Just Peachy
He looks at me And sees my love that is asleep. Through the iron cast bars- Of his baby's mansion . He looks at me like I am ripe fruit. And I think that's fine by me.
ripe 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 ripe 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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