You, Me, and Poetry Scholarship Slam - CLOSED

One day I will make you proud I will make all your dreams come true I will channel back into the younger me Who wasn't afraid of anyone or anything Even though I am still fearless I fear some things…

one day all your tears will turn into smiles and all the nights you cried your self to sleep will be the nights you laughed with your friends those nights you lied awake with no luck in sleeping will…

Not Prose. A story, with elements it requires no time out in the elements. The literary techniques used are hard to detect, they often leave one feeling dazed and confused. Poetry is a means of…

I ventured with a mission, In search of my identity; Yet, what I found Was the living definition Of community. The rich brown earth Matches the skin of its people. A place where Love has priceless…

I'm far from okay, But at the sight of a blank page, my fingers are flying across the keys. Turning tears into words, and finding a peace long forgotten, poetry. I'm in a wheelchair, most things…

With this pen I am warrior With this pen I slay dragons, demons and bigots alike I am warrior And with this pen I write. I am a poet: Defender against all evil, Writer of all wrongs With this pen I…

I am a tsunami. The water waxes and wanes at my will, Captivating and crucifying the shoreline. You are a wildfire. Endowed with incalculable miles, Extinguished by the hands of others.

A poet usually never speaks on why something or someone still lingers in their mind though they are no longer a part. Sometimes we don't even know, not that we don't want to share but we're just as…

Sirius My moon, my stars My sunset, my night sky In my eyes you shine brighter than Any new moon in the night time. My heart, my soul My spirit, my mind Would love to call you mine No matter the…

“Because I Love You” I met you walking home one day You smiled at me and walked me to my door I thought to myself, why me? You asked me nervously “Do you want to see a movie?” I smiled but still I…

love does not manipulate it does not try to win for love is sacrificial but does not always give in love is made to share among your family and your friends but none should abuse the sacred gift…

I miss you but how could I tell you that? I have tried and I know that the words I have said were simply “I miss you” But what I meant when I said them.. I don’t know how to say those things Or…

Abbey's eyes were champaign; Her tongue a wild mare When she galloped she kicked up words like dust under Ozymandias' feet; psalms of Lenore, of Michelangelo--of cabbages and kings, And of course,…

He was confused It didn’t make sense to him A perceived established reality Conformity of confused sexuality A deformity of needs Where the mind, body and soul feed. He didn’t understand how a…

Being a poet Is borrowing the sun Which blankets just half of Earth And sharing it's warmth with Someone in the dark. Being a poet Is exposing yourself And all your broken pieces To find parts from…

As that pink blush Creeps to your cheek, My knees go weak. Tears spring to my eyes When I see that smile Spread across your face. The fluffy lace Strung to your dress Makes you look even more Like a…

Poetry as a child, I wrote of my thoughts, And did not realize the destruction it wrought. I saw the world as black and white, With scarlet as its natural highlight. I wrote of the red, the pain and…

A natural, universal power came. Controlled by whispers and held back by mist, Cognitive function--needing relief--sometimes the smallest voices launch the louder ones back into oblivion. Warrior…

I spoke with painful memory that each word wasn’t clear to those around me. Each time the words went to sound they danced upon the waves as noise. I didn’t babble but inquired knowledge beyond my…

As I was going for a walk, I heard voices in my head. When they began to talk, they told me I was soon to be dead. Just when I gave the idea a dismiss, thinking it was plain dumb, I fell face first…

Once upon it was just our love How unfair, maybe it wasn't. Migth have been once real. But our love that was probably never real. Found something real that's out of touch. It's really out of touch.…

Anorexia The only love she ever knew Was the kind that left her body torn in two The kind that left tears in her eyes And stitches on her skin The only touch she allowed herself Was that of acerbic…

I want to make a distinction Between “human” and Homo sapiens “Human” is my choice Homo sapiens is my species And I want to make a distinction Between “animal” and “ Animalia ” “Animal” is not my…

Once upon a time, I believe it was a Thursday when you held the door For me, I had walked into school, with you coming in after me Flash forward and we'll be roaming these school halls together The…