Featured Poems of the Month

People send me so many good poems and I love reading all of them.  I choose one to share each month.

January Poem
Teenagers
by Amy A.

I remember.

A small girl playing with my dolls, hoping and dreaming of the day.
The day I had my own children.
This was always my purpose in life. To give life. To create life.
My greatest gifts, a little boy and a little girl.
My whole heart, living and breathing and walking the world. Apart.
Always so close to me. No distance between us.

My loves.

Years go by.

They grow bigger, stronger.
Eyes that once looked up to me, look past me.
They beat their wings in preparation. So close to soaring now.
I feel the loss of them. The loss of their need. The loss of their closeness.
Heart breaking, I stand still.

They push hard against the edge of this nest, ready to rise up on their own into the sky.

June Poem

By Marco Y.

It’s Too Much
It’s too much.
I can’t take it.

Everyone judging me.
Just because
I entertain myself
With a screen
A video game

Can’t you all stop?
It’s too much.
Why do you judge me?

In my eyes,
It’s a story.
That you unravel yourself.
That you experience yourself.

Why?
It’s too much.
Just stop.

January Poem

Before You

By Isabel M.

before you, no guy had ever told me I was pretty.
before you, I thought no one noticed me.
before you, I had low self-confidence.
but.
after.
after you, I gained confidence.
slowly of course,
I was broken, crumbling inside.
but heartbreak makes you stronger.
after you, I’m noticed.
or maybe my eyes are finally open and I have been noticed all along.
after you, my heart still skips a beat no matter who calls me pretty
because it feels so amazing.
even if it’s not you anymore.
I am growing by moving on.
I want to thank you for impacting my life.
sometimes for the worse.
but maybe for the better.

February Poem

What if

By Morgan Mouser

If a man and a woman are standing next to each other
And you don’t know what they look like
Who they are
Or anything about them

Who is stronger?
Which person is wearing a dress?
You probably have answers for that
Right away, right?

What if I told you
The woman has a muscular build
And the man was wearing a dress,
Would you find that weird?

Maybe you would say it’s fine
In an effort to try to seem accepting.
But deep inside,
You think something’s off

What If you walked into a makeup store
And had the choice
Of a man or a woman assisting you
Who would you pick?

Probably the woman
Because she has more experience
And knows what she’s talking about
You think to yourself

But in reality,
The woman knows very little about makeup
And what she does know was taught to her by the male

What if you walk in
to college basketball practice
As a male.
And you see
the head coach is a girl
Would you have second thoughts
on how your season is going to go?

Why?
Because your coach is a woman?

Being secretly or openly judged
By things people can’t control
Such as gender,
Race,
Economic status,
Who they love.
This is something people struggle with
Far too often

If you think of a person in prison
For murder,
What do they look like?

Or a model?
Or a doctor?
Or a teacher?
Or a person who can make a difference?

March Poem

Modern Anne, Frank

By Debjeet Mukherjee

Eyes swollen in tears running deep in heart,
Anne came back home from school to start
A single life without her boyfriend from now,
Combating the pain at stake, she knew not how.

“Crying?” asked her sister, playing with toys,
Came a quick somber reply, I hate all boys
Yet if asked about brothers and the father of her joys,
Would she say they are different, I hate ‘other’ boys?

Time will not stop, and chapters won’t end,
Anne grew up, and so did her ex-boyfriend.
Destiny was not meant for them to meet,
So ex-boyfriend married another girl so sweet.

A daughter named Frank was born to them.
But growing up, she had a story much the same.
After school break-up, she said, boys fail love test,
My dad is the best; I leave out all the rest.

And yet turning the burnt pages of history,
During World War II, a girl full of mystery
Named Anne Frank, who aptly as a teen did say
In darkest times, to light up hearts on the way.

“I keep my ideals, because in spite of everything
I still believe that people are really good at heart.”

May

Ciarra Colvin

Your heart is like a piece of paper,
fragile, easily ruined.
Each injurious word is a fold,
each enemy makes a tear.
The opposite, love and friendship,
healing, comforting.
But no matter how many times,
you unfold, flatten, or tape it,
there will always be,
and in-healable scar.