Poetry Is a Mirror











{December 17, 2007}   My Poem

                                        

by Stephanie

  

My poem is like wild flowers,

Pretty and colorful, making you feel warm inside.

Poetry is like childbirth,

Sometimes it hurts while it’s being written.

 My poem is like love,

Always brings a smile to your face.

My poetry is like good sex,

It keeps you coming back for more.

My poems are like soda,

Sweet and carbonated.

Poetry is like arguing with your self,

It makes you face the truth.

Poems are like cutting an onion,

Making tears come to your eyes.

My poems are like rocks,

Once it hits you, it will leave a mark.

My poetry is like a late night thunderstorm,

Waking you from your sleep and making you shake in fear.

My poems are like good running shoes,

They keep you going with a smile.

Poems are like math,

It is sometimes hard to understand.

 My poetry is like a baby’s blankey,

Making you feel safe and protected.

My poetry is like a rainbow,

Beautiful and so colorful.

    

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{December 17, 2007}   Love

 by Daisy

Love me for who I am.

Love me like always.

Love me forever.

Without your love I’m

like a garden with no flowers.

Love me always.

Love me for what I am.

Don’t ever love me like a stranger.

I love you for what you are,

not for what you have.

I feel alone

I would love to have wings and fly away.

Away like a bird with no way back.

Fly away from your endless love.

The love that I’ve never had.

I feel alone.

Alone like a garden with no flowers.

I need your love.

I need you.

For me you’re a stranger.

A stranger I can’t have.

You’ve got that love.

That love that I need.

You, so far away.

So this love will never be.



{December 13, 2007}   My Poem Can…

by Jasmine J.

My poem can be anything.

It can be about my thoughts. My feelings, my energy, my success, and also my failures. 

My poem can be about family and friends.         

My poem can be about the best day of my life…                             Becoming a mom…

My poems can be about the weather, about materialistic things that don’t matter.          

But most of all my poems will be about me and everything that comes with me.                                                  



{December 12, 2007}   (Look)

By Sharika 

LOOK  AT ME

WHAT DO YOU SEE

IAM SAD BECAUSE THINGS WON’T GO HOW I WANT

THEM TO

SOME PEOPLE THEY LEARN QUICKLY BUT NOT ME

LOOK AT ME ONCE AGAIN

TRY TO SEE MY PAIN

I KEEP TRYING SO HARD BUT

STILL I FEEL LIKE I HAVE NO BRAIN

LOOK AT ME TELL ME WHAT DO YOU SEE

DAMN, I FEEL LIKE ABOUT ANYTIME

I WILL FALL ON MY FEET

LIFE’S SO HARD

HOW DO PEOPLE KEEP UP

I WONDER SOMETIMES IF I WON’T WAKE UP

LOOK AT   ME STARE REAL HARD

TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE

CAUSE SOMETIMES I START TO THINK

THIS IS ALL A DREAM  

LIKE A BUTTON IN MY MIND IS BROKE

THEN I ASK MYSELF CAN IT BE FIXED

IS THERE ANY WAY IT CAN BE REPAIRED

BUT RIGHT WHEN IAM ABOUT TO SAY I CAN DO IT

INSTEAD I JUST WANDER AWAY.



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