Poetry 2/6

Rules for Being Black in America

Be polite smile when they see you slouch a little, confidence frightens them. Don´t have objects in your pockets, like rectangles or...

There is a stranger in a crystal ball. It has sagging skin and wisps of hair. Its eyes are rotted By a broken dream. It's staring at an...

There was a square sponge boy named Bob who when sad would frequently sob. The tears would spurt out which led me to doubt. Was he really...

I woke to a layer of snow, A snow of which I didn't know! And it seemed so cruel that we still had school Superintendent, please say it's...

Mr. McGucket By Christopher Curran-Cardarelli Mr. McGucket was quite an odd fellow, who lived by his lonesome down in the meadow. What...

I stand outside On a cold January night Beneath the infinite void Of the Great Beyond. In an age Full of light When the light leaves the...

For all the boys and men who feel pressured to be someone they’re not. My old rosy sneakers hang in my closet untouched, still looking...

The petals will fall And the flames will burn them all To be born again #Haiku #CollinMcLean #LeanneNavarro #SummerAbusharkh

We all live short lives One day we will pass on, so For now, carpe diem #LourDrickValsote #Haiku #Poetry

One bright afternoon I lay on the cool grass And propped myself against a sakura tree In a field of many others I took pleasure in the...