Poetry corner

Poetry Corner

This page is meant for youth to express thier creativity through poetry. People can share their poems with others and can even remain annonymous.

Stranger

I stand alone, in a solitary light
i pull my collar tight against the chill of the air
i do not know my name or from whence i came
but i shall know it as soon as i get there
stranger to myself and the world
friend to none and rejected, hurt
my future bleaker, my past unknown
my present is a flower, waiting to blossom
carpe diem, its easy to say
but hard to do in the lonely lights
many pass, but none realize
that the someone they passed
will die tonight
not by her doing, not by fright
but killed by silence handed out by others
i sink to my knees in the solitary light
i feel it upon me, the quietness of night
as it suffocates me, killing the flower of today

-Joana Hastings Walsh

Cry
a mournful cry
is the lullaby of
an abandoned child
blood of brothers
is water to others
in the lonely wild
violence brings pain
which pours down like rain, life is insane
lie a moth to flame, im drawn to your pain
im alone in a crowd, my heart in shame
because of you i go insane
You'e the bane of my existance
the strain in my resistance
the reason for my persistance
i have no gain
i walk a lane of hate and shame
as all in turn
are turned insane

Joana Hastings
Copyright ©2007 Joana Faith Hastings

I MISS MY

I miss my friend

I miss my heart

I miss my honey

I miss my soul mate

I my only trust

I miss my only true love

-Olga Castillo

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When the Jester Cries
The Jester steps before the court,
Joking and laughing all in sport,
He plays the fool and the clown,
You'd never imagine that he'd frown.

The show ends, the Jester cries,
You look into his glassy eyes,
Seeing all the feelings he hides,
You both wonder when depression subsides.

Drowning in all of the tears,
He also drowns in all of his fears,
Shedding those tears to the last drop,
The Jester is ready to take it to the top.

The happiness and joy is back for now,
Ending his performance he'll take a bow,
After a while you'll begin to see,
When you look at the Jester, you look at me.

Michael Woodward

Onion Rings
I made onion rings tonight.
I tried real hard not to cy.
First I had to run it under water.
I knew just how strong they were.
Then I cut each into a small slice.
No need to think twice.
Those rings had to came apart.
I raced through with all my heart.
I made the batter.
And Mom and I chatter.
Dip onion rings in the goo.
This really isn't healthy for you.
Put them quick in the pan.
"Ouch!" I said as I burnt my hand!
When we took them out,.
There was another painful shout
Is this worth all the pain?
With all the batter and oil stains?
We take the first bite.
And we say, "Yeah, it might!"

-Renee J St.Germain
Copyright ©2007 Renee J St.Germain

Adventures Beyond A Submarine
What do I see?
I see the sun smiling at me.
The clouds are in the sky.
I'm low, but I see high.
The submarine takes me far,
So I don't know where we are.
I see the beauty outside,
While under the waters we hide.
It's appropriate for me to say,
I had an adventure today.

Renee J St.Germain
Copyright ©2007 Renee J St.Germain

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