Poetry

The Truth of August

He rode on a bicycle in the middle of August with a sunflower between his teeth.
He ran through a field and sang to the stars, and I swear, they heard him.
He looked like an angel, that is for certain.
He smelled like the aftermath of rain.
He decided to love me with all of his might.
He then said that it wasn’t a choice.
He was scared of the world, the one that I faced.
So he guarded me with his collection of books.
Kept me safe with his never ending stories.
Locked me away with his brilliant smile.

Darci Gold is a sixteen-year-old student of Haverford High. She has loved literature from a very young age, and frequents old bookstores to find hidden treasures. Darci loves writing poetry, short stories, as well as longer pieces to express herself and engage with others.

Us Overload

We’re comin’ through ur speaker

Runnin’ through ur town

We’re pourin’ through ur headphones

And ur eyes are turnin’ brown.

 

We’re pumping up the volume

And we can’t be stopped!

Ur brain is leakin’ out ur ears

Ur head’s about to pop.

Spongmay Khan is in the sixth grade and loves to write raps. He really wants to be a rapper when he grows up (or even right now)!

Hands Up, Don’t Shoot

      Hands up, don’t shoot

Stop the unnecessary violence

Plain innocent people getting shot

By the cops,

And I thought they were supposed to protect us.

Hands up, don’t shoot

May 16th, 2010

Azariah Collins attends Girard Academic Music Academy in South Philadelphia. She is in the fifth grade and is a dancer, actress, and published poet. She has been with Mighty Writers for four years.

Time

Time, time is the key

Time is something you can stop

Time is a part of our life

Time is what we waste or spend

Time is order

Time is like a force in a jar that can’t be held

Time is you

Time is something that your mind won’t understand

So what is time itself?

Caleb Bryant is a fifth grade student at Universal Institute Charter School in South Philly. This is his first year with Mighty Writers and he is a budding philosopher, poet and painter. He expects to play for the NBA after finishing college.

Winter Explored

As white as sugar

as cold as ice

slippery and sparkly

oh, isn’t it nice

 

Soft, small, silent flakes

falling like tiny feathers

woosh, wash big winds

causing outrageous weather

 

Drinking hot chocolate

Juwaireyah is 10 years old and is in the fifth grade at Universal Institute Charter School. Her favorite color is blue and her favorite subject is science. She wants to be either a doctor or a cosmetologist when she grows up. 

Golden

We shine like LED lights

Glimmering like sparkle dusted stars

Our smiles like pearls

But nothing is more golden than our hearts

Suaad is a young writer who mainly enjoys poetry and deep novels with lots of mystery, which are her inspiration for her stories and poems. She also loves to help others improve their writing by using her pieces as inspiration, hoping that one day they, too, will love writing.

My Rain

I'm your cloud and you're my rain

I keep you floating and you drive me insane

We're totally different, yet we're the same

I'm your cloud and you're my rain

You shower me with your input

I assure that you're on your feet

You make sure I'm never in pain and I do the same

I'm your cloud and you're my rain

One day we will share glory and fame

And I will give you credit even though sometimes you can be a pain

Suaad is a young writer who mainly enjoys poetry and deep novels with lots of mystery, which are her inspiration for her stories and poems. She also loves to help others improve their writing by using her pieces as inspiration, hoping that one day they, too, will love writing.

Savior

She’s in front of you on the swings at the carnival

And you’re behind her

she’s having the time of her life

(and you guess you are, too—

She’s gorgeous when she laughs like that)

she reaches back a hand to take yours

Emma Paolini is in 10th grade and lives in Medford, New Jersey with her three siblings and dog. She enjoys reading and writing as well as competing on her school’s mock trial team. Emma also loves seeing Broadway musicals and going to concerts.

Voices

The whispers seep through the heat vents from the metro station and flutter into my ear

In commanding voices they talk to me

Angry, mean, sad, comforting, scary

Racing through my mind, exploring every nook and cranny

As I yell and fight the voices,

the few stragglers left, mainly partiers and low-lifes, like myself,

Pryce Davies is in the ninth grade at Haverford High School. He enjoys playing soccer, competing in the competition band, reading, and spending time with his family.

The Art of Growing Up Without Realizing It

“Our bodies are made of stars” she read.

“Our bodies are littered in scars” she said.

There’s seven billion on one planet

and eight planets orbiting the sun.

So how can one thing so small

mean such a something to someone?

 

Day by day nothing is different but,

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