteen years. Sometimes I wonder If when I cry you shed tears, too, and I wonder Will I go deaf soon? I try to drown out your shouting matches. The percussion leads your voice. The great wave crashes
My hair is too frizzy, A red tangled mess. My eyebrows aren’t arched, Blonde makes it look less. My pants don’t quite fit, The muffin top pokes over. I look down at the scale,
Blinding lights like an operation room. I curl myself in the booster seat, Woven polyester straps pulled to the sides. Muffled roars of arriving flights make for difficult napping.
I forgive you for breaking my heart You took a healed wound and reopened it You poured acid onto it & let it sit The pain is still there, but I forgive you   I forgive you for leaving me vulnerable
Never Farewell By: Ricardo A Arreola In a world filled with lies and made up memories Hate is all a child ever grew to know But when lying next to frozen stone one
My blade is tainted red and it doesn't help when you shout. i wish that i were dead  so just put me in the ground.     i'm done with stars and banners, i'm done with tear drops too.
My mother writes poetry. She has for years, though I never knew. She keeps her poems in a journal, Tucked safely away. She showed me the book once. I read all the poems in it.
I planted my legacy inside of you. A tiny pebble of a seed, brittle and bitter from a lifetime of storms. I buried it deep in your soul.
A poem writen by my brother and I: Brother, how you push all my buttons, But I still love you, Sister, though you tease me, I still love you, Brother, how you aggrivate, But I still love you,
My Uncle joined the circus, which is okay, I guess, if you like that sort of thing. Truth is, that sort of thing really creeps me out, like how  Lunchables 
I measured each spoonful of Mexican cheese and sprinkled it, like a surgeon, over a bubbling omelette Next was the avocado, sliced in smooth crescents of green because that's the good kind of fat,
As the colors fade and slowly turn to grey, I rise from the ashes, color blossoming from within me.  I hear a whisper behind me, But I dare not look back.
"My love why do you keep me, i am ever so tinyI may not be a babe or even that whiney...but I am so small yet you make me feel so goodand you protect me despite the whole neihborhood
(Bare with me it has a good message)A beautiful giantess goes up to a little manTake him in her sexy foot and takes him in her softr hands" I wish to please you and make you very F**ed
I keep trying to find The lengths to which I would go for you But every time I think "This is it" I find myself in deeper waters of your love Than before and I know that
Thank thee, Lord, for living. Thank thee, Lord, for death. Thank thee for the ashy air  That fills my bony chest.   Thank thee for misfortune, It took me by surprise,
The razor no longer slides through my wrist,  But I'm bleeding through the falling tears. I have it all. I have the friends. I have the love. I have the family.
A Beating Heart Naeha Inapanuri     last week my life was steady constant the same routine   repeating never ceasing
“The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.” -Cherry Wine, Hozier   The wine-red honey courses through her elastic veins as it had for years and years,
I must thank you Years of family memories Frozen, standstill, captured, timeless. And we shall know your absense By the lost years In our photo albums.
Dear glass child The way the sun shines through you is blinding  It looks like heavens pouring out of your skin Dear glass child You are so beautiful
I could see that pain and hatred in your eyes The moment she spurned you as childish and unwise. I know how it feels to be scorned and chastised. I know how it feels to go against those baptized.
I came from the moon- A crater left in the wake  Of a girl who couldn't stay still The changing faces of my father Trying to find the daughter he carved- Never content because he can't find me
daddy. i know i no longer call you this way. there are some nights where i catch myself thinking about your wounds. your hurting heart.
We're connected, all of us, From Hawking to Epicurus. See those volumes sitting on the bookcase? Each author offers warm intellectual embrace. In a way, we are all one,
Twenty Two years on  and the child has flown the nest The 2nd heads off soon and the rest  they say is history, but history has a knack you see Of bringing you back to reality 
The hallway was quiet.
I am a  baby I enter the world and open my beautiful eyes to see the light Cute as a baby, oh that’s me Smiles from bundles of joy   Poof! I am a kid
Dear Grandma, I love you so much. You practically raised me. You called me your favorite. Things aren't going too well for you right now. You're always sick, passing out. You're nearly blind, and you don't remember me.
I was born in Newzealand, at the age of 4 i was send to india with my parents. I moved in with my aunty and uncle in Australia, but my parents stayed back home in India. when i was 5 i was homesick,
Her eyes blaze with guilt, and an outrage at being guilty. Being caught.   I patiently wait for the crows, who so lovingly printed their feet
You are my life You are my friend I miss you so much Deep down I blame myself for everything It is my fault I lost contact with you I lost you I will always see you as my big bro
  Looking at the stars Thinking about the place I go every day, The place I call home But it doesn’t feel that way.   Home feels like bad dream
Ode to the Hard Holidays Whether it’s Christmas Family coming together Celebrate the birth of Christ Gratefulness Whether it’s Thanksgiving
I’m afraid of spiders their hairy legs and relentless fangs Afraid of the tallest heights looking down from the stairs As if they are a 200 foot skyscraper
Dear Mommy,   Let me start off with the fact that I love you And that I really appreciate everything you have ever done for me But you are not without your faults In fact, you have quite a bit of them
I have not met you in this physical lifetime,  Although I carried you with me for quite some time. I would like to tell you about someone I admire before you reach your destination.
(There’s no need to start with dear When Mami is the same thing to me.)   I read a poem in Literature one day That made me tense, a deer ready to run
Dear Daddy, I love you and I miss you so much. I’m sorry I didn’t spend more time with you before you left this world. I’m sorry I didn’t express my love enough.
Man, I still remember saying our goodbyes But I can’t remember the last one. You would remain still behind the glass As my sister and I would be carried away, Tears streaming from our eyes
I wonder what you were like. My father's father, cast away from the light. I never met you like I wish I have You never heard me talk or seen me walk We never had a chance to sit together and laugh.
Dear Father,    I guess you were the onewho was supposed to show me how this works.The ins and outs of love,living, learning, and putting my happiness first.   
It has been a few years since I’ve last talked to you. You’ve slipped my mind as I lived and grew. I write to you this poem of mine. I hope that it’ll make it to you just fine.
Hello Brother.  I miss you  Our family misses you.  It isn't your fault.  You did nothing wrong.    No one can help where they're born.  This has left our family torn.   
When I was growing up I had a pretty happy childhood. I came from a broken home, however it never was an issue for me until I turned 12.
Dear Father, You were there for my birth At least I think you were But that’s about it You saw me growing up But I would rarely see you I never saw you at school performances
5th year I was always a giver not a taker. I bought my her toy, gifts or what ever I made her. My sister is oldest but I was always the protector.
Dear, Nephew   You are so full of life right know  so full of energy, joy, happiness, light. You make my days brighter than they were yesterday; When I was feeling alone and depressed.  
Hey stranger, long time no see. I hope you still reconize me. I've been doing well..
Dear Death,To you I've never cowered underYet casualties of those I loveWill tear my life asunder
Sometimes at night, when the second-hand ticks endlessly, forever mocking me for my inability to grasp the embrace of sleep because I am too busy thinking about you and the burn
Dearest Father, From my first breath to my first day of school You were there for them both. You held my hand and kissed my cheek, And did what you could  To protect me from the harsh world.  
Dear me, You, with all your crevices and caves are still the man in the glass, everyday he stares into your eyes with expectation of you fulfilling
Dear Mi Amor, All it took was a pie  And two little girls playing way up high Every day was a day our friendship grew And little by little we did too  Sunrise to Sunset
Dear Grandmother, You were supposed to protect me and wipe my tears when I cried. Yes, you did this but all as you lied. You taught me not to trust:
Five baby birds, alone in a nest. Friends due to birth and location. Five baby birds, hormones and hatred manifest, With any contact leaning towards altercation.  
Dear Mom, I hate you, I hate you because I miss you, even though I never learned who you were as a person.
To my mother   I imagine that before my mother was a woman, she must have been a girl. It's an odd thing, this imagining. My mother was once an unfinished human,
Dear Husband,   You say we are a team and that our hardship days will end soon. The harder we work together, the better our future.
My balloons never really had a name or a purpose, 
To my Dad, my best friend, I can’t even pretend that all this happened, I just want to bend and contort until my body says no- My mind is full of what if's, maybe's, and so’s.
Dearest Amanda,   In our darkest hour my mind replays, a memory:   My eyes are pulled to where the road seems to bend, where the trees are not green, where the long river ends.
Dear Grandfather, I wish that I was able
Your deep red feathers contribute length to your shape, But it's more than physical features that add to my gape. Morning "I'm awake!" calls and late night "No bedtime!" squeaks
I’m a Teenager.  
Dear so-called family, You know who you are, We share the same father And the same type of blood.   The last time we spoke Was during dad’s funeral, “Don’t worry” You said,
Dear Reader, here's a poem about home. i hope you enjoy. Rushing cars, aging scars. Honking horns and corner stores. People to and fro, not even a single hello? Text and call, bump and scowl.
Dear Daisy I think about kissing you I wonder if you think about it too We were waiting outside to go dancing I was high and
They calim To be your family But still They neglect you And tell you They don't want you They may claim  To be your family But my love They are not Look here
I wanted so much for you. I wanted you to learn how to walk before anything else so that you could always rely on your feet as foundation to hold you up during times of desperation.
Dear brother, It was vague like a dim moonlight in sunrise, Your attempts to avoid those dark temptations, Chasing you left and right to what’s unwise, Leading you to a certain damnation.
Dear Family,   I am doing this all for you And you probably don't even know Because I always keep pushing through And never let my emotions show.
Dear Maitu, As you have not come into this world And you never will I wanted to write to you and tell you  Of the world you will never experience.  I am you aunt, the cool one.  You brought so much joy and heartache to your family.
Dear Dad, Thank you for the guidance, the careful considerations, the many years of love. Thank you for the encouragement  when everything seemed difficult. Thank you for the support
Dysfunctional Family   Let me introduce you to a family They're one of a kind. You learn to love and respect them once you get a look at their dysfunctional minds.   Let's meet dysfunctional dad.
dear dad,   you look at me when i am a woman, pretty pink dress clung like a leech sucking content from my skin.
Google Translate ‘yaya’ from Filipino to English: governess, nurse, maid (show less translations)   i cannot remember the first day i met you,
  Dear staring stranger,   I am who I am I am the product of two best friends I am who I am I am the daughter of a military man
Dear Sister,   The first time we met  You were 5 He was 7 I was 1   There were two sets of parents One for y’all One for me Full sets, 2 in each  
Dear Ms. Yolanda, You know I care about you right? Well, I do. You are my family and I will always love you. But we need to talk. I wish you would start living already.
Dear Mother,   I remember those words that left your mouth  
A letter to the Universe   The first bell, it rang at 8:05 The first day when he stepped his feet on the Holy ground United States, the land of opportunity
Dear Mom and Dad,    It took me a while. I know you've waited patiently. I know you went to bed every night,  hoping,  praying.  It took me a while.
  February 2, 2017   Dear Person Whose Life I Tried to Make Perfect,
Throughout my life I've met so few, who ever were as kind to me, as was my clever old Παππούς (papoo) a strong yet gentle man was he. His eyes they shone so dark and brown, No wonder then why Grandma fell
Dear Dad, People will say that you can´t be my dad. That giving you the title is the worst idea I ever had. ¨ He is not blood. ¨ they say, ¨ What has he done for you anyway?¨  
Dear You,
To the man who took the most precious thing a young girl could have... You cut me so deep inside that I may never heal properly from this.  All I wanted to do was just cry my heart out for how much pain I was in.
MOTHER By: Demily Ruelas Mother, is the one that is with you from the very start. Mother, the one who kisses your boo boos when you have gotten hurt.
Dear Mr. Chavez or should I say Dad? Such great high school memories, we both had. You made me lunch each morning, every single day. "I don't eat that", instead of,  "Thank you", I'd say.  
Dear Davlyn,
Dear Davlyn,
Since I was little you gave me your time I never thought much of it I always thought you would be there no matter what I took that for granted
Dear Mom... I don’t even know where to start with you these days. How are you? It feels weird to say that.  Do you wonder how I’m doing, too? I’m 25 now, A woman. Last time you saw me I was a girl.
  We’ve lived in two different houses both of which we were alone    just us and no one would even know someone else
Dearest Mom and Dad, I am so sorry Sorry about my naivety as a young child Constantly, aimlessly wandering about with your knowledge The multiple times I scared you The many encounters with towering strangers
bend the bruises mend the stains, go ahead and break the chains, wait outside the wrong track door, hear the voices, not good for anymore.   break the bones, like all souls show,
She looks at meand squints her eyes.Can she see me? Maybe.Her eyes open widebut when she wanted to see the world,her eyes lied.Abuelita it’s me, I’m here!I’m standing right in front of her,
Dear Mom, I know I stopped talking.  I know it hurt you. but what I DID say,  it was all true.   I know I hurt you, but one thing's for sure. What you did, it hurt me more.
GRADUATION POEM By: Eric Fraley   Here today Here we sit Class of 2017 Amongst our friends Our fellow classmates
I am dirty feet dancing in the jungle I shower in my mother countries water with my neighbors A naked body is my friends and I because Jesus isn't born for another century I am enjoying the heat that blackens my skin
Dear Dad,
Well daughter, I'll tell you... Your dreams are rivers Calm, straight forward Most of the time. Sometimes you meet rapids, Falling down hard like waterfalls, Dreams are tricky things
Listen up, kid, and listen up good.   My brother and I may only be 1 year apart, but damn right I'll protect him at all costs, so you better watch out.   The first time my brother mentions
Dear Morning Air, Do you remember that morning?
Dear Neighbor. My family isn't from around here. I did not grow up in these coastal neighborhoods. It's not like your family. With your nice dog and your kind husband and your quiet sons.
To whomever decides to read it:   I don’t know him well. I never will. I’ve heard of him before, through the others They speak highly of him: A friend, a brother, a son, a loved one
He called me family. He told me family is forever and so were we. He told me no one will ever love you as much as I do. I believed the pretty lies and was a pretty girl. I kept him happy and lost myself in the process.
dear father who is absent but not absent enough, you usually leave between eleven and twelve  coincidentally those are the ages i first began to doubt us i put myself in danger
Dear Mother,   Dear, Oh Dear Mother, Yes it is Me your Daughter I have never meant what has happened Dear Mother
Letters to the Streets Of Gold   Once, I wrote a letter. Plastered on the marble-slab-smooth surface  Of a helium infused spaceship,  The letter soared on the wings of a red balloon. 
Dear Dad, I look back on the days When you showed me all of your love Showed me all of your care When I thought you just acted tough   Always left your side fast
Dear Ma, The eleventh of March Nineteen seventy-nine Baby born at this time Little foot with an arch; Her dark green eyes glistened As she looked at her mom Pat held her in her palm
Dear Betrayer, Sometimes I sit around and think About how everyone has a focus One day I could just fly away And my loved ones wouldn’t even notice   Or maybe they would start to see
Dear Mom, What’s it like in Heaven? I can sense you standing side by side With a God we never believed in. You’ve never seen your halo;
Abigail SullivanPart 1: A Letter to Cerebral Ameloid Angiopathy. Out of nowhere, you chose my dad as a potential victim to interrogate.
We were all born into a familyRelatives and siblingsWhen we commit we submit to our family What if you were born to be in the treeOn the broken branchThat fell so easily it's hard to believe  
To Brandon How do I be an older sister to you? How do I teach you about the cruel world? What do I do when that innocent spark leaves your eyes and you start to realize not everyone sees eye to eye.  
I remember every piece and every bit like it was yesterday Hurt me to my soul hearing bullets cought you 'round the way  Stayed on my toes for some hours, yeah I had to pray
Dear Dad, I miss the day on your birthday when we'd make cupcakes with your face on it The days we'd play catch outside in the garage  The days we'd play call of duty with my brothers
Dear Brother,   Maybe they want you to be manly,  the perfect masculine masterpiece They will probably want you to be normal
Yes I know I know You aren’t so little anymore, I Understand I understand more than you can Ever realize
When they told meYou had gone away,I didn't thinkThey meant forever. I thought you wereOn vacation,And I was jealousYou didn't bring me. But even now thatI understand whatThey said,I still wish IHad gone too.
1999 was the year it all started I was born Sick and kept away No one seemed to know where 2002 was the year it all ended I was taken away
The playground withers and grows old.  Its aging wood is taken over by the sun.  I remember when the kids would play at night;  My mother and I would watch together.  Look at how it flies, the time. 
Dear my protector, Satheric, Satheric. With feathers so sleek like a silent owl in flight, The comforting hum of your voice, kept me asleep all night. As I knew there was nothing to fright.
Dear Dad, Are you upset with me, because I grew up wrong? Are you upset that I am Mentally ill? You haven't spoken to me in so long. But I love you, still.
Dear Mother, who is dear to me no longer,    
Dear Dad.. You're like a broken advice vending machine All advice is free and it's always a two for one offer sometimes even three
Dear Rebecca,  
Dear Papi,   On January 8th you were given a little bouncing baby girl that has so much growing to do. I'm sorry you will not be there to see that.  
Sweet, sweet girl, don’t lose that heart Even though sometimes, things will fall apart. Value your daddy and all the sacrifices he will make You don’t yet understand all he’ll end up doing for your sake.
Dear twenty-seventeen there's a lot of things you showed me like how time can move so slowly then get faster than you'd like there's a lot of things that happened    like my highschool days at home
I see you in my sleep, there, you’re still alive, Refusing to accept you’re gone, is the only way I survive,   I reveal all my stories,
You were supposed to be full of love, and there for me whenever I needed you. If I had a monster under my bed, you were supposed to be my knight in shining armour. But instead you were the monster,
When I was little, you were the best. I remember how we used to sing karaoke before bed.   When I was little, we always played Crash Bandicoot.
To my dear sister Ciara,   So This My Tribute To You   Blonde was her hair, And pale was her color, She stood about 5’4,
I'm the type of person who finishes all their homework on a Friday night so they can enjoy their Saturday. I no longer procrastinate. Some call me an overachiever and others call me a nerd. I'm a bit of both.
Dear Future Self,   Do you remember the beat The thumping of feet Up and down the halls In and out of classrooms
Dear Pompa,   We miss you down here. I didn’t know it was possible to miss someone’s silence, but I do.
Life has kinda been a jungle to me kinda like living in one or something  Wondering why my father, never came back after his hunt  Always haunted me Would sneak up on me  While my back was turned
My dear brothers and sisters,   A father’s love is like no other. He loves you and he respects you And though you might forget that sometimes,
Dear Family Tree,   I saw you breaking branch by branch, bearing neither fruit nor leaf; there was nothing I could do but watch until I couldn’t bear to see anymore.
Goodbye Tatay*   Dear Tatay, I still find myself talking about you in present tense. It’s been twelve years since I flew from Manila, I wish when I picked up the bags I was aware of the permanence.
Dear Mom, Thank you for my blonde hair and for giving me life, but I guess I must thank Father for my pale green eyes and constant need to repeat myself. Thank you for loving me,
Dearest J, You were the third person I saw in this world You were my irritating other half You pushed me down So I pushed back I pushed better
    Long live my Father Who is the wisdom in life's eye Who upon his shoulders rest Who is never willing to die       Long live my Father Who upon a chariot was born
Dear Mom and Dad, Thank You. For all that you do.   I know I can be difficult, But thank you for your patience.  I am so eternally grateful to have you both.  
Heaven wafts through the house Smoked brisket, mac n' cheese, Mom's homemade cookies   Ava excitedly talks to me  About Achievement Hunter Those crazy guys are at it again  
Dear Past Self, I know what you’re expecting me to say. That it’s going to get easier and don’t give up. Or maybe That this is only the bottom of the mountain And you have much further to climb.
You tested my patience, my unofficial commitment, you tested my ability to actually love someone, or feel at all.  
Dear Older Woman in the Grocery Store, I am your cashier. I scan your cookies, your cakes, your medications; I make polite conversation, delicately choosing my words As you delicately chose and scribbled each item
Dear Mom,     I notice you.     I notice the wrinkles that grew on your face,     the back pain when you walk up the stairs,
Dear Father, I never meant to bother,  But I couldn't help but notice the piercing holler. I never meant to bother, But I couldn't help but notice you weren't acting proper. I never meant to bother,
Dear Grandma,  Two years have come and gone. It is difficult to believe it has been so long. It may feel as though you were just here, but it has been a couple of years.
Dear Grandpa, Doc said your lungs were black Probably from those sticks you put to your lips We warned you and so did the packages But you chose to ignore us
A life with you is a life worth livingEven at your worstyou still made me feel betterEvery moment with youis a moment worth reliving,For better or worseYou are the only love of my life.   
It has almost been six years since we last talked. Time sure does fly, I still remember the day mine and your life changed forever As if it happened yesterday You lost your ability to move.
Tedrick. Theodore. Tommy. The three names your mother and I  Narrowed down. See the world might not have known of your existence   But to your mother and I 
great uncle:I would like tothank you forTea. It is asimpleitem, yetcomplex in mymind,Tea.
To my ambition, To my dreams.   At first, you popped into my mind Like a grape from a vine, Whilst I watched Youtube videos of
Dear Mother,  Hello, I just wanted to say you aren't a mother.  I mean a mother couldnt do what you did to me could she?  You left me in the streets so you can get high. 
dear youth, if you’re lucky enough to know a great-grandmother sweet as mine sit, listen, and speak up-- declaring “large straight” from time to time.
Young girl, 13 You just know you’re playing your cards right Your parents don’t know That you snuck out last night Swore you were just protecting your friend
Dear Uncle Riki,   Only when it’s black as dark as the past can sometimes be Until the lead cracks and bark burns when we will finally see Words left behind that act as marks of your memory
Dear Grandma,   It’s been roughly a year and a half since you left, Mom was never the same. Uncle still sits in your room from time to time and tries to drink away the pain.
Dementia is stealing you, Worse is grandma’s view. You were so tall, Now we fear a fall. We feared the test, You were not at your best. Once our light, Now, not so bright. We lie, So not to cry. Many stay away, To our dismay.
Dear Evan, It's been 3 years and 4 months since the last time I saw you. Many things changed, I grew older, I changed as a person, I made new friends. I met Amazing people and I wish you have done the same
I am always in the passenger seat.   You can drive me wherever, But there is nothing I can do.   If I protest, I still can't drive. If I try to drive, I crash.  
There once was a lady who had three beautiful daughters And she loved each very much, she said. she raised them in a world of strife Communist China was a mess So she ran away to a safer place
I found you there – you were still warm, but we knew you were cold Sometimes I see you but I know you aren’t there Your hands smelled like smoke, but that was more permanent than you were
Dear mom and Dad, I am troubled by the thought of how much y’all work to support me. I try my best to support myself but in the end, you guys carry the weight. I’m scared I’ll disappoint Y'all
Dear Dad,I believe that, at my creation, God deemed you my father. How else could a man be so delicately crafted for my upbringing?
10/6/16  My Dearest Grandson,   I know that writing letters may be relics of the past, and sending emails online are more convenient and fast, but I couldn't help but write one since I have your new address,
At this point last year My family was a wreck (no pun intended). My brother had got hit By a car flying down the road
This little girl, staring you in the face. Why, she used to be yours. But this little girl, staring you dead in the face,
When I was a baby my momma built me a paper house. It wasn’t the strongest thing around, but she said,
Dear Christmas Decorations, Year after year, your gold-wrapped traditions engulf this small home.   On the window sill sit dainty figurines
We knew that our parents' divorce was coming Before they had my sister and I sit at the table I knew before they told us, heartbeats drumming I knew to prepare myself for the 'divorced child' label
On the outside looking in.. Hate to tell ya but you aren’t much of a friend!  A friend is someone you can depend on,  You’ll learn what you’ve lost once it’s gone.
Ever just want to write down how you feel, But the way you feel just doesn’t seem real.  How can one be so happy yet feel so bad,  It’s like my luck tends to be so awful I sometimes feel sad.
I can’t believe it’s almost been two years since I’ve seen your beautiful face.  We went through so much together over the years. We saw many hardships, and we cried many tears.
Hey there dad do you remember me? I’m your daughter, the one you raised but never come and see.  I remember when I was growing up you would’ve never left my side. 
Dear Father, You taught me how to turn my fear into anger at a young age Taught speaking caused more hurt in the end Maybe that’s why I was so quiet in school
My Daughter Dearest,   I hope your life has been different than mine Without worry, misfortune, or grief I hope love, joy, and you are entwined
Dear fluffy, brown, recliner You sit in the corner of the room I used to share with my sister But now she’s gone The room is quiet But there’s room for you I guess it was a sort of trade-off
Are you aware that the ground you step on is a golden path for me to followAnd every door you walk through is a diamond-encrusted gate.
1step 2 steps 3, 4, 5... i had to make sure that i was still alive something bothered my foot  it messed with my soul   it hurts more to see a monster cry i did it the thing that helped me survive
Hearing the news, I stopped cold, barely dared to breathe in your absence They shipped you off to be with your brothers, just eighteen, in the unknown land of Kandahar where you would learn to fight
My entire life, there is one thing that was drilled into my miserable brain. “Bottling emotions is wrong. But let me make something clear.
To the woman who has an eventful life- One of eleven kids, a crazy Roman Catholic family A woman who always had to fight Who can still play ball like no bodys business -the skill that was your ticket out (almost)
I had a sister She was a hero She saved my life  She is my jesus  She died just so I can live I never asked for this But she thought this will be the best of me
Another new place; Another new road. Another new school; Another new home.   Each move just the last.   Pack up your clothes; Pack up your shoes. Pack up your books;
2017 but still feels like I'm stuck in a day dream.  I try to be me and refrain from the pain and gluttony I see.  Truth comes but chooses to never talk to me.  So lies linger laying heavy holds on my hated heart. 
Houston, Texas is the sex trafficking capital of the United States. The average age of female victims that are first captured is  12-14 years old
Though I'm in great pain, you're supposed to be there for me... You birthed me, out of pain... you're supposed to be there for me It shouldn't be blamed on me as to why I can't be good like everybody else.
Constance—You don’t contradict your name.You are constant in your wavering waysYou wave like reeds in the dry summer air—If the winds reeked of tobacco, and the reeds werewithered and frail 
Were you too misinformed to see clearly,Of how they were destroying your own soul?You opened your mind to them so simply,As if there was not a blood-l
Late at night the door gradually creeks open wearily shedding undesirable light. The unknowingly mocking scratches on the lifeless cold floor.
Dear Grandpa Reuben, I know we never met And know that we never may But I want you to know this: You’ve always been an inspiration And a guiding light. Even if you were gone before I was born
Dear Grandfather I Never Met,   I look up at the photo of you and my mother that dangles on an aging white painted wall roughly six feet from a worn sandy brown carpet in the hallway of my home.  
Dear Daddy,   Do you remember that day out on Tiana Bay? I was four years old, Big brown eyes, twig legs, and abounding joy.   We went on the boat,
Sixteen years went by I'm waiting for you to come I read to myself every night I cried as nightfall came. We're standing eye to eye I'm not waiting for you I have no reason to cry
Your love for me was so powerful and everlasting, It’s so strong that even though you’re not here anymore, I still feel it lingering around in my soul,
In the warmth of the brilliant, early morning sun, comes a shadow only I can see marinating in its holy scent the delicate gradations in between. It is a virus, a pathogen particular to you, but, as well,
Dear Mr. Biological Father, As a young child, all I ever wanted was a real dad. All of the dads in the movies played ball and ran around in the yard with their kids.
To Missense I only write letters to family though estranged, that you still are, after all You’ve run in the blood
Wind Evening chill A shiver Food is that of the smallest mice would eat The dream Shelter Somewhere nice Impossible Times of us fading away Times when some could not move on
Hi, my name is Kai and I am gender-fluid. Well, that's not what my birth certificate says But it's who I am nowadays. I enjoy living in my own fantasies. A place in my mind where I can be anything.
Why don't they just shut up? They don't know a single thing. They have no clue they are my problem. I want to stay away from every single one of them. I don't care if they are "family"
These war-torn calloused hands of mine, scarred and bruised and filled with memories.   That scar on the soft spot of my palm?
A Letter to an Absent Father   Dear father- or rather to the man Who simply donated DNA. I'm not sure if I can call you "Dad" Anymore because a father is 
Here stands a boy who doesn't know who he'll become He stands a boy playing underneath the sun, Underneath the sun that shines warmth down on him
Dear parents, I want to exaplain myself the best way I can,  but most of the time I don't have a plan.  I want to succeed, you see,  when they tell me I can't.  Is it possible to defy the odds, 
Dear College,    I've heard a lot about you. People say you're great, a real relationship, so much better than high school. But I'm scared. Really scared. 
If you appeared daily in the majority of my life why does it feel as if I’ve lived ten without you? Drowning in the tears of each of the last three years  How absurd it seems to be writing you a letter
Dear Mom,  1. You dropped seeds of rosebush from your tongue and let me grow in the warm cave of your love. You were the light I grew towards.  
To My Mother: You have hurt me, You have raised me, You have loved me, You have frustrated me, You have taught me, My beloved mother, My caring mother, You love and you love,
I hope you know that within our hearts the ones you gave us through birth and nurture that even though we did not have fancy vacations or expensive materials that with your love
Mother,  Let me tell you about two children of my own. I've had them for awhile, and I'm surprised you haven't noticed.   I have devils in my pocket. Two little devils. They snag crumbs from my plate,
Dear Death You come in frightening ways You take people in lighting bolt way's It happen's so fast I am afraid you will take someone from me It could be anyone I am afraid of catching depression
Dear Sister, I would ask how you are But I can guess from your pattern It’ll be the same as always You’re never satisfied Even though opportunities are there. I’m graduating soon
Little one don't even try To rid yourself of sin Little one just live your life Sweet child of the nephilim Little one please keep in mind The way you treat your fellow kin Little one be fair and kind
Breathe in... Breathe out... Swallow the threatening tears down. They have no place here now. Breathe in... Breathe out... Inhale past the tightness and knots inside.
Too much to take, too much to give Too aware to die, too aware to live. Too white, too black, too inbetween. Too loud, too quiet, too asleep to dream. Too good, too bad, too broken to try.
Remembrance dark, a shadows faceA name, my name,“Jason Grey,”That name,A bitter tasteRolling off my tongueWho is he?I just don’t know
A nuisance, a loud crying baby, I can’t express how annoyed you made me, But I was young and I didn’t know, That you were a blessing in disguise before you had even grown, A shoulder to cry on,
As we grow old... We are supposed to listen to what we are told.    The wise & the bold,  Told us something that we should all take & hold.   
I remember when I heard the news. It was hard for me to follow. I remember when I went to see you, My mind was still and hollow.  
The day you entered my life I know we won’t have any strife Our family: Dad, child, wife But that is just a big fyffe   A lie just to give you hope Daddy don’t need to elope
Love is that one emotion that gets you through a rough day, Is knowing that no matter what may happen someone has your back.   Love is sweat covering your palms,
Dear Future Husband, I didn't know you were looking for something, easier to swallow But For years I watched my father walk over women
Because I love you Everytime I see your smile My heart melts straight into goo.   I’ll do my best to cheer you up when you are blue
Dad brings sweatshirts back from his business trips – souvenirs of places I’ve never been. When I move away for school,   I wear them like hugs, his fabric arms embracing me
We don’t get to choose our siblings, but if we could, I’d choose you. Why?  Because I love you.   I’ll always be by your side, And lend you my shoulder when you cry, because I love you.  
The memories that we make, I hold dear to me. They are stories, I like to believe That I will read when I ache for normality. They are tales of my home, A place that is filled with heart-warming smiles
  One heart beats fast. He knocks on the door, flowers in hand, knuckles clenched and white.  
because i love you -- we talk about the hurt: you wouldn't say I love you, because they didn't, and I acted like HIM we talk and find out: miscommunication, the intent was lacking where the action was the same
Even though we never have enough money, I tell you we do, all because I love you, Even though I despise going to my job, I work from 3 to the dead of night, all because I love you,
My parents are LOVE. They argue, they fuss and downright disagree with each other, often. LOVE is not seeing eye to eye. They like different movies but every once in awhile they find one together.
Blood shed of thousands just for millions. The torturous battle cry of machinery. The weeping calls of the beloved in one's ear. This is war.
Dear Father,   Thank you for being my fatherBecause fathers should provide They should hold your hand and want to danceAnd be present in your life
From that warm feeling in your chest to the "text me when you get home safe" to the person who brings out your best   Fom the "I'm so proud of you" to all the butterflies in your belly
Sometimes I can't fucking stand noise, Every smack of your lips, Every breath you take, All amplified in my head like 20 speakers stacked on top of each other,  
Speak Ugly empty silence in my chest You painful knot of bitterness Full of regret and accusation Speak Each part inside me that dies
How many lifes does it take for one to show unconditional love?  No one will really know the answer so take I don't take what I have now for granted.
Because I love you, I look you deep in the eyes I hold my head up high, When I'm standing by your side Because I love you, I laugh all the time, I can be myself And I never have to hide
I talk When you Don’t have the words, Because I love you.   I listen When you Have news to share, Because I love you.   I smile When you Lack the strength to,
Have you forgotten my worth and escaped from my elegance? Its seeming my china has lost all our relevance. Do I not shine like the bulbs illuminating your stove? I’m near, yet lonesome; I’m a deeply secluded cove.
I have made you a scarf,
My mom is a thousand ticking bombs Wrapped recklessly In coarse, Black, South pacific skin. Pervaded by the thick stench of marlboro reds,
They built me up, And knocked me down, Over And over And over And over. A cycle of trying to impress,
The first time i heard the words ´i love you´ was also the first time i saw my mother cry the way this person told me´i love you´ made it sound as if they were telling the truth
Your addiction to affliction is creating a friction, The constriction like a prescription to your mental condition. But there's a restriction to our level of submission
Bright Lights Dark Nights  Flash Flash Flash randoms everywhere paparazzi taking up my dear air
Listen, this is why I love you not because of money not because of favors not because I have to but because I am you I am a product of you, Mom you are my mother, my best friend
Every time we communicateThere is no positivityThere's things that you put downThat I think are greatConversations are dullThey drain meWhile the fill you upTear me downWhile they bring you upShatter my heartWhile they toughen yours upI can't take
Because I love you; She said to me. Because I loved her; She lied to me. Because She hates me; She hurt me. Because I love her; I cried. Because I love you; I lied. Because I loved her; I hide.
 A subject in a million stories  /The catalyst to a thousand wars /A man and a woman deep in love /But I don't call that love. /Love is not at first sight /Lust is /Love is not a shot through the heart /Desire is /Love is not on and off /Not hot a
I’m writing this poem about you Because I love you But everything you do for me Is because you love me   Thank you for being my friend Thank you for being there for me Thank you for being kind
You do not deserve to be mocked. You are worth more than that.   People do not get to take your success from you. You earned that.  
“Carpe Diem” is a phrase that I am introducing to you in the hope that you will remember what it means and why it matters.   I brought you into this world. I gave you a home, food, and guidance.
Our Love was like that of paper. In the beginning it was Weak and susceptible to tear. But as our bond grew stronger, Our paper folded, Still vulnerable but unbreakable. 
Because I love you,  we will have small arguments that we will learn from.  Because I love you,  you will not strike me,  you will stroke my cheek instead. Because I love you, 
  I ask you, what does it mean to Love? “That feeling that makes you smile whenever you see me?” Relationships and Love are Passion
The light in the dark that surrounds me To look at my flaws and love me anyways  My friends, my family, those forever beside me I love you because...
Love is the conjoining force that adorns the souls, Love is the pendulum swing of reciprocity. It is the balancing act of Harmony that follows an “ I do”. It is the laughter lunging from the mouths of best friends.
I no longer think that a relationship is good I no longer see marriage as my goal I no can no longer want love in my life  Thanks Dad. I thought you guys had a fantastic relationship 
I’ll never give up on you, So I’ll let you fall on your face. I’ll let you learn from your mistakes, Feel disgraced for your own sake.  
Love is a concept that is hard to describe Love is not depending on someone Love is not a parasitic relationship Love that is true is mutualism
No time, no time at all none to read meaningless words, none to spare for a wayward thought no seconds to give to listen not a moment to waste, but I've found that time has no value
Because I love you, I tell you goodnight every night.   Because I love you, I tell you silly jokes just to see you smile.   Because I love you, I share my art and my day with you.  
I’m the spontaneous COMBUSTION Of a happy But mad   Ugly but Pretty   Stubborn But cooperative
Because I love you I will always tell you so I never want you to forget You warm my heart and make me whole   Because I love you I will wake up with you when you’re sick
37.1 trillion cells 23 pairs of chromosomes 46 chromosomes total 4 stories   The pigment of my skin, a reminder of the humid city my family came from.
Spoken Communicated Listen   Comforted Focused Responded   Stopped Stopped Stopped  
You dare say 'I don't know what pain is', Yet, dear family, you've been fooled by yours truly.
Family isn’t confined to 6 lettersIt’s all encompassingPieced together with blood and timeAnd I findThat the one’s who want to stayWill.
Emotions. Pain. It hurts, it hurts. Make it stop. Please, make it stop. Family. Together. Happiness found with each other. Good.   Fighting. Why do we fight?
Three Simple Words Created Upon The Lords Have Such Meaning For Such a Robust Feeling   Mom Dad Sister Brother If It's Not One Thing It's Another Relationship With The Other
In this life, we are taught to feel as though we need to be filled to continue to flow. The words of our loved ones can  encourage our growth,  but what happens when that isn't necessarily so?  
here is what real love is   real love is taking action when not asked taking up for those who fall short speaking for those who can't real love is when my father cleans for my mother
Love is not just romance over and over, it's also a bond of friendship working together. No matter if the experience gets tough, we work to understand each other and grow closer.
Linda Hayden                                 Maple Leaf Marmalade colored trees blazed against the cold, whirling skies overhead. I picked up a maple leaf that showed itself
I will always love you, I will love you with an unconditional love. And because I so deeply love you, I will always try to give you the world.
When we are young, we tend to believe Everything that people tell us. We do not form a sense of understanding; We let people let us
L o v e was domestic violence L o v e was emotional abuse  L o v e was choosing him over me L o v e was staying because you've already invested in so much time  L o v e was miserable  L o v e was pain 
Before, I was in love with a boy He kissed me when he wanted And reminded me how beautiful I was “Because I love you,” he would tell me
Your eyes drew me in. Your personality made me stay. Last time I was hurt, But something about you was different.
I wish to paint your carcass black, Show you all the dark thoughts I've ever had. I wish to tear you limb from limb, Use my anger To show you the pain I'm in.  
My father's hands are popped and cracked like the canyons that he made his home. Traveling from the cities of Chicago to the empty deserts of Arizona His hands have seen it all.  
Because I love you, you do not need to be anything more Your quirks, routines, and pet peeves are all endearing
 “I” is selfish.
     I love you so much that I forgive every wrong thing you do. I don't question you anymore. You remind me you love me but your actions sometimes contradict your words. I love you that's why I don't stay mad at you. 
I am your princess, aren’t I? Isn’t that what you always say? So why do you put the bottle before me? Before your little princess?
I don’t take most insults personally They hold no weight Slip down my back Like rain drops Leaving me only momentarily damp And then I forget
Every time you look up at me towering over you, Your almond shaped eyes seem to grow larger on your tiny face. Like soulful puddles of warm chocolate, They sparkle with a sort of knowing innocence.
Every time you tag me in a post I want to rip out my eyes. You always take pictures which is great when those pictures aren't of me. You see, when I see a picture of myself
Dear Mom, We've been through alot together, When you and Dad broke up a was still a baby, All I know was my blanket and pacifier,
It starts with an inkling A whisper of a secret that turns into a shout in your brain As the voice learns how vocal chords work better together Even when they are all raw from restraining 
I'd be lying if I said there is nothing I'd ever want Can't hide this frustration, it's talent is to haunt Here are some things I will never ever get No matter how hard I try, life won't ever let
I asked my mama, Why must we go? She held my small hand and gave it a meek squeeze. "For however long the nights are still cold, and our empty stomachs continue falling asleep, we won't exist anymore.
Pray, and a message you’ll receive, Sitting unconvinced of eternal love and devotion, Abandoned in a confinement of grief, Weary of further exploration into this emotion;  
Because I'm not pretty I don't post pictures online  Because I'm not confident I don''t feel comfortable outside  Because I'm not straight I feel worthless inside  Because I'm not social no one hears my cries 
Growing up, my grandmother’s house was a second home to me. Greeted by the smell of lavender and sweet peas, she provided a safe haven
I feel like i'm being strangled Just like what you did to my sister I was five and on the staircase crying She was sixteen with your hands around her neck
And the battle begins... He strikes from every angle...He sneaks in through them doors of... lust and desire.And every time you're weak, angry hungry or tired...HE FIRES! Liar....
Mop the floors, Dust the shelves, Stay indoors, Keep to yourselves, We can yell, No throwing anything breakable,
I wish I could take you from your pain. I wish I could draw you a door So you could open it and leave, But paper doors are as thin as the notion. And we are two paper boats being set alight
My family is constantly asking, How many girls, And how many boys, I plan on having when I’m older and married.
Orange clouds Lazily rolling across summer skies Cousin’s laughter chases away The darkness of another year gone Reminds me that this isn’t the end of one age
I am not what I am meant to be I’m aware Yes, I know- A girl’s nails are meant To be colorful and sleek Not bitten down by anxiety and picked half to death
Thinking of a future child one that's non-biological. One that might have been   once loved by another mother. Maybe not. Maybe they'll never know her. Maybe they will have
I worry over your future And fear for your college life I wonder how you will make it without me Then, I remember you will make it If only because you are my
Days turn into months And months into years As I patiently wait for your return. Just thinking,  Where could you have gone? Gone like the wind. You left me here waiting, Just waiting.  
The clock shall always be the enemy, With his hands of weaponry, Time stamped in history, With actions of misery.   Tick tock goes the clock,
The clock shall always be the enemy, With his hands of weaponry, Time stamped in history, With actions of misery.   Tick tock goes the clock,
I had you when you were naive "You belong to me" that's all I ever said How could I not love you ? You are a beautiful soul just like your dad.
Father is angry brother is crazy. Mama is worried but sister is perky.   Arguing constantly everyone hates me. Or I don't seem to matter anyways.  
Time is ticking away and in the blink of an eye everything has changed. Those friends you once knew each on their own path so that when you meet it is "Hey long time no see."
Because I am a young adult I will reach out to you whenever you are in need. Because I am kind, I will give you endless mercy. Because I am a rose who grew from concrete, I will empathize with you.
Because I love you...   I'll support your decisions, Stand by you during your transitions,   Be on your side in the hardest times, Give you hugs even when midnight chimes,  
Even silence is ecstasyYour heartbeat in my ear, a steady drum.Monumental or minimal calamitiesUntil my breathing levels,your fingers comb my hair.  Your hand in mine, a rushed societal defianceBut you are unabashedly in love.Fierce pride in your
Dear Sapphire Angel   Our lives changed so quickly With that hateful, horrible disease. The cancer struck you hard and fast, Mom, why did you have to leave us?   You were gone, and we were left,
Days turn into months And months into years As I patiently wait for your return. Just thinking, Where could you have gone. Gone like the wind. You left me her waiting, Just waiting.  
Because I love you I will cry in your presence I will not think twice about giving you a hug I will thank you for everything you've done to change my life I will tell you that I love you I love you Dad
Yes, the love is nakedNaked enough that You can look through itTo the soul and body It is like a naked babyA baby, when it is bornEven if it is nakedIt is beautifulAnd as pure as a baby soul
A family that was never been together, Everything was so other favor,Anger, sadness and pain altogether,In the heart of a child whom never felt it before.
Growing older in a loving commune, My mother and father with me forever, Support is bound within a sister, Family tightens as loved ones fade, and enjoy each other throughout time,
I have to be better. I have brothers and sisters who are watching. I get tired and weary and depressed because I can't save everyone from hunger and poverty, But my head must hang high because people are watching me. No one sees the tears.
Nevertheless he divorced his companion The small branch wept and wept Oh he was in such blanch Small branch wished the broken pieces were not kept   On a stormy night lightning struck the small branch’s heart
Those we love don't go away They walk beside us each and  everyday. Unseen, unheard, but always near, So loved, so missed, so very dear.   Your life was a blessing Your memory a treasure,
Once upon a time...   There was a young couple with too many kids: Poor Isaac, Miss Sue, and sadly, young Sid. The three of them had never enough to eat. Momma didn't know what to do or who to meet.
Spot her across the room Smile, look away Allow a minute or two to pass Make sure she’s still there
love is patient, it is also kind it can be hopeful and sometimes scary, but it can also be evil it is selfless, maybe selfish love is an experience it can be everything you ever hoped it would be
I Cut You Out Of My Life, And the JOY routed in that LIBERATION is remarkable! I Cut You Out Of My Life, And the clarity that brings to me was previously unimaginable! I Cut You Out Of My Life,
You don't hear about the times I rejected my friends, In fact brothers, for time with my mother And family But you still question my loyalty, question my trust. How can you think all I see is dust?
My heart is weak my soul is deep with words I can't speak but would u listen understand or even believe so I prefer to show u in actions take a jorouny of my thoughts so when walls are broken then words are spoken .
Pale green stare Frizzy orange golden hair Outside looking in And still you love and care I'm sorry you're out there I wish she would have cared I'll take you with me And we can both live there
Pinnocchio was the first, Geppetto and Geppetta's Happy Accident No one talks about Geppetta that much anymore 'Cuz she doesn't come around that much anymore  She was a good Wife and a good Mom
When I was just a little child I began to see I had a special family Who is always there for me. A family that stands by you No matter what you've done; Who picks you up and dries your tears
I stood there frozen, looking down upon. Your eyes still closed, I looked towards your mom. This is ours? I asked. The doctor and nurse laughed. How could we create, an Angel, a Queen?
Mom I am scared. I’m scared because I feel alone. I’m scared because she made me.
The choker around my neck might as well symbolize a collar. Connected to a leash that holds be back. I stare out of windows and whine about wanting to see the outside world.
As suffocating as the sea. Like a billion waves crashing...down...down...down. Like a riptide pulling you in ever direction, yet going nowhere at all. Suspend in time within the ever silent Tide's. Breathing you in just to spit you back out.
Goodbye my Angels oh where did you go? Goodbye my Angels so little we know. Goodbye my Angels I sit and I stare. Goodbye my Angels Daddy's still here. Goodbye my Angels your departure so soon. Goodbye my Angels I wish somebody knew....
"Grounded, you can't go out!" I heard, he didn't have to shout. "You can't go to the prom!" I think, he should take that up with mom.   Dad slammed the door shut, off to work
Sleeping Beauty slept her life away. Dreaming of a day where she could just go away  Eternally.  Finally awoke after a long needed slumber.
firstly you were my best friend.  secondly you were my brother.  now we have grown apart, but friends we will always be. i can't wait to meet my new sister, her name is sarah.
Three rooms, Three people - Family: Mommy, daddy, me. We are as one Not enemies. But that's what they don't see. We sit behind closed doors Each in a different room.
My Strawberry Cheesecake with a Milkshake   The inexplicable display of perfection that occurs when you smile and
I am a wall. No matter how hard you try you can not break through this wall.   My emotions are cinder blocks
After all the noise. The sounds, the television The lights. The things I use to block out my mind. There is a calm. Here in this house, my parents house. For all intense and purposes a museum.
He Loves You By Zarinah Alarcon   When he Retweets your tweets on twitter Likes your pictures on instagram And reads your story on Snapchat
My family always there for me There only one call away. When I'm down and under stress, They only dress me up. When I win a lottery, They only cheer me on. When I'm frustrated, They only calm me down.
Little flower. Planted in the concrete, you tried to grow. It's not your fault. There are one hundred million people trying just like you. Crying, weeping, praying.. Please know you are more then they made you.
  “I don’t want to be a princess!”   No I don’t want to be one if it means I can’t be with her.  
I pause for a moment checking my pulse, just for kicks Drums set the pace that my heart readily follows   Momma tries to discuss the farmer’s market but relents
Past ( Reminiscing ) Yo this a story of my past I could reminisce on that My path was stack with million dollar on my back  
Immortality could be a curse and a living joke You couldn’t believe in the tales told by the old folks Since I was a kid, I dream about living an Immortal life Not just any immortal life, but a life to still see my wife 20 years from the other sid
I am cold with three blankets on There is frostbite gripping at my toes as I pull them in close The first reminds me of the time the power went out
It’s amazing how you have the ability to cut me down and bring me to my highest of highs, In a single sentence, you have this uncanny ability to remind me how small I am.  
Midnight, A cold night in November. 
His father died when he was 16 He never even told his father he loved him The thought haunted his mind  Every day of each of the years to come So he shut everyone out He kept up his walls
My house smells of bleach and burnt pancakes. The sound of my parents screaming at each other echoes through the off-white halls.   My brother skulks in the corner
I've taken many things for granted Being alive is one of them I'm an early 20s-year-old college student fighting signs of ADD, anxiety, and depression I've self-harmed, picked at my skin
Our Nation      Closing my eyesI ponder who I am when thinking back     To the Fourth of July.American flag in my tiny hand     While in the other liesA picture of my in uniform.     My mother showcases our sign That I helped made which says     “
The story begins long ago, A new world they called it, Ready for civilization. Like a diamond in the dark, Its heart began to pump the blood Of freedom.   Freedom from And freedom to,
when my family gets here I'm gonna call you back when my family gets here I will play with Elmo and watch frozen  play hide and seek and tag down the hallway sing songs and watch their eyes
1. Don't run with scissors because you will end up harming yourself. And I don't want you to become like me. Harming yourself more than others ever could.
I am from made up games with the neighborhood boys from polly pockets and popsicles I am from the backyards of suburban America
Mother America I am did feed thy milketh Her breasts were consumed with youth. A preliminary smile that inspired a nation yet to be conceived.
My America is red; Cherry lemonade by the side of a pool In the summer of my childhood Lips stained with sugary popsicles and fresh watermelon.   It is red like Coca Cola; The kind from glass bottles
every year for as long as i can remember my mom has tried to grow a rose bush. key word tried.
Pain is the feeling I get when I think of you, You’re gone and you left us behind. I can’t help but think about what you would be doing,
My head aloft, eyes cold  prepared to leave whatever damage I have to For a brief second, invincibility washes over and tinges everything gray I can transcend those who tether me to the earth
A teddy bear Soft and cute We all had one as a little kid Or even as an adult Nothing wrong with that And sometimes We had a big teddy bear with a slightly smaller teddy bear
If you were to ask me a year ago, where I thought I'd be. I would say "dead" or "gone" Never would I have  imagined myself here. In this very room, surrounded by  everyone who I hold dear.
A part of me feels guilty.  
I remember when my grandmother used to bathe me in her pink granite 90s bathtub She would pick me up a cup, laced with BPA, and fill it with lukewarm water Never too hot, for it might harm the child
I see my 9 year old sister with her face glued to a tablet. And I can't help but question technology. It has its perks. But is it worth it? I see couples staring at their phones instead of each other.
Please forgive me for what I have done, This weight on my chest weighs a ton. The life I have I fearfully regret, But what I've done I'll never forget.   My arms are scarred here and there,
Disscussion, Can't we just talk? Round table  no intimidation from whom I was Born, Blood shared, Bones grown, Umbilical Cord. Can't we just tal- Intimidation. Raised Voices
Can I try to escape from All my nightmares and demons Soon this era will be done The truth of time is too blunt To not cut like a sharp knife
 There's nothing else to get me through the day,Than smothering my lips over your cute face,So soft and innocent I just want another taste,Of moments with you that take your breath away;
I’ve been avoiding writing a poem about you
“We love you no matter what.”“I’ll never support gay marriage.”“We’re always so proud of you.”“That lifestyle is a crime against God.”“As long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters”... Contradiction.
You never listened You never cared I was missing Some heart repairs   You showed me the door  which I would walk through With my heart fully sore but it didn't matter to you  
Mommy, look at me, look what I can do.Say any word and I'll spell it, I'm smart just like you. I'm sorry I was bad. You hate me? Is that true?I promise I'll be better, Mommy, tell me what to do.
America the free But are we really free? Striving to contain a positive image Looking into the mirror Not many like what they see Remain a healthy mindset is what I strive to do
  America is free Free of equal rights that women have but still cant decide what happens to our bodies Freedom to vote  but get judged for who you did   Free to be the mixing pot
My baby-blue Buttoned up Jersey. Neck burnt with hard Work, in the sun my ball cap Has its most useful duty. The Rawlings glove is not Forgotten, like the tickets that were
Out of the mere solace there springs forth a silence cold hearts plunge in it's beautiful interludes A beacon of light for a hurting world in need sorted Lavender grace upon the Peyton Place
What we were then is not what we are now For changes were made, that were good and bad. What I don’t understand is exactly how
1997-2002:  [No memories]    late 2003, one hour south of Switzerland:   Dad smashed my Gameboy.  He told me the screen looked better as a sunset. I’m only seven, but
he’s a snake these days slithering around an anaconda he suffocates me   I wish you were here you’d stop him
evil eyes, skulls & crossbones tombs unknown fallen in swift desolation the mockery is torn
And there we were deteriorating. Where were you when we were degenerating. And here you lack some empathy. And our corrupt hearts are worsening, regressing.   Go ahead and mourn with other people.
The man next to me. Usually in a camo uniform. Or a blue jacket. He has tags around his neck. A shaven clean face. And the American flag painted on his shoulder. I look at him.
it's not a one time shopping event at your local seven eleven bible, glasses, pen & book take a deep breath another look we search for truth out of a garbage can
A New York Minute Within a solemn pew one can forgive their neighbor Shut the stereo down sound the alarm Vast illumination
Satan's Hell
A Paradox Through A Willow green, blue, white, grey & black working to hard today can give you a heart attack
Gothic Illumination
St. Theresa ( The Little Flower)
every one on their daily routine,  from the kids going to school,  to the trees making the earth green,  all of a sudden the stool beside me started shaking,  after a second or two i felt the earth quaking,  the noise made by the earthquake was li
through space and time we created a rhyme in solace one can relinquish a promise that was made in the dark A lone blade of grass   to confide in the human heart through the breeze we sense trees
There is a place where anger dwells far in the pit of hell Smile is contagious so pass yours on to frolic in the ambiance of a song gone are the days of modest touch in twentieth century world in a rush
Torn beneath the earth there is a frost there is heads in are streets that need to be taught Lines being formed sides being chosen   Light of illumination How you had fought so hard and fierce
Share a friendship that lasts forever I for one can attest to the love of a sister's bond Sisters may argue and fight Through all of that is a love that Exists for lifetimes. For a sister is a friend you
Ten was the first lie. “I’m not doing that crap, I’d never lie to you.”   Nine was the next fight. Slamming doors, throwing things, and hitting each other.  
tired soldiers  giving up?  it's not over  so keep your chin up  breath deeply; calm yourself  it's not always easy  make this one count  find peace; no matter how fleeting 
A personal piñata To bring to a breaking point As the piñata cracks Hands grab and the shell is left empty Grades Emotions Love It is snatched from the broken halves Hard work is pointless Piñata are replaceable  M.M
I hope I hope I hope That someday I will not be afraid No I hope That I will be afraid but able
I came out to you on a school day I gave you that final part of me And I can hear it in your voice as you spit out your words: "Disgusting." "Disgraceful." "Horrid." I'm a disappointment to the family,
Some where in this universe is an answer truly. A question we all diverge as a result of our undoing. But this life is a test that we barely shine to admit. The colors we display on a map of old cold hatred.
I can see the grass grow higher -Oh how must this life come easy To grow as the wind blows -If only it was as swift to rest in peace
  The old farm stood alone and still. A car made gravel fly. Elise braked and shut the door. “I’m wrecked, why even try?”  
I’m from sunlight shining, Birds singing in early afternoon. The fortress beneath sheltering pine trees, Narrow paths I’ve walked a thousand times.  
Growing up with my mom, hardly ever had a father figure.It was like I was the only one who ever saw the bigger picture.I grew up in New York with my mom in an apartment.My dad was a handy man who worked on anything from ceiling to floor carpet.I w
Life and death both in front of me In an instant I can see through sixty-nine years I can see your mother and your father So much joy they must have had the day that you entered the world
Change is old It's an eternal idea To imagine a year in the life Oh what growth to behold I'm becoming a wife To my true love I'm a student To reach my potential An employee
I hear her scream I hear her tiny footsteps in the hallow way  Her shallow breathing quickening my heart She is an empty shell of the person I knew Her soft skin that used to soothe me is abused by her confusion
  Shallow glimpses,An idyllic panorama.Fields of Elysium, here on earth -As far as the eye can strain.As wide as the voice can throw.   
Turn back the clock and head back to the very start.The very first page, when I still had no broken heart.When all was right in the world and I was still his little girl.When I was still naive and I still believed in me. Roads take us away, we pic
In a year A veil is lifted A wound is deepened, dragging We stitch pigs in science and
you’ve shouted at meyou’ve put me down when i needed you to be there for mei called you my group of friendsnow, you can’t stand the fact that i don’t like what you like
I stood upon the platform once of the public trains The day was dark and gloomy as if it were about to rain People rushed all around running this way and that
2016 was a piñata full of cheap candy. All around, everyone was chirping dale, dale, dale.   Drive-bys. Ya le diste uno. Crooked landlords. Ya le diste dos.
Three years, we are still together You change my world Bring happiness and joy that I can never forget O' Thorn, you are amazing I love you and the furry skin you have   
Click goes the shutter, Flash goes the light, She tells you, "Don't blink!" But you just might.
Where I'm From by Ryan G.   The ground is where I'm from, born out if the dust and dirt. I am from my family, and their laughter and love.
Cleanliness important since birth  Ingrained in his head since he was a kid  Friday morning palms overhead  Leaves are looking a little long Traces of dirt find their way to the ground   
I sift through stones in a wooden box alongside my sister. It’s sticky August, vacation. The “Indian Store” smells like incense and leather,
The changes I see were only meant to be. God has a plan, always told, but not a big fan. Young naïve, no understanding  of what I should do.  Reassured was I, that everything was fine.
We all begin as lumps of clay Shapeless Colorless Full of potential   I was a small lump But I knew what I could do I knew I had so much to offer And with that thought, I grew  
There's a ring in the air A whoosh of the wind breeze taking you away from your computer's' ting ting and a reminder bell in my brain clanking "finish me Serafina" finish before you fail
Someone asked me who I was a year ago I said a happy, nice girl. Someone asked me who I am today I said a depressed, distant girl. Someone asked me why that is
Hey, remember the days, Food displays and September birthdays, Serving paper noodles and meatball mâchés? Our creations were unparalleled, Unmatched, nonpareil.
If I died, I’d cry But if I didn’t, then I’d never be alive I think I’m sad sometimes But other times I think that I’m just lying I like to sing out loud about death And feeling bad, and never being their yet
  the weatherman always lies.     Friends were supposed to bring the sun but took it to another part of town
his brain leakeS Then could barely seek Although his child spoke Nothing but a cry for his life father Don’t leave Unless you’re forgetting me
A broken head and broken soul Struggling to make sense. The past two months took a tole I feel my body on defense. As I look to the ones close, They don't know how to help. My mom thinks she knows
I couldn’t tell you what I thought at the beginning of this year Every word people said were just words that… Bounced off my ear   I graduated high school with a 4.0 Easy for me, everyone expected me to
Words cut deep when their spoken at the right time, I just feel bad for the ones that don't come out in time, Like, I love you and appreciate all that you do,  But now life goes on and we all really miss you,
Never Did I expect my life to change I wish it was all dream and that nothing was true Reality came and it broke each of us Was my dad really diagnosed with Dementia? It couldn't be true! why him?
Never Did I expect my life to change I wish it was all dream and that nothing was true Reality came and it broke each of us Was my dad really diagnosed with Dementia? It couldn't be true! why him?
To the woman who loved me long before I was born, To the woman who held my heart long before it had formed, To the woman who was left sleepless from dusk until dawn, With weakness upon weakness for nine months long,
The impossible has happened and now I am impossibly numb. The bitter sting of an empty core, I wanted more. More warmth more sun, more love, hope. And I want more still.
Who was I back then? I was young I was stupid I was unaware I'm not who I was back then   Now I am aware of what all surrounds me Now I know who stands beside me
The new year calls for change The new year calls for better Physically, mentally, eternally Living a never-ending battle  365 unpredictable days gone
Change Measured in what? In seconds/minutes/months/years/who we are Versus who we were Versus how long it has been
To dream or not to dream; that is the question. Would it be best to live the life of a puppet, studying hard, following rules, doing everything based on a schedule,
In the last year I got married to the love of my life. In getting her, I received two. For a daughter came with my new wife. And soon we will be adding another girl too. A year ago, having three girls wasn't the plan.
This poem from beginning to end Is all of me, now and then.   My Past indescribable as it can be Was not so sad you see.
In memory of my mother who is still alive, I snapshot her face from the side, the front,the back of her head even, aiming at the shrieking grays edged out ofgreased up parts, though she swats
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    I can’t live without love And not have that one emotional hugthat u can’t let go of That would make things right
Mother you promised me With pinkies and wallahi’s and everything in between You promised we would be free   Every day I wake up wanting to flee With soundtracks of bombs and screams foreseen
A letter to mi abuela,   I love you. Even if you hate that I say it in English sometimes, it still carries the rich rivers of tamarindo & mango juice. Your favorite.
A toast to the New Year, the three of us here, The three muskateers, and together we are strong, Our bond is forever, our cause greater when we belong Brace, for winter is upon us, anticipate the loss,
Never know the pain,         of not know if tomorrow,               will come. Seeing death every day.  Drug overdoses to Cardiac Arrest
She grows up She's not the same as she was first born she grew bigger than I had imagined She's more taller and has a beautiful stance whenever she aligns her feet underneath the doorway of my room
A broken home A suburban school How can I fit in They treat us like fools The father split from mother One is not like the other They love me unconditionally
Best friends we spend hours upon hours listening talking laughing. You and me it'll always be. Always. Such a loose term. One day changed it all
Best friends we spend hours upon hours listening talking laughing. You and me it'll always be. Always. Such a loose term. One day changed it all
The words echoed in my head."Mommy has breast cancer."  Tears.Here and there they fell, yet always in secret.The helplessness consumed me.A picture of death branded into my mind.This lasted for weeksand weeksand weeks.Grades fell.I stopped eating.
Brother: Sister was i never enough? to keep you smiling  when things got tough? Mother:Father was i never enough? no not good enough. to feel you love
The countdown states 699 days.It has been 699 days since he died,since I recieved a phone call.
Family isn't just blood.Family is not the relativesThat he'd see from time to time.It is not the family that he hardly talked to.
Walking in the door, his little feet patter. He runs across the hallway, screaming your name. You stretch out your arms, and he jumps in. Baby oil, his mother's purfume, and a hint of lemon--
Love is such a broad term   Heart ache Heart break Heartburn   So many of the people in this world are filled with love,
          All I saw was loss At loss of words and feelings          But I am still here 
As the whole family gathers, In the living room square. A room west from the piano, But right next to the stairs. As the chilly wind blows, Against the window seal. It's the burning wood I smell,
2016 Leap year The year to finally achieve my goals BOOM Trapped in darkness Your safety net and rock just got diagnosed He has cancer You fall in a hole He will recover. CALL 911
there is a house on 8th street with low ceilings and kitchen cabinets painted lavender
5…4…3…2…1…The ball is down2015 is in the rearview mirrorWelcome 2016“New Year, New Me”The meaningless phraseThis time is differentThis time, it will be a new Me
Mom lights a candle A diya, a lamp I have to choose Red or blue   Voices of reason Larger, louder
The Christmas spirit is in the air What a joy it is for everyone Families gather around the tree And have so much fun So jovial and jubilant Of a delightful mood Everyone is in such a frivolous manner
Blood bonds make us strong But they also weaken us No matter how distant the song You can always hear the buzz   When joined together families can be destructive They can get in fights, and argue
So much has transpired in under 365 days.    My life seemed to change every 24 hours.    On the third month, I grew in age by 1 year.  
  Caught between one life and the next, the ground cracks beneath my feet, singing. Throw yourself, it croons, ageless volcanoes humming up through jagged earth. My heart breaks, tugging me forward,
My 2016 started off great He was home, even if it was late. Supposed to be back last July, But that was before they thought he would die. He's been in and out for the past three years,
What's that I hear The finals has came to a halt No more studying A rest for my utter taught A time for peace and thinking A break from it all A time for fun and cooking Be able to consider
You hang around the living room And lay around the bedroom. And you run through small, tiny, microscopic parts of my body,
8 years can fly by like a passing train, They can be full of happiness and sun, Or they can be full of depression and rain  Sometimes your thoughts can be overrun,
My mom once said true love comes in all types of ways If it is true love, it will last until the end of your days A father, a cousin, a lover, a friend, a sibling or even your own mother
I often find myself wondering, If there is something more out there, For me, For us, But then I remember, That we all die,
When I was little I loved pink Pink was the color of princesses and love Pink was the color I was supposed to love Pink was the color every girl should love Every girl should want princesses and love  
I am thankful all those people saying I am not good enough, even though I know I am at my best.  I am thankful my father who callled me worthless if I didn't join a program even though I was going for engineering. 
Tears in your eyes you ask me "Should I have left him the first time?"   The car is silent.    You found the pictures on his computer   You are scared silent.   
Criticized constantly by your dad Always comparing you to your brother, He tears you down and makes you sad
  It was in her younger years, When she saw her parents fears. Her sister would be gone, Then the police would appear.  
It isn't often that we sit down and think of the good, The bad is always so pertinent. It would be lovely, if everyone could, Sit down and and think of what's important. Im thankful for my family, and my friends.
Every Day I Wake, Their Smiles Keep My Heart From Ache, Even Though My Life Quakes.
Write what you know, they say. Write what you know. What do I know? I don't know how to trust (you can thank my dad for that) I don't know how to seperate dreams from reality
The pain started in his head, bouncing between his ears like a bullet richocheting through a tunnel. Soon enough the pain slithered down his throat and into his lungs, clinging and growing like a fungus.
I didn't used to feel this cold. I was the kind of kid that kept summer within them. I went barefoot through the snow, I wore shorts late into the fall. Never brought a coat. That was before I met you. 
September 19. A friendship began. October 31. An unbreakable clan. December 25. Gift exchanges and cheers February 14. A new atmosphere. March 18. Eyes on the prize. April 20. Not so wise.
We live in a world where we allow Facebook to run and control every situation we face.Even in our relationships we ran to Facebook to relay shit. When we in our feelings of course let's get on Facebook and see how we relate t
Four years ago was Mom's last Thanksgiving.Just one year later, she was no longer living.I wasn't as thankful for her as I should've been.Back in 2012, I didn't know that she'd never be celebra
In this house, we eat supper as a family, no elbows on the table, But remember, keep your emotions neutral, that way you won’t be called mentally unstable,
I remember the day like it was yestserday Asleep in deep dreams when my mom woke me To tell me what happen The day my whole life changed from under me In a 5th of a second my world came crashing down
NOTE: Before I continue, I want to infom my audience that my poem was written after seeing my father for the first time in 9 years...  
What would you change? A blind society blessed with vision through knowledge While screens worldwide buzz and ink splashes on paper Spreading gossiping, Hateful,
The Most Important Thing To Me- Thats Easy, Its Family- Always There For Me- Protecting Me From Insanity
But I always knew of the pain in my clan, Of the burden that sat on the shoulders of my blood. I learned to walk on thin ice Never felt she was mine to feel
gentleness does not come easy to me.tendernessnever sprung spontaneouslyinto my wildfire soul.  
  Shana Aubrey Harris born two days after ole Punxsutawney   i.e. the Doctor Phil - 
You are my sunshine, My grandmother’s voice is hushed by the foam of the waves. Her fingers delicately reposition a ringlet of hazelnut behind my ear.
All of them asking about you Give birth to the sun the day asked about you When the evening Reflected the light of the moon from your window asked about you The birds, which you left them with thirsty
don't try My Darling The fruits of my tree doesn't fall Hasn’t aftertaste Wind and rain stripped distance Deadline to my passion Distance is did not saturate Remain in my memory only the eyes your lips...
The family safe was opened With a key that I had found I saw a doll without a face I threw it on the ground
Family, family is strong. Family ties, nothing can last as long. Some might say family is in the way. But being alone is the price they pay. Love that will never go. Love that will always show.
Grandfather, If I can call you that, Would you have loved me as a child of your child? That is what I am.   You left my mother so many times, Wounded a part of her spirit she doesn’t like to show,
Dad singing praises to the King. Slightly off key. A sweet smell rises with the sun. Mom's cooking's done. A light, chirpy "Don't forget to pray!" See Sosa in my doorway.
Ty and Me.Instantly connected.No matter how scary life may have been,We stick through to the end.Just Ty and Me.
Thanksgiving Day   I slip in and out of dreams. I drift into darkness, lightness, and finally into the crisp glow of daylight.
The Way the seeds grow When seeds fall from a plant Does it gaze upon that plant As a ray of sunshine That will guide its way,
A product of immigrants chasing the American Dream Country full of racism and hate, it’s not all glamour and gleam Witnessed dad beating on mom, can still hear her cry and scream Mom was ready to move out with the kids
Its hard to write a short poemAbout things that make me happyI wrote a two page poem and thought"Its too long and too sappy."I had to be selective Like picking out a mateSo here are about ten things
A white blanket covers the soft ground,  Fire crackles its vibrant heat into the frigid air Stocking hang above, waiting to be filled Sweet smells wafts from the kitchen 
because i am who you look to when the world is crumbling around us see who made it, Your Big Brother   because i've promised everything, to everyone because all at once my heart starts to swim
Get up get up lets greet the day Gyrating and Vibrating the music gets to me Sound waves in my soul bringing back memories Looking forward to family gatherings
We loved one another, the flowers our mother planted in the yard, the feel of the sun touching our skin, the tight hugs our younger siblings gave, the familiar cries of the young ones, the way our youngest sister slept in our arms, the s
Whenever I am feeling down, I just sit and look around. I think about what I have seen, and what I have done. I am not worthy, I don´t deserve your mercy. I have fallen again, and again,
A close friend in heart and blood Who helps me clean the mud The mud of life, of tress When I am in a mess Through six years younger
Wasn’t it just night outside? I can feel the sun. Somehow I find myself again splayed on the couch SVU still muted on the screen.         Every morning starts like this, in blurred disarray
my family I blindly put one foot infront of the other for my brother we cover eachother my mother her lover is my father who pushes me further they nurture me like I am Ashton Kutcher    
Leotards and red licorice.
Family makes me complete In a world full of disgrace Their love can't be beat
Several souls around me -- some lost and some broken. Drowing in thin air. Their shirts drenched with the liquid courage that falls from their eyes. Moving through the motions, blindly stumbling through time.
Several souls around me -- some lost and some broken. Drowing in thin air. Their shirts drenched with the liquid courage that falls from their eyes. Moving through the motions, blindly stumbling through time.
If I am lost in a storm of doubts or a cloud of fear, call Lindsey. If I cannot find the will to go on, get Maggie. If I am in need of light or laughter, text Isabelle or Michelle.
We sit around the table While the fire dances in the air Silence filled the room like a swimming pool filled with water Eyes connecting Hands grip tightly on one another waiting for something to be spoken
The backyard cookouts, the family dinners and Sunday gametime with them keep me in a calm frame of mind All the times I felt like I was in the dark my kin-folk brought me back to light, the smiles on their faces have the power to strike my heart.W
I could tell you that the amber sunset Is enough for my eyes to pry themselves awake Every morning, Could tell you that the saccharine coos of birds stretching their wings
I rise not for the sole purpose of Having some place to be- which I do, But rather, because I want to.
Many things in this house are broken this family is not one of them. The stove door is off the hinge, the lights are dim, and we need propane. Mom is well though, and Sisters off flying planes.
Through the silence I hear the screams A picture of a perfect family lying in a broken frame A lifetime of happiness A lifetime of lies "If possible I never would have married him"
I can't make a decision, without my parents telling me I'm Wrong. I've almost lost my best friend over a boy. I'm Confused. Who am I anymore? I'm  Lost.
Rain - is the world's way of crying Snow - is the world's way of cleansing its life. Sun - is the world's way of showing happiness. Earthquakes -are the world's way of shouting.
I have a family. I have a home. You can try to break me down, but I'm never alone.   I have a family. I have a home.  I may not look it, but I can hold my own.  
Dear brother of mine, Don't look down. All in given time.   Some days you'll be fine, Others you'll feel bound, Dear brother of mine.   Like His blood turns into wine,
During the times I’m feeling blue I look around for things to do To keep myself occupied And dwell on the brighter side Of the aspects in life To get through my strife I listen to music and sing a song
i wonder what the others feelwhen drinking wine or grape's strange, i know--it tastes to melike comfort, love, identity--the fruit of the vine, warm chanukkah nights,
What motivates me to get out of bed Is really kind of cliché.   I do it for his darling face And his smiling brown eyes. Yes, it is for a boy.   But while for some girls the boy is a lover
Them Anthony Flores   I am the product of society. I will fill the shoes that they want me to. A fake smile for a job that I hate.  Wow, I'm ten minutes late.  Now,
You will wish to have called just once more To have heard their voice once more To have held their hand when it wasn’t cold To have hugged them tighter the last time you saw them
I yawn and stretch out on the couch Rubbing at my eyes, colours exploding in a burst
  ‘Today’ my mother says, triumphant, ‘we are bottling peaches’. When I ask why, my mother tells me that it is ‘our tradition’ As though I have bottled peaches before. I have never bottled peaches before.
It goes in one ear and out the other.  
They talk to me. The decapitated heads are sprinkled around my feet. Each with their jaw closed tight, waiting for the opportunity to speak.
I woke up in a squalid room. My head is aching and I can't remember anything from the night before. I'd taken too much oxycoden, because I tried to lessen the pain of my life that has gone to shit. 
If I were to complain, whine, or moan Would it make a difference? Would there be a point? Does matter if I say  My life may have been better Had things gone this way Or that way?
Taking in each deep breath in slowly without a miss, Letting my stress dance away in an espresso bliss. Forgetting all the negatives that turn skies melancholy, Watching as my sorrows melt in a mocha swirl's melody. 
In 2013, we heard she had cancer, Unfortunately, there was no answer. However, her life was so rich and so pure, we knew that we had to find her a cure. We started looking, "We have to find something,"
Family are blossoming flowers, so slow to floret and quick to decompose They are snug like the yellow sun and Impressing like the rows of colored green plants Familia
Brownies     "Brownies" was the topic, she gave to me that day. T’was difficult to ponder a poem to start that way
COOKIES   Cookies are my favorite stuff But making them can be really rough. You mix the flour, and make the dough; It takes an hour, which goes... so... slow.  
Heart heavy, shoulders drooped, I walk through the grey streets, on my way to you. I dragged my feet through the door, and you turn to me, arms as warm and ready as the cup of tea you made me, your love a kaleidoscope of color.  
I love my little home. But I don’t get paid for loving it. I take care of it everyday, how come no one visits me? Is this little house only for me?   I love my friends, all of them.
A Letter To My Unborn”
I open the door and you're there, you can always make me smile and lick the sadness away, you wag your tail and I know you care, you're a true friend and family that will stay, whenever I feel sick or down,
Gracious as the mother could feast her eyes upon something so preciousBut as the father was apathetic of the thought of fatherhood the vehement thought of engendering didn't precipitate a rush of bloodAnd before the daughter was conceived he disow
I have grown to hate my grandfather.  I have grown to hate my grandfather. I have grown to hate his smile. I have grown to hate his smile that used to greet me with such kindness and authority. 
Fresh oranges and a sunset to match  The gap between his teeth, only visible when he laughs and freckles the that speckle the tip of his nose. We call them sun kisses.  
  elbows Would you like to eat some elbows, in the summertime? The story’s told that pepper and salt makes them taste real fine.   They say to munch them on the left
To my 8 year old brother who calls me ugly. What is beautiful to you? Let me guess Girls with long hair As long as it passes their shoulders you don't careSkinny Caramel skin As soft as silk Face with makeup and all A girl with no flaws May I tell
The Greatest Trick   By Joshua Patterson, A.K.A. The Kronikler      
You look at the toy that sits on the shelf and it stares back All you want is that little bear and you tell your mom, "I'll pay you back!" She says "No" as she pulls you away She tells you "Maybe another day!"
His little fingers grip my fingers. Oh so small. His high pitched laughs that I hear from another room Comforts me like a warm blanket in the cool months.
It runs through his veins,He tries to produce it, but he's body does not allow it.He needs the transfusion and he takes the transfusion because he knows it is for his own good.I'm scared.I don't want him to know.
Different kinds of tired   All day at the beach sleepy My wet hands on your warm skin Salty hair knotting under sugary scented shampoo Bed sheet tides pulling and pushing against our stomachs
Disrespected Demeaned Talked down to Ignored Internal screaming every time you talk to me You ruined my life! Childhood Credit Happiness Love Human fucking decency
I wish there were a planet where we could just grow things. Who's we? It's you and me. Giving back to  creation in it's finest quality. Flowers growing  tall
I can speak I can stare I can try to comfort Try to imagine  I still have yet to comprahend  A choice that was made A choice I have thought of many times
I was the first, the first of 8 kids. I want to sell the rest off. So start sending in the bids. Of brothers, I have 4. Of sisters, only 3. But sometimes I think my mum regrets, 
6 torn cardboard walls hold distant memories- hah, more like serrated puzzle pieces with razor sharp edges, stabbing one another yet fitting perfectly - yet willingly accepting the nerve wrenching pain and sudden discoloration of their o
The day you entered my life/ I know we won't have any strife/ Our family: Dad, child, wife/ But taht is just a big fyffe// A lie just to give you hope/ Daddy don't need to elope/So please baby don't go mope/My chance of love is a slope// Baby do n
I am antique malls and dusty dishes  I am front porch pickers and moonshine sippers  I am light up sketchers and spongy pineapple dwellers I am young mistakes and a family disgrace I am dogwood trees and honey bees
Who is this girl?Who might she be?I know who she is.She's like a sister to me.  
I'm stuck. I'm stuck in the middle. In the middle of a fight I never wanted part of. A fight that shouldn't involve me, but it does.   I hear the yelling and threats and oral abuse.
Feet dangle inches above Tantalizingly taunting  They strive to graze the bicycle’s pedals, Just as my hands strive to emerge From the lemon yellow dress You handed down to me.
To whoever dates my baby sister I have been waiting for you My sister is a diamond among pebbles She's kind She’s smart
somehow you've changed everything, with this simple letter. You've brought me down from highs and cured me from my deepest lows. One day I will tell you my whole story and you will accept me into your arms,
My mother is made of stardust, Glimmering and ethereal In a way that no other human has ever been. She is as formless and free-willed As the sun across the water; Slave to none but herself
Mom was only twenty-eight when she moved in this house in 1977,And she lived here until she moved to Sneedville, Tennessee in 2011.Mom was beautiful at twenty-eight and she was still beautiful at sixty-four.
Love thy brother as he’s familywill never be one of my philosophiesyou are the worstthe hate I’ve writtenon the newly painted pink wallsof my bedroom where my pillow lays
I never thought this day will come, It never crossed my mind to say it. But at long last it did, and it was worth to remember. They always come and go, but you will stay forever,
Life was put into me and in an overtime instance, I was hooked. Not one soul could take away the love I had for you. Your smile. My smile. We internally matched. Were one. Whole.
It was wonderful to have a mother who was so great.If you hadn't died, today you would've turned sixty-eight.When you became ill and died, everything went sour.
I stagger through the gate and my daughter comes running, “Daddy! Daddy!” she screams running into my waiting arms. I lift her, I throw her up in the air, I see her flying, I want to break her fall,
There is no end to the circle I live in. I attempt to trace back my steps,  but my resistance is met by force. Around and around I go: Stuck within the rotation- my existence is characterized by one of two states:
That bright day bursting with promise, That bright morning beautified by golden sunrays, When my heart is light, When I walk with my head held high, To me, that’s a good day.  
I come home early like you said I should, But you stare at me like I intrude. This is my home too mother. So stop treating me like I am a bother.   Why do you forget that I am just a kid?
Erica and Carlos, a couple in love. The day they become the Morales, a moment of pure bliss. Vows are exchanged, the air occupied by doves. Rings that symbolize a love, care, and admiration, it all sealed with a kiss.
  A needle: a small, thin object with a sharp point that mends our open wounds.   Sewing needles are polished and used by seamstresses to keep our clothes stitched and tailored.
Yo te quiero, Abuelita! The smell of freshly baked tortillas Drifts through the small home Old and well-worn chairs are scattered Throughout the living room
I don't belong in my family, that is how I see it.  I don't belong in my family, I know that they don't see it.  The thing came in,  adopted at two.  I know he is family,  he is my family too. 
This man wants to be in my life, but I don't know him. Yes, the blood that is in him, is in me, but I don't know him. What’s your favorite cereal? What’s your favorite color? Where do you want to be in 5 years?
Fathers day was a few weeks ago but the reality is many famlies are missing fathers. So I wrote a poem about it.
what is a brother  a brother is somebody who cares about you Somebody who talks about you
I have an illness. I have an illness you cannot see. I have an illness you cannot see that is terminal. I forgive.   I forgive you when you warn me. I should have been more grateful.
He bangs the door in my face in protest. Why do I hurt them that I’m meant to protect? All I see in his eyes is detest. No love left to detect.
The best part of my day is dawn. I feel the least pain then; but then I hear footfalls, “Clung clung clung” down the hallway. My pain approaches; the commencement of terror.
The music is blazing. It makes my father smile. We listen to it every day As we drive another mile. My sister writes a stanza. It reminds me of my father.
I am not Autistic and Dyslexic. The doctor said, he said it was okay but my friends, my friends stayed away. Our mother, our mother stayed but has ever since faded, faded away.  
I have my mother’s smile and ears. When I am with my mother I am often told look like her. We laugh and talk and are about the same height. She looks like me, but older then I. I look like her, but taller than she.
I might forget the days we woud fuss, But I'll never forget the day you left us. A knot in my throat and tears in my eyes, Soon enough you flew away like a butterfly.
Jasey Rae My fingers have been scribbling the fine lead on my paper Back and forth back and forth In efforts to try and mold out the exact words from my brain
A is for air force. It’s Captain Briggs in the jet. The toughest and proudest man that you’ve ever met.   B is for ball, “why can’t you catch?” Dad grumbled as I shaped my small hands for the next.  
Tears stream down a stone cold face  A heart beats A heart wants Love, to not love Two conflicting states in a small body It hurts Hot flushed cheeks  A lump in my throat 
Mommy's eyes look sad, but she is laughing. Daddy's upstairs he is napping. We sit at dinner waiting alone. The next second is always unknown. Daddy wakes up and everything goes quiet.
You are a man. You are a man that with a woman created a family, but also destroyed it.   You are a father. You are a father who helped us learned to play sports, but cared more to be the "all-star" yourself.
                                   Walking Closely in Brotherhood                                               By: Alesiya Walker    Only God can create peaceful unity,
the raindrop that splatters   on the kitchen counter means   there is a leak in the roof again   my mother takes an extra shift at   night my father
It's nice to have people who stick by your side. Who care for you. Who love you. Who hug you. Who teach you. Told you stories and tuck you in at night. 
The intern reminds me to sanitize,so I stick my hand under the machine, and foamdrips out. Fingers meet palms, then part.The ethanol slaughters strains of bacteria,which will reclaim my hands in a few minutes more.
                                       Can I Sense What the Physical Eye Cannot Detect ?                                                       By: Alesiya Walker   When a heart pleads for love,              
The books my Grandpa read, The words my Grandma wrote, The things my Mother said, The voice my Father spoke.   A song without a melody, A gentle hand on tears, A rythmn like a symphony,
The books my Grandpa read, The words my Grandma wrote, The things my Mother said, The voice my Father spoke.   A song without a melody, A gentle hand on tears, A rythmn like a symphony,
Six years old and I’m standing at the edge   Of the counter, standing on a chair, my feet Raised to the tip toes, peering into the bowl In front of me, the wooden spoon in my hands
I am my father's son, Or I was anyway before I started tenth grade. The day I found out I just wanted run, None of my friends could understand how heavy everything weighed.  
Sitting by myself Daddy’s crying in the corner Mommy left us behind But I have to be a strong little soldier   Feeling abandoned not just by her But by the tears I try to hide
I know that there’s a clearing’s reprieve for weary travelers: ones with honey thoughts, those like geodes, us like patient coal.   I’ve never ever seen that lake but I hear
sad tasteless chicken white plastic dinners eating alone all off doing our own thing what happened ot the youth and happiness?   I guess we grew out of it the world is different
One step to the left and,      Already dead I pull-poked the wonderings out of my head. They slimed and they slithered Into the pool To recreate moments of frivolous drool That deemed little merit
This place is hollow Musty lamps ignite the room The only thing to fill up space  Is noise of eating  chewing on bread 
On the day my sibling chose the rope A woman came to the door  After dad cut him down  I listened to his chest There was no beat
Voices in the dark Madness, that defiant spark Words, Rhythm, Poetry, Rhyme Escape, Express The Truth is mine. My speech on paper, The world unkind, Speak out with thunder
In the dark you see light - I see the flames. That's not the Sun burning - This heat has no name.   The kitchen's on fire, so I run out the door. You stop in the middle
You won't get married to him. Not yet, at least. I probably won't either, but that's only because you're both cheaters. But for now, I'm glad I ruined your chance with him. By the way, you're a terrible cook
Thank you, Mother The greatest gift you have given me are my sisters and my brothers How many times have you lied to protect us? A day didn't pass by that when we didn't make a fuss
I've aged recently, I learned how to appreciate my family more and more, day by day. They help me with school, how to keep my life together, and teach me many necessary to unnecessary things.
Dear Dad,   I am not emotionally charged right now, so I figure it would be a good time to start this.
Anxiety is irrational Nana, but you can't understand can you? I cool my impatience like an ice cube on my tongue, remembering she's no longer young.
I hail from a tribe of giants. Men AND women each grand In size and heart and mind. Titans who built the world up  And gave it greatness.   I hail from a clan of giants. Four brothers-
Blood and tears pour from my tiny body. Bike behind me, I run into your comforting arms. I let you tend my wounds, both real and fake, Watching your calloused hands dance as you worked.  
A heart of love is pure and kind. It knows no evil ways. It's jealous not, nor proud in mind. It's patience never fails.   A heart of love will suffer long And bear all peircing pain.
Looking into his eyes, cold, empty full of lies. Who was this man standing before me in this disguise? I've seen that look one too many times. I wish I never was a disappointment. But this man gave up on me a long time ago.
Waking up the clock reads half past noon. Looking outside I feel a pang of gloom. I think of the day we got yelled at for not hearing our parents call us more than just a few times. We didn't know. We were too busy playing in the snow.
Sitting at a family brunch Trying to escape the grooling questions. How are you getting ready for the ACT? What were your scores for the PSAT?
From the first coherent sentence, there have been ink-stained hands leaving prints on select souls and few regrets using points and keys to paint the walls with the colors of joy and anguish  
They tell you to trust.
Just as that moment of bliss  Found first thing in the morning - Before reality breaks over the mind - Soothes closed eyes and Barely stirring spirits, So childhood comforts Bones that know not what
I really am trying. So very very hard. But the pain from the past makes life in the present feel so hard. The stressors of today, call back the ghosts of times past. And I really do not know how much longer I can last.
They’re fighting again, I think they’re going to kill each other. She’s screaming for them not to, She’s on the floor, but they won’t listen.   “Wounded pride is not conductive to apologies”
My identity is mixed and matched from the roles I play. I learn something new from each and every one About them and myself and The perception of the world from the stage. I'm not just a