Magic in the mornings
My house is magic in the mornings. / Somehow, while I was sleeping, the air has transformed. / It's cleaner, sharper, new-day air, now. / My mom is on the couch, reading a book and taking large gulps…
my house is one of the most explored themes on Power Poetry, where young poets share their authentic voices and lived experiences. The 2 poems below range from raw first drafts to carefully crafted works — each one a window into how a young writer sees my house 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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