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  • August 8, 2017By Hafso Farah

    I wrote this poem when I was dealing with depression. Writing down my feelings has helped me tremendously. The poem is describing depression in metaphors.   Life stifled the broken Agitation rose upon them They were pushed into the ocean But didn’t know how to swim Suffocation overtook their inhales And panic made its home

  • August 8, 2017By Dominique Durden

    This poem was inspired by my own personal struggles with religion and finding my own path, and growing through it all.   I. I only know God in the context of teacher. Answer question after question and doesn’t get mad when I ask the same one about the same thing over and over again. Take

  • August 7, 2017By Gabrielle Mendoza

    Five months ago, I went to my junior prom entitled “Avenoir.” That night, I felt content with my dress, my date and the dance; in fact, at two a.m., I was still reeling at the events that made my night and the events that — for the lack of a better word — ruined me the days

  • August 7, 2017By Marlow Saucier

    I wrote this poem a while ago for the best class I have ever been in. This was the poem that gave me the courage to write and the courage to share my writing with not only the people in the room but also everyone outside. I read this poem and the room went quiet.

  • August 7, 2017By Marlow Saucier

    I wrote this poem after reading “Milk and Honey” for the first time. This is how I hope to feel at least most of the time about myself, my femininity, my body, though it is always a struggle. This is a sample of the weaponization of femininity.   I was born a natural beauty With

  • August 6, 2017By Marlow Saucier

    I wrote this poem right before I fell asleep. My mind was wandering and my eyes were searching for something I didn’t know I needed. My wallpaper was peeling. Lines popped into place, a character was introduced, and this poem was born.    The wallpaper is peeling off my windows The paint chipping from the

  • August 6, 2017By Rory Popp

    This is a poem about being someone who the world built hard and unforgiving, and how that can exist alongside being compassionate and good. i was born with magic in my soul it flows with the blood in my veins, reaching every soft curve of my body, every hard corner it’s built in the foundation

  • August 6, 2017By Elisabeth Schmeissner

    This poem titled Addiction describes how when life takes on a dreary and monotone feeling, joy may seem like it is a drug rather than a real emotion. To see people with so much joy makes them seem very different. This poem describes joy from an addicts point of view.   I have a sin to confess

  • As I was on the bus the other day I saw glass shattered all over the sidewalk. Noticing the sunlight glistening against the many pieces I told my sister, “It’s kinda poetic that glass shines even prettier when it’s broken.” I then came home and wrote this poem about my own shattering and my own

  • August 5, 2017By Ricky Cruz

    Trigger warning: police I am a strong believer in that there is always more to be said and more to discover. I believe that there is always a connection behind something. Police are an institution pushed by racism. It is unacceptable to be able to put a badge on and be systematically through the judicial

  • August 5, 2017By Samantha Merzel

    This poem is dedicated to anyone who has been greatly impacted by a celebrity, whether they’re a singer, an actor, a sports player, a comedian.. Whether they have passed away or are still thriving today, this poem goes out to those fans.   I’ll love you forever Not for one minute Not for one month

  • August 4, 2017By Shadab Amir

    I’ve seen many women around me who had to give up their passion, their love just because society didn’t accept it. So when I was asked to write about what femininity means to me, all I could think about was these women who were forced to live a lie.   According to Google, and probably the

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