Conquers Destroyed the Earth
Warm hands drip with crimison sorrows. These are not hands of murders But protectors Of land they had rightfully earned To live with, not on. From which to borrow, not take. A cycle, a partnership,…
mytake is one of the most explored themes on Power Poetry, where young poets share their authentic voices and lived experiences. The 4 poems below range from raw first drafts to carefully crafted works — each one a window into how a young writer sees mytake 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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