High School Poems

Do you feel that?
Do you feel the change 
as the summer comes to an end
trying to figure out if we are still good friends 
should've...

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Blossoming onwards
Know you’re worthy of success;
God…navigating…

Like flowers of spring,
Your destiny is assured;
God…cultivating…

Plow onwards in faith,
Rowing towards your greatness;
God…fertilizing…
...

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Can you make a friend— like a craft project?
I know, I hear this parental voice, “just be yourself.”

All of my classes this semester will be...

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I was going to become a teacher
I thought it was my calling

I was young and thought it best
to go to university straight out of high...

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A soggy teddy bear
lay on the shoulder of the highway—
head twisted, limbs askew,
its damp fur clinging to gravel
and its sightless eyes beseeching heaven.
I watched from...

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Hello! Old friend,

You crossed my mind today,

After decades of no thoughts of you.

Today, I sat across a meeting I'd rather avoid;

Then I thought of you.

I...

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Beauty is something everyone craves 
Beauty is like the temperature it always changes and is never gonna stay with you it's fleeding, passing and you...

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A voice recorded, soft but clear,
Echoes pain we failed to hear.
Hannah spoke from shadows deep,
Of secrets buried none should keep.

A hallway's whisper, locker stares,
Unseen wounds...

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The dusk slips down in lilac swells,
And I am caught in dreams again—
Of girls with velvet, painted eyes,
Their lashes dipped in midnight rain.

Their lips are...

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The tilt of a head
The pass of a ball
Things that make me believe
I’m wanted after all
...

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They came in packs, 
shoulders knotted with gym weight,
smelling of Axe and iron,
boys who scraped knuckles on lockers
just to feel something slice.

At lunch, they stalked...

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In hallways hushed with painted lies,
They glide like ghosts in silken skin—
Their secrets shimmer in their eyes,
Too delicate to hold within.

Barby Doll smiles with perfect...

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In human nature,
hearing and listening are
not the same thing:-

You can hear said words
but can not respond to them,
if not listening:-

Ancestrally said,
you not listening is bad;
not...

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Glory be to God,
Moms are the laborers of God:
Praising God for Moms:-

Without their labor,
We would not be in this world:
All praises to Moms:-

Praise God for...

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The black pen with black ink is running out,  

The paper on the desk is clean but creased. 

It must hurt to have been...

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