A MOURNING DOVE
First she build a nest. Under our porch awning. Next she sitting on her nest. Than, I heard some noise. Now she feeding three. Soon all will be gone. All we will have left. Are memories. ~ Ricardo
porch 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 porch 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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