Poetry

Lost Half

(Camila Nahuatlato Meza)

We built our days from shared glances and midnight talks, stringing moments together like lights on a wire.

Then you were gone.

No goodbye, no reason

just air where you used to be.

I keep replaying the last laugh we had,

searching for the crack in it, the clue I missed.

But all I have now

is the hum of an empty line, and the echo of a friend I can't call mine.

unknown seen

(Camila Nahuatlato Meza)

we crossed hallways

like we didn't know each other but we did

I'm in your past and you're in mine

now strangers that we are

now we carry memories only we know

laughs, smiles, hugs and looks only we know

like it was only us living

CHILD OF NIGHT

(Janieliz Vazquez)

Born from the velvet shadows, the Child of Night moves quietly through the world, finding a beautiful, quiet magic in the darkness when the sun fades.

The silver stars begin to gleam,

A quiet spark within the dream.

No rushing sun, no blinding light

Awake and breathing in the night.

She walks a path where silence weaves,

Through cooling winds and rustling leaves.

The midnight moon, her steady guide,

Where all the secret wonders hide.

And when the world is fast asleep,

She finds the peace that shadows keep.

Unbound and free, without a care,

The Child of Night has magic there.

There’s no doubt about it.

The child of night is searching.

Searching for someone who also lives in the shadows.

The child of night is out looking for love.

Love that can break her free.

So the child of night

Can become the child of day.

Where she will no longer need to hide.

The child of night will be at peace.

The child of night can have a happily ever after.

The child of night reminds us that there

Is always light in the darkness.

Stars

(Jevon Bray)

You can’t see any of the stars anymore

Constellations and patterns

Beautiful inhuman art sprawling forever and ever

All lost to progress

Unflattering, sputtering lights dart in the sky

Man-made objects made to take away wonder and curiosity

Stolen the stars, never to return them

The moon offers a dull grey

Something to satiate your primal need

It turns, twists, wanes and waxes

Just for you

But it won’t ever be enough

Not for us

Pink and blue, yellow and orange

All colors that dotted the sky

Lost to green and red indicators

Lost to neon signs, LED lights

You won’t ever get it back

Not the names passed down by your ancestors

Not the navigation, nor the stories

Only Apaches and Towers remain

How do you make stars?

Paint? Gas? Electricity? Software?

The Thread of Life

(Ann Karwowski)

Life is like a web.

As we get older our web becomes larger.

Our decisions and contacts create our designs of life.

The very thread of life that lies within us.

Sometimes our threads are cut short because of our

actions, others’ actions or maybe because it is destiny.

Desire Is the Best Present

(Mariza Perez)

Once celebrated

On this very special day

Will only remain a memory

Where’s mom?

I say as I lay,

Unaware and alone

They care, they say

As I watch no one shows

Expectations following disappointment

It is all I’ll ever get

Desire is the best present of all.

Haunting in Connecticut

(Morgan Rossignol)

ghosts living rent-free

slasher scene conveyor belt

of doubts and daydreams

Love Without Hate

(Camila Nahuatlato Meza)

Love is there

Love is always there

In the messages we don't send,

In the thoughts we keep to ourselves,

In the moment we remember for no

Reason.

It hides in everyday things

In kindness, in care

And somehow it's always there. . .

Another Life

(Dakota DiNuzzo)

In Another life,

God does crazy things sometimes and I think this is one of them.

Maybe it is His way of showing that it was love and not something fake.

Maybe it is showing that a heart is missing it's favorite person but can't have them anymore.

I don't know why and it sucks to not know why.

But, what I know is that love can always still be there for that one person.

But, maybe not for the other person.

But,

In another life,

Maybe it was you and me,

Maybe,

Maybe, there we loved each other, right?

Maybe, in that life we did all the things we said we would,

You were My friend, My love, And now, now you are My stranger.

Maybe, just maybe in that life we don't have to be scared of our love for one another.

No, not like how we were in this life.

So,

To the stranger I had loved, I wish you the best in great and worst times.

My Beautiful Poem

(Charles Smith)

On a walk, I had a talk,

But then I heard a chime.

I looked right, and in my sight,

I saw a yam, sublime.

It was so big, it was so bright,

I squeaked and leaped in sudden fright.

The chime ran off, and so did I,

Until I heard a shout.

I reached a halt and turned around

There was Thaddeus, standing near,

The giant yam was finally clear.

I looked at him and said,

“What's up, TJ?”

But then my nose went the other way.

My face was pointed at the asphalt,

'Cause that man’s breath was literal assault.

Brother

(Angel Concepcion)

Man to man

Woman to woman

Brother to another.

He looks up to me as I do the worst and continue to disappoint all that gaze at me.

I feel bad,

Not for my actions, but for the boy growing up to think that it's okay.

Is it too late to show him right from wrong?

I hope not.

I hope to become a better and righteous man to give my brother the perfect image to look up at.

The battles I face can be hard and punishing.

Nothing as bad as knowing that the person who loves and cherishes me most is struggling as well.

Morals off-centered

Emotions scattered

His mind set elsewhere

And of course his ability to express himself

gone.

Gone like the brother out in the streets doing anything but building his relationship with his

Brother.

A man full of sin is a man with the option of redemption, whether it's too late or not, I'll try

Not for me but for the person

I look up to now, my brother

And soon he will become better than

Me.

Taller, stronger, smarter, faster, bigger,

OLDER

Old enough to understand he suffers in silence and I can only ask with the hopes of a real HONEST answer.

"Yea, I'm fine"

he will say

Liar you are.

Lies upon lies

Not to hurt one another

but to protect his older brother.

I am the older

Brother.

Our America Is Not Their America

(Anonymous)

America is the melting pot.

Different races, different cultures, different people.

But that also comes with different opportunities, different judgments, different assumptions, different lives.

Different Americas.

Our America is racism, police brutality, division in our communities.

Riots and protests, but never having any real unity.

Our culture is the blueprint everyone around us wants to steal

After they made us ashamed for expressing how we feel.

They love our rhythm, but can't endure our pain.

They profit from our struggles and mock our names.

We built the nation while they tried to erase our part.

And rewrite the true history we hold in our hearts.

Our America is mothers praying their sons make it home.

Sirens echoing while their whereabouts are unknown.

Dreams constantly shattered from gun violence,

Loud screams breaking the eerie silence.

Their America was built for their generations to thrive

While we struggle every day just to survive.

Why do we let them make us feel worthless,

Knowing that this America was not made for us.

Perfectly Imperfect

(Carmen Donnes)

Today America is home to people all over the world.

You can walk down city streets and hear different languages, smell foods from many cultures and see different peoples' beliefs and traditions.

Sometimes we disagree and sometimes it's hard, but that's what makes us all strong!

To me the story of America is really the story of its people.

Different stories and different dreams.

None of it is perfect.

It never is, but it's where people work hard for what they want.

Even when life gets hard, the people that get up every day.

And make something out of nothing.

The late nights, loud music, sound of laughter, and feeling of hope even when things go wrong.

That's what America means to me.

A place that's not perfect but full of heart.

A place where everyone's story matters.

A place that still gives hope.

Behind America's Mask

(Jamayra Rivera)

My America isn't as okay as you may think.

It’s not smiling faces or fireworks.

My America is way messer and just...complicated.

It's a place where my happiness turns to anger in seconds.

I know myself and know I'm still learning how do belong.

I grew up thinking America was gonna be a lot easier than it is.

I thought if you work hard enough for what you do, you could possibly get somewhere

But once I got older, I started to see the real America and all the trials and tribulations that come with it.

Gambino’s song showed me my real truth because sometimes my happiness and anger can exist in the same time period.

You never know how someone is really feeling.

My America is blasting loud music, kids my age being dumb, and getting into trouble.

My world is full of joy and fear.

I choose to tell this story because I know there is change for people in life no matter now hard that is.

Over the Line

(Anonymous)

I’m here again.

In this place between bliss and bitterness.

Sometimes I don’t know how to feel.

Other times I go back to the comfort bitterness brings me in hating the whole world.

Sometimes I don’t choose at all until the bitterness consumes my heart and my affection is as natural as a flower that requires no sun.

—But as I sit in the same place between either side—

I see something different.

Hope?

A smile?

What have I been waiting for all along?

This time.

This time something is different.

I step over the line and feel something I never thought I could.

Bliss.

Pure bliss.

Winter Soul

(Mathew Crowley)

Hair is white like winter snow.

Feeling cold as wind does blow.

Walking down elm filled streets.

Nowhere to go, no one to meet,

Don’t know where I’ll sleep tonight,

But it’s all right,

It’s all right with me.

Seeing through the looking glass.

This winter soul has come to pass.

Not asking for a grifter’s price.

A bit of anything, something nice.

What will I do, well I just might.

But it’s all right,

It’s all right with me.

7 Word Memoir Poems

A king from CT trying to win.

(Latrell Alford)

A boy who yearns for more knowledge.

(Mekhi Avery)

ENJOY A LIFE THAT YOU WANNA LIVE!

(Anthony Galvan)

Compassionate, understanding, beautiful, intelligent, indecisive, whimsical, young-Mexican.

(Abril Herrera)

As bright as a star, yet only an eclipse.

(Ezequiel Negron)

The weight of expectation mined this diamond.

(Morgan Rossignol)

American, curious, caring, adventurous, independent, funny, cautious.

(Janadsia Pue)

Questioning everything, I discovered who I am.

(Joseph Alex Sigcha-Castro)

My slur using mother said be nicer.

(Anonymous)

Young heart old soul with big dreams.

(Mikayla Rountree)

Curious about the world and those around.

(Qrisdiona Johnson)

With the lord all things are possible.

(Aaniah Barrett)

Incessantly grieving the love we'll never share.

(Anonymous)

Black, optimistic, proud, nonconforming, eager to learn.

(Bryce Bennett)

Some days it's easier to fake it.

(Aniyah Suggs)

Upon setting sun, I'll hold you close.

(Anonymous)

At once, everything became clear to her.

(Yarieliz Morales)

Fuck you for thinking you'd extinguish me.

(Anonymous)

One kid, many roads to go down.

(Anthony Staffa)

Te amo, pero no me gustas tú.

(Anonymous)

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