I would ride the trains of new yorkAt night tired,Walk the grey gloomy neighborhood Of Bushwick,Bright neon light of the...
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Origin of Home
I am from candles that make every corner of the apartment smell like cinnamon and photos of family members...
Where I’m from
I’m from space heaters and tiny teddy bears, and giant ones, too.I’m from a down-South spacious backyard with a...
Where I’m from

I am from Land O Lakes butter.I am from a small playground with backyard sprinklers.I’m from rice and hotdogs and...
My story

I am from the locket my mother gave me.From mirrors and white tulips and a guitar.I am from the...
where I’m from…

I’m from dove ice cream, from Nong shim ramenI am from snow in the backyard and the swing set...
A Journey Through

I am from alarm clocks blaring, chargers hanging and water spraying.I am from the garden and both sides of...
I Am From Brooklyn and Haiti
I am from two-sided sinks, from Roku Tv’s and domestic eventual, endless sickening, I am from the dirty playground with...
Where I’m From

I am from a religious rug from dolls everywhere in the house I am from the plaza from where...
Where I’m From

I am from TI-30XS Multiview Calculator, from Dixon Ticonderoga Pencils, and Tv-RemoteI am from the backyard, basketball courts, and...
I am from Ticonderoga Pencils, from Downy and Coat-Hangers I am From Battery Park, and the Blacktops in Central...
“Jane Eyre” and its influence on my own writing
The novel Jane Eyre, written by Charlotte Brontë, opens with the melancholy scene of a poor orphan girl, who...
“Mom I want to go to my room, Instead of sitting out here. Out here I can feel the...
My Bathroom
Children, I hope you have a place that’s peaceful like mine once wasMy bathroom, the only place where I...
With its luxurious Mountains, its oceans that’s 620 mi long.It’s voodoo king and Queen papa legba, Marie LaveauIt’s tasteful...
Darkness spreads as the sun is ready to sleep. Lights increase, crowds start to flee. The moonlight bounces off the empty...
Central Park, a park where a variety of birds can be found. A park where joggers jog around. The...
In Langston Hughes poems, “The collected poems of Langston Hughes” the author writes poems of his life and all...
Plot analysis of 12 angry men

Recently, I read 12 Angry Men , by Reginald Rose. I was amazed by this plan, due to the...
The Harlem Renaissance By: Veronica Chambers

(Since this story doesn’t revolve around one person, I thought I would create the protagonist as a whole. Basically...
I,Too, Poem
I, too, am a man I am the one they look down on They send me to conversion camp...
I, too wanna state a purpose. I am the bad guy. They send me to rethink things about me...
How many, How much, It all depends on Us

How many children will die in school shootings? Depends on if we try to stop them. How many teens...
I Stayed Strong

I celebrate who I am every second, Every minute, Of every day for the rest of my life. I...
Why, How, and When Is There Going To Be a Change?

Why are young lives being taken from us so fast? Because No one is listening to our voices Why...
When I was little I would go to the parkAt Anne Loftus Playground to play in the jungle gymI...
She knows she can’tBut if she has the chanceShe wants to stay To breathe in the unique scent of...
I remember

I remember when my parents, siblings, and I used to go on road trips. I remember how long it...
I am from dishesFrom Palmolive and blue spongesfrom blanket forts in my room(comfy, yet hard)I am from constant yelling...
Pina Colada

Tasty and smooth likesipping on a tropical islandIts cold surface like Chilling on a peninsula likeBeing at the beachThe...
ISO Adoff and Raccoon Violence

The Universe News FlashYouare an insignificant littlespeck whose life will only addup to a less than a millisecond insome...
I was broken And it hurtIt was my faultI am sorryI was happyI was angryI was unforgivableI am sorry When...
A Quick Match

in a game of clash royale yesterday,I summoned a minion horde to my opponents dismayand now I feel this...
Brother

You are forgetting how to sympathize because your egotistical mindset can get in the way of realizing that this...
hot and sticky like fresh taffy the air hangs down on meit pushes on me like an extra gravitational...
Crazy Rich Thunder

After watching Crazy Rich Asians and seeing the glorious Singapore a sudden urge bestowed upon me to go outside I took my...
once a raindrop fell on my tall navy rain boots and I watched the puddles form and I jumped...
a poem is a lot like the streets of new york city filled with different noises, languages, and smells...
What A Long Strange Trip It’s Been…

I CELEBRATE the trees, and dance beneath them. And what I have learned, they have taught me. For each...
Hate Not the Wind — A Poem In the Style of Walt Whitman’s “Song of Myself”

Hate Not the Wind — A Poem In the Style of Walt Whitman’s “Song of Myself” Noel Harrison ...
Where I’m From

I am from Nestle Crunch bars, from Airstream and Herman Miller. I am from the crystal-clear panels that let...
I.S.O Nikki Giovanni

summers are everlasting but i’ve learned to love the days spent in the sun with my mother soaking in...
DAZED AND CONFUSED WITHOUT MY MUSE AS THE DAYS GO BY I MISSED MY BEST FRIEND WHO EMBARKED ON...
I.S.O. Nikki Giovanni

winter poem yesterday while running to the bus a raindrop told me to put my hood on but i...
Spirit, flesh and feel dost thou lack. Thou act out thine orders without error, Thinking only in math and...
Cole Hetrick I.S.O Giovanni Alaskan River The river rushed between my legs while i looked around to see...
Wonder – ISO Giovanni

i was young when pink and white flowers grew on the dogwood tree in the front yard of the...
Song of Myself by: Paige Duren Rejoice today and everyday Rejoice in the fact that we are alive...
a poem for all seasons running through a field of flowers, basking in the sun at the...
First day of School By Quan Nguyen First day new school just trying not to lose....
I am from soccer ball, From Nike and Adidas. I am from the wet, green grass That smelled of...
ISO Giovanni

when the warm summer air turns to crisp fall wind the leaves start to descend from high upon the...
Song of Myself I celebrate myself, my heart and my soul, The rhythm of love and the dance...
ISO Giovanni

a harsh chaotic melody echoes through the storm drenched clouds and orchestral raindrops and i sit and smile and...
Song of Myself (In the Style of Walt Whitman)

In me there is a love greater than the sum of my being Greater than the universe himself And...
Bird, if you go outside and fly in the wind, You will toss and tumble straight to the ground,...
I came into this world deafeningly. I will exit it the same, And I will occupy it with nothing...
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