Pyracantha
There is a place in my parent's backyard Where the pyracantha curve towards the house Spiky leaves press up against cream colored chipped siding There was a place in my backyard Where you could see…
mybackyard 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 mybackyard 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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