Poetry Vol. 2

Good - bye by Romial C.

After Warsan Shire

People leave home only when people start to disappear

like when a magician makes Cards disappear.

The earth vibrate like a phone people yelling:

”He was the only one”.

Hearing your best friend

did not make it, leaving your things because everything is bad,

seeing a dark sky hoping you gonna see his true color tomorrow.

Using your tears to communicate with the sadness

left without saying goodbye, giving a hug hoping

someone gonna wake you up and said it’s OK it was a dream

but the truth is not what we always want to hear.

People leave home only when people start melting

like ice on the sun.

I live home with a dream,dream that I’m gonna be back.

Taking the plane like :” I hope I don’t get sick”. Seeing the hands waving,hands that you wanted to keep you warm forever.

Racism was like the topic that we couldn’t skip,

Insecurity was standing by the door

Famine was closing the window to liberty.

The walls electrify with lies.

People leave home only when people start finish

Every race in the last place.

Missing the melody of the drops

of rain on the roof.

The feeling to play soccer in the mud

we weren’t professional but we were having a good time.

When the teacher did not make it

and we have free time,

the pleasure

Surprise test…

C pa fot mw sim malad c ke mw pa gn remed pum geri tut injistis nu fem yo,

My home is chocolate. by Willeiris D. F.

After Jose Olivares and Safia Elhillo

Where is your home?

My home is a tattoo inside my brain

I see it always when I look at myself

in the mirror.

Where is your home?

Is inside my heart!

The beach will laugh when it see me

Again… I wanna be a billionaire

To buy the beach and take to my house.

Where is your home?

Was very difficult to say goodbye

And say hello also will be.

Where is your home?

My grandma changed her old house,

Now i’m scared to see the new one.

Change house after 30 years living in,

Is a cloud with cold water.

Is chocolate in cold water.

Chocolate in the dirt.

Where is your home?

Is screaming and dancing bachata

With my friends and family.

Cousins are all neighbors, cousin is

Your brother, and they all dance in chocolate

Thinking on me…

Where is your home?

My home is inside

The memories of everyone

Who was with me.

Leaving Home by Firas S.

after Warsan Shire

I left home cuz

It's a battle where you kill

everybody you see but

you might get killed as well.

One thing that I still remember

is my neighbors chasing me

trying to take the ball from

me while I was running barefoot.

I felt like that I took

half and left half of my soul behind

but both sides were bleeding.

I left with a airplane

above everything and the farther

I got from my country the

more blood I lost and the

closer I get to dying.

No one understand

you and you don't understand no one

so it's like leaving your

grave but without taking your soul.

I missed running Barefoot

I missed my grandmother food

I missed heaven where

everything is there for me whenever I want.

If my country can talk to me

it will tell me come and take the knife from

my back and feed my kids that are dying cuz of famine.

My country by Nahúm T.

after Warsan Shire

Everyone leave the country

when they have the opportunity

My country is like a sweet candy

everybody want to taste it

Until they do not have

any more teeth and want leave

When I was leaving my country

I experienced a lot of feeling

In a part sad and resentment

At my country but also

Happy and excited but i know

I was an ignorant because

I thought this country was the best

When you left your country

You feel like you left a part of you there

I was a small guy

with two big bags bigger than me

With my mom next to me

Filling all the papers to get in the airplanes

I went in the airplane

And in the middle of the flight

I start bleeding out

Like a waterfall

Falling into a river

I miss the wind

Like the fresh room

Of a rich guy

The beach with warm water

Like is coming from a movie

My country is screaming

Come back we miss the little guy

That someday left us

But they do not know

That this little kid

Left for ever even though

if he come back he

Never going to be

The same

The Last Chance by Jarlin P.

America the mere representation

of hope itself, were aspirations and

dedication peak at it highest point.

Meanwhile I was living In a country where

The streets ruled all over the poors. The

Street decide who stay and who’s leaving.

We were desperate looking for a second

chance without listening to what our

Circumstance said behind our backs.

My family importunity lead to us taking

the opportunity to come to the

land of opportunity….

But we had to face a bigger wall

That was always The closest but it always went

Unnoticed: Fear of change.

Fear like a Non-Newtonian liquid, hard to get rid off

if you force out but easier the sleepier.

We roll with the punches and keep looking forward

to our future and patch the holes

that fear had left.

We openly received the opportunity that lived gave us and

uncontrollably start planning the bright future that awaits

us in the land of opportunity.

The Republic of Yemen by Abdulwahab M.

Yemen is like a Broken Heart it keep pumping even if it hurt

Yemen is a fire that could destroy anything

Yemen is a Voice of the Gun in your ear saying get out here!

Yemen is a Silvery Star that we see in a Nighttime

Yemen is like a knife that injures even if it soft

Yemen is a hellfire that burn anything

Yemen is a warning voice that say keep away from me

Yemen is a pizza that favorite to many countries to ate for Dinner

Country by Loregny C.

When people leave the country it can be for a good cause, my country is like ocean with many Predators

When the predators come together there may be a hunt, when the police use their club to calm the crowd when people say and affirm that the politicians and police are corrupt and the crowd is carried away by the courage and the feeling that their government is stealing them that it’s not worth trying so hard.

I feel bad and sad because my mom was staying in my country and I had a feeling in my heart of emptiness that she would not be with me in this new stage to say goodbye to my mom was a rune of the weirdest and strangest feelings that we experienced

I learned from my country all that I am as I am, I was in my cabin in the airplane I felt thousands of emotions my mind that i would be somewhere totally different from everything I know

The different feelings of sadness and helpless hess because you leave the place that you think is your home the place that saw you grow and that during the adversities we were always there

I miss my country to my mom the after hoons that went to the movies every movie that I saw like a candy rind cheering me up the moment, feeling happy and calm

Nobody wants to leave their county, sometimes they go out of necessity or to look for better things new orizontes but I feel that that my country will always tell me to go back

MY HOME COUNTRY (P.R.) by Stephanie T.

after Warsan Shire

Everybody left their country for reason

Well this is my reason why I left home.

I left home because after the hurricane Maria

there was no light, water, and school.

I got a lot of memory leaving my home. One of them

Was I got very depressed and crying because I didn't want to go and

Leave my home. I was thinking in my friends, school, and my whole life

In there. The first thing that I saw leaving my country was my family.

I felt that I was leaving one piece of me there and

That very moment I wanted the earth swallow me.

When I left by plane I just wanted to get out of the plane and hug my family again. I saw all my family crying that broke my heart.

I miss everything from my country, the most thing that I miss

from my country is the food. The food taste like if you was in the sky

Full of cloud watching stars all over the space. My home says don’t go

Don't leave me here stay with a little longer or forever.

The world so wide. by Sidra N.

Opened my eyes in the world so wide

Where my emotions could not hide

Everyone saw my skin and face

But no one saw my inner side

Side where my emotions reside

Side where I said the truth and lied

Side where I thought I was bright

Side where my all my dreams died

But still I could not see the other end

That the side I am living in isn't the sky

Where I thought I would fly

Opened my eyes in the world so wide

Where my emotions could not hide

Description of Myself by Tanjiya M.

I am a girl who loves to chill with friends

I am a girl whose face is cute as a teddy bear

I am a girl whose hair is soft as cat fell

I am a girl who is like a barbie doll

Being in love with my self it's like getting unlimited freedom

I am a girl who’s eyes talk when she is silent

I am a girl who is sweets as honey

I am a girl who is sour as a lemon when she gets angry

I am a girl whose hair fly when it’s wind

I am a girl who proud of herself

My personality is my identity

“Being a woman” by Amalineda J.F.

Be a woman is to be powerful

Be a woman is to be wonderful

Being a woman is to be responsible

Is to be answerable

Is to be successful

Is to be helpful

Is to be strong

Is to be loud

Be a woman is to be protective

Is to be active

Be a woman is to be justify

Is to be explicable

Be a woman is to be strong

but sometimes be wrong

Is to be happy but sometimes sad

Is to be courageous but sometimes worry

Be a woman is to be powerful

but sometimes wondering

Be a woman is to be smart

but sometimes stupid

Is to be brave but sometimes weak

Is to be bold but sometimes imprudent

Is to be important

Is to be patience but sometimes very active

Is to be intelligence

Be interesting

Is to be brilliant

Is to be warm

Is to be welcoming

Is to be friendly

I don't think words could describe woman

but we are all woman and we are different maybe by skin color our culture our personality

but as woman we not.

Dream like a dream by Amalineda J. F.

When I hold a pencil in my hands,

A piece of paper above my sand.

I start touching my skin,

So I beg to feel the pain of the wind.

The wind blows away my skin,

That’s when I feel my pants are on my ring.

I start to fly with the music in my ear.

When I touch my nose, it completely disappears.

I start to fly around so I can feel the rain.

But I start freezing

And I remember I don’t have wings.

So I start singing,

When I touch my toes they are completely stolen.

When I touch my nails they are completely falling.

When I look around I feel the sound of the trees going.

I think about myself crying

I start asking,

Why are you leaving?

But I can see the blame of you showing

That’s when I remember I was blaming.

I start hearing the bird singing

That’s when I realize that life

Wasn’t leaving

And I start asking,

Are you coming back again?

But I realize you weren’t leaving

I was just going,

I was going,

So I close my eyes,

Let, the wind open.

I start shining,

I can see the golden,

I can touch my wishes.

I can even see the sun shining.

That’s when I start to believe in,

I start to believe in.

I open my arms so I can feel the love coming,

That’s when I feel the wind blowing.

I was going

I was trying

not to cry

But I was going.

I start shaking

I see your charming

So I stop regretting,

But I can still feel the pain of the flame harming.

And I start saying,

where am I going?

I feel like I was dreaming

When you hold my hands

I feel the sound of the shame coming,

And I try to promise that I will never leave again.

But I was shaking

You couldn’t feel my feeling

That’s when I remember you didn’t hear what I was saying.

So I start yelling,

But no one was showing.

And I start running,

But my feet were shaking.

I wanted to help them,

But I was wondering.

That’s when I heard a voice calling,

And I had that feeling that I was dreaming.

Then I open my eyes,

See you holding my hands,

That’s when I feel the love coming.

And I promise that I will never leave again.

When I hold a pencil in my hands,

A piece of paper above my sand.

I start touching my skin,

So I begin to feel the pain of the wind,

I promise that I will never leave again.

And I start dreaming like a dream,

I can feel your love floating,

I can see the hurt in your face hurting,

But you were smiling,

You were smiling.

And I start crying,

That’s when I feel the wind blowing,

The sound of the trees coming,

What about the birds who were flying.

And my heart beating,

I can feel your heart broken.

The sweetness of your hands on my skin.

I remember you were crawling,

Until you win.

And I start smiling,

Cuz of you winning.

And I start to believing that

I will never leave again,

That’s when I see the love coming.

And I start dreaming like a dream again.

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