• March 29, 2017By China Tony

    This poem was inspired by the scent of my Eco Styler Argan Oil gel. The smell reminded me of the change I went through last summer. Here is a poem recounting what happened. Argan Oil  The smell of summertime, Skin glistening as the waves Wash over my sun baked melanin shell. Laughs of strangers Escaping

  • March 29, 2017By Rian Smith

    I wrote this poem about a five year on again, off again relationship I was in during middle and high school. In this relationship, I was either completely infatuated with him or I hated his guts and this poem demonstrates the feelings I went through and feeling I had towards him over those years. The

  • March 29, 2017By Caitlyn Roberts

    I wrote this poem when I was 14 and just beginning high school. It is about the first girl I ever loved. I was in a bad place at that point in my life and I turned to poetry as an outlet for the pain I was feeling. This was the result. "I love you,"

  • March 29, 2017By Martina Rexrode

    This poem was an assignment for my 10th grade English class. We were told to write a poem about struggles that we have overcome and how we attempt to keep hope alive. I chose to write mine on this past election, mainly from the perspective of a teenager. It talks about the feelings most of

  • March 25, 2017By Simra Mariam

    She is a woman of God and stature, weaving through the cobblestone streets with her brightly colored scarf prominent amongst the crowd. Grace and humility cling to her like a luxurious fragrance, turning heads in silent awe. Her eyes are a mystery, fierce and determined. She is a rose among thorns, a beauty to behold. She

  • March 25, 2017By Ayanna Cuevas

    March is most definitely the month of madness, especially for high school seniors like myself. I am a California girl and I applied to two of some of the top universities of the state. Like many, I was aware of the possibility of being denied admission and the anxiety of awaiting for a decision kept

  • March 22, 2017By Cody Dulis

    His nails are like glass Moving smoothly against skin Cut me slowly before class He says he loves me again Please forgive me He will caress my fragile bones Though my heart is made of stone But I can’t make it on my own His arms are now my home Please forgive me His body

  • March 21, 2017By Tayla J.H

    “That’s why they make children learn them in school. They don’t want them messing about with them on their own. I mean, just imagine if a sonnet went off accidentally. Boom.” – Sylvia, ‘Sylvia‘ (2003) “Well, anyone can write a poem, can’t they?” is a question I often hear when I say i’d like

  • March 19, 2017By Hannah John

    Growing up I was never aware that two boys or two girls could be in a relationship; it just wasn’t brought up. I was 13 when I first realised that this was a possiblity and I was 13 when i learned about the oppression people face for loving someone of the same gender. There is

  • March 12, 2017By Shivani Agrawal

      grab them by the patriarchy and rip their egos off hold them down strip them of their tokenism demolish their conceit taint it with your overdone eyeliner because you don’t get it right sometimes and they never get you right. crush their bigotry beneath your pumps boots sneakers like they tried to quieten you