The Gift I Was Given
Guitar is a gift, Was a gift. Playing until my fingers were red, Eating mayonnaise on bread. Guitar hurt, Guitar told my story, Guitar sang, And played. The guitar still does, I still play, Day by…
a clare de la lune is one of the most explored themes on Power Poetry, where young poets share their authentic voices and lived experiences. The 1 poems below range from raw first drafts to carefully crafted works — each one a window into how a young writer sees a clare de la lune in their life. Whether you're looking for inspiration, connection, or just want to know you're not alone, start reading and see what resonates.
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