Foster Poems

When they failed black kids without homes

Her hair stood out
Reaching for the skies
Wishing on every star at night
Someone would hear her cries
Her need to have a life she doesn't just have to survive 

The chaos of hair confused
Unsure how to keep it or what to do
She is the only one in the room
That had hair that flew 
Just a child without

Foster Kids

Falling in between family cracks
Only with shirt on your back
Sometimes life is incredibly wacked 
The adults mistakes mean life is bad
Even though it’s not your fault 
Racking brain with what you said 

Keeping hope seems a lost cause
In time so angry you see red
Defying the odds determined to be
Someone powerful when grown and free

Holiday Haiku

Rest and celebrate
Protecting my mental health
Decorative lights

My eyes are Yours

My eyes are yours
From the depths of the sea
To it jagged rocky or sandy shores.

My cup is open ready to be poured into
Both me and you. Lets fill each other and feel
Renewed.

For you have my full support in all that you
Chaise to pursue.

My eyes are yours when you lose you vision
And you are unclear about

When I Tell My Story

When I tell my story, the past unwinds.
 Poet me
 Poetry
 That’s the treasure that you find.

A narrative woven from threads 
of joy and tears, As words flow forth
 like a river's stream I relive each moment, 
relive each dream The highs and lows, 
the twists and turns A story of growth,
 of lessons learned

When

Disconnected

Disconnected
In a world woven with wires,
I stand still,
a stranger in the hum of voices,
the glow of screens reflecting
a pale loneliness against my skin.

Friendships flicker like dying flames,
texts sent into the void,
echoes of laughter lost
in the thrum of busy signals,
each notification a reminder,
of the spaces that grow deeper,
instead of filling with warmth.

How fragile the bridge of

Art N Poetry

Words dance across the canvas of my mind,
Brushstrokes of meaning, colors of sound.

In poetry's rhythm, art is defined
Where image and language are forever bound.

The painter speaks in textures, light, and shade,
The poet paints with metaphor and rhyme.

Both cast their visions that will never fade,
Standing defiant against the rush of time.

A sonnet blooms like petals on

A Nobody But I'm Somebody

A nobody but I'm somebody in the vast cosmic dance,
Just one small spark, yet burning with resilient light.

I walk unseen through crowded streets, a passing glance,
A whispered name forgotten with the fading night.

Yet in my quiet moments, worlds expand within,
My thoughts create universes none have ever known.

The smallest acts of kindness—where legends begin,
From tender seeds

Worlds Apart

In the spaces between heartbeats,
Where time stretches thin as spring leaves of poet-trees
blowing in the breeze,
I catch glimpses of you living
In a universe adjacent to mine.
There, the sky burns violet at dawn,
And trees grow downward, reaching

For a core of molten starlight
While gravity plays different songs.
You drink tea made from moonflowers,
Write letters with crystallized rain,
And speak

Liberty in Chains

Liberty on a pedestal but her chains are hidden
We built our walls of fear, not stone,
And called them safety, called them home.
While liberty stood watching, mute,
As we forged golden shackles to
Protect ourselves from phantom threats.

The eagle with clipped wings still soars
In memory and faded song,
But cannot reach the heights once known
When boundless skies invited flight.

We

Foster Success

Written: February 28, 2024, for Contest Sponsored by: Constance La France

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Encourage achievement and appreciate improvement

Rhythm and Flow

I let my pen guide me, as I pour out my soul
In this poem, I find solace, to be a form of art.

It's a way to make sense of this crazy world
To find meaning in the chaos, to be unfurled
In the rhythm and flow of each verse
I find peace, a sense of purpose

So here I

3 Elements of Poetry

Elements of Poetry(Written Word)

Through the written word, 
we transcend our bounds, 
And touch the hearts
 and minds of those around, 
We leave our mark,
 our legacy to share, 
And in the silence, 
our words remain there.

The writer's craft,
 a magic spell to weave,
 A fabric rich, 
with threads of thought to retrieve, 
The words, 
like

Worlds Apart

In the spaces between heartbeats,
Where time stretches thin as gossamer,
I catch glimpses of you living
In a universe adjacent to mine.
There, the sky burns violet at dawn,
And trees grow downward, reaching

For a core of molten starlight
While gravity plays different songs.
You drink tea made from moon flowers,
Write letters with crystallized rain,
And speak in colors I can only

Grand Rising

As the sun rises high in the sky
we rise out of bed once we open our eyes.

I woke up feeling inspired, I pursue all
I desire. I am worthy of a fulfilling life
I deserve success I am filled with a sense of mission
 and purpose.

I face uncertainty with calmness and bravery. 
I love my own uniqueness.
I

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