Falling Whistle
Living in the Congo, wanting to get out. Constant gun shots sounding, too much death to count. The youngest of four, my brothers all look after me. But once they're handed a gun, no one can set me…
falling whistles 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 falling whistles 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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