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The Lighthouse
Give me lights on my house, a glowing roof and sparkling windows. My sunglasses are so bright, like the sun. I see twinkling stars above the roof, candles all around, and when I walk out I see my...
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Oceanlight
A haunted lighthouse flicks on and off. Sailors get lost. The moon beams onto the middle of the ocean. Until a breezy wind floats by and no more light shines. Only sounds of waves float by And mystery...
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Hardly Myself
Today again I am hardly myself. Grass sprouts from my hair like antennae. Flowers become my eye lashes as bark covers my soul. My teeth are like acorns crunching on my concrete tongue. Rocks and...
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Ish Poem
In the dark-ish night, deep in the city, the sunset made blue-ish, orange reflections in the calm river. The boats were heading to the nearby dock. The tree in the field with the ruffled shadow became...
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Land of the Lone Star
Leaving land of lone star of heat, humidity, and horses on a huge white bird over open ocean in night’s ebony embrace Out of the ominous an amazing archipelago the pearl of perfection the majesty of...
View ArticleFarewell, Poetry Month 2011
Thank you for participating in A Poem A Day with Writers in the Schools (WITS). We hope that you have enjoyed reading these poems by WITS students during April, National Poetry Month. If you enjoyed...
View ArticleA Poet
When a poet stares at time, everything stops. When a poet loves, he freezes, and his heart bursts open like an over-ripe banana. When a poet thinks, he is so happy he will melt of happiness. When a...
View ArticleTo Live Without
To live without air, to live without water, I would love to love you, but a little less. To live without you is like A fish that lives without water. Give me your attention: A bird that flies without...
View ArticleLife in the Hood
Where I’m from people be wearing red and rockin’ Jordans. You hear police sirens down the street. Graffiti everywhere you look. Where I live it’s called Denver Harbor. It smells like smoke when I...
View ArticleMy River
My river begins with hunger. My mother calls me in my mind. As I hear her, hear her, as she sees me, I feel that I can touch her and smell the perfume of her body. She is a daily memory as if she...
View ArticleThe Birth of a Superhero: The Super Reader
The day I was born, the best super hero book was published. My family crowded around that book in the library, and then I appeared. They looked at me and assumed I was a robot toy, but no. I was a boy...
View ArticleYellow
Yellow is a sun lighting the day. Yellow is a banana in my stomach. Yellow is my mother forever cleaning in the kitchen. Yellow is cold as gold. It is a rock a child paints. A yellow blanket wrapping a...
View ArticleThe Night
Owls are hooting The stars look pale yellow like they are invisible When everyone is asleep thousands of animals hunt In the north sky the moon is bright white There’s a sweet smell coming from the...
View ArticleWe the Children of the World
We, the children of the world, want freedom to explore nature. We, the children of the world, want to know more about space and why Pluto is so small. We want honesty so people can have a better...
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