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The past is a strange thing,
The looks and feels that make you ring.
Some memories are forgotten, some blurred
Some are sacred, and can almost be heard!
Sharp and contrast or dim and weak,
Strength comes in many forms.
Resilience;
Getting swept away with the current
Trusting that smooth sailing is ahead.
Leadership;
Knowing when to step up
Naive
Trusting
Ignorant
Pretending that the voice attacking me
Was only the soft utters of a friend
Child to Teen
By: Joshua D. Sanders
From Child to Teen
And everything in between
Lay the lessons that he learned
When I was younger
I was afraid of growing up
I didn’t like the thought of
Getting wrinkles,
Sunspots,
Grey Hair;
What is real?
He stood trembling like a reed in the wind
It felt so real, too real, was it real?
It felt real
It looked real
It appeared real
What is real?
Through reading people's poemsI can now seeHow others are differentAnd just like me
I can now understandWhat people believeAnd with working with othersIt helps me achieve
I didn't always recognize the lessons poetry taught me. It was an assignment, a blasphemous and treacherous waste of time that could have been used doing anything else. I hated my poetry the most. It was verbose, deceptive, faux and shallow and I
i wrote a poem one day
about how i felt
overwhelmed
how the world was closing in
around me
and the ground was hot against my
bleeding palms and knees
and all i wanted to see was the sky.
Quiet and unsure,
Shaking and scared
With a stutter so obscure
The words wouldn't come out
They asked again,
Poetry is not just words put together.
What I see is an experience
Told with feeling and emotion.
Through a window of words
I learn of their struggle, their dreams, their life.
To live is to learn.
Dear Education,
You taught me to write in rhymed tercet
And terza rima, by reading Dante’s Inferno
A tale of a trail through Hell, quite dulcet.
But in the future, Dante’s story I will forego
