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Naima Ybarra-Fernando Poem
Love is everything,
A game, a passion, a dream.
Basketball, my greatest love,
So tiring, but so much fun.
Though I cannot play today,
An injury keeps me away.
Jumper’s knee, it makes me wait,
Oh, what a shame, but I still won’t hate.
The pain, the cramps, the hard work too,
But it’s worth it for what I do.
This game is part of who I am,
It lifts me up when I feel down.
My love for you will never fade,
Basketball, you’ve made me brave.
You’ll always be my favorite game,
Forever I’ll love you the same.
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Naima Ybarra-Fernando Poem
Money, money, money
Give me a penny,
I’ll stash it, I’ll hide it,
And guard it like treasure.
In his belly, a hunger
That can’t be fulfilled,
For gold and for riches
His greed is unmatched.
He pockets the profits,
The worker gives his all,
But when it’s time to pay,
The boss is long gone.
No thought for the world,
Just riches to keep,
He’ll chase every dollar
And never lose sleep.
Copyright © Naima Ybarra-Fernando | Year Posted 2025
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Naima Ybarra-Fernando Poem
The earth is tired, can’t you see?
We take too much, and set it free.
The skies are gray, the rivers dry,
Yet we just watch as time goes by.
The trees once stood, so tall, so strong,
But now they’re fading, something’s wrong.
We hear the cries, the oceans plea,
But still we act like we don’t see.
We’ve lost the green, the soft, the blue,
And deep inside, we always knew.
But still we waste, still we take,
Not realizing what’s at stake.
We know it’s dying, we know it’s clear,
But do we even care?
The earth is hurt, it can’t pretend,
And soon it might not have an end.
So look around, it’s not too late,
Maybe it’s time we change our fate.
We’ve done enough, now let’s undo,
Before the earth stops loving you.
Copyright © Naima Ybarra-Fernando | Year Posted 2025
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“A geek!” they cry,
But I’m not a trend to pass by.
The teacher glances
A frown, a silent glance.
Laughter scatters like falling rain,
But I remain firm, unshaken.
Eyes roll, fingers point,
But in my heart, I won’t disappoint.
What they miss,
Is the fire within.
Worlds I build, dreams I chase,
I move forward with steady grace.
Call me a geek,
But what you speak
Is a shield for fear,
For a mind that’s yet to appear.
The future’s mine,
With each step, each climb.
And when I rise,
You’ll see I’ve always been wise.
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Love did not choose me,
It fooled me, can’t you see,
You left my heart to bleed,
But God’s love came for free.
I gave my soul with care,
Hoped you’d always be there,
You turned from what was true,
But God still carried me through.
You may not think I’m worthy,
Or see the light in me,
But in God’s arms I’m shining,
Held close and finally free.
No storm can shake His promise,
No tide can pull me down,
Like Noah on the waters,
His love is all around.
Copyright © Naima Ybarra-Fernando | Year Posted 2024
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Naima Ybarra-Fernando Poem
The road was long, the night was cold,
A stranger walked into the town.
His coat was torn, his hat pulled low,
His weary eyes fixed on the ground.
The streets lay still, the lamps burned low,
Behind locked doors, all lay at rest.
But in the bar, the glasses clinked,
As whiskey warmed the sleepless guests.
He stepped inside, the room fell hush,
All eyes turned to the man unknown.
The barkeep waved, a drink was poured,
The others waited, minds of stone.
The stranger’s eyes scanned the room,
A heavy silence filled the air.
Then with a grin, he broke the silence,
And spoke of things they couldn’t bear.
His words came slow, smooth as a river,
Yet something in them didn’t sit right.
The townsfolk listened, stiff and still,
Their knuckles clenched a bit too tight.
The stranger laughed, he earned their trust,
With tales wrapped in a web of lies.
But something felt a little off,
The townsfolk’s eyes, suspicious ties.
Thirteen years ago, the town had cried,
A life was lost, but no one spoke.
The ones who drank beneath that roof,
Knew too much, but never broke.
The night was thick, the air turned cold,
Footsteps echoed down the street,
The town waited, hearts racing.
Flames sparked as they moved
The town stood still, no one dared speak,
Fingers twitching, hearts filled with dread.
Questions hung heavy in the air,
But silence was the answer they all fed.
Around the stranger’s door they gathered,
Questions burning, voices loud.
But just before the truth could spill…
The lights went out, a shot was heard.
Torches blazed in trembling hands,
Their fire dancing in the night.
A wounded man dragged trembling limbs,
His breath was short, his face was white.
He crawled through dirt, his body weak,
The stranger followed, close behind.
The town stood still, a waiting hush,
Their fear mixed with a troubled mind.
From the crowd, a voice rang clear,
“Are you the one who took Charles all those years ago?”
The killer stopped and turned his head,
“Yes, I was. And now, I’m back again.”
The crowd stood still,
Hearts filled with fear,
Some eyes heavy with pain and tears,
As they waited for what would appear.
A man stepped forward, voice full of fear,
“What will you do now, with the truth revealed?”
The killer’s smile grew cold and wide,
“I’ll leave it to you to keep it sealed.”
The crowd moved forward, filled with rage,
He couldn’t escape
One stepped forward, not a coward that night,
A finger curled, the aim set right.
With one shot, the killer fell,
And in that moment, his life was done.
As the torches dimmed, the town stood still.
John stepped forward, his voice calm,
“The truth’s been spoken, no more fear.”
A voice quivered, “Is it really over?”
John’s gaze held steady, “It’s done. We move on.”
Copyright © Naima Ybarra-Fernando | Year Posted 2025
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They were already awake,
The sky dark as the work ahead,
Hands stiff from la tierra,
Feet bruised from the miles,
Yet they never stopped.
The nights were too short,
The days stretched on,
Sleep was a luxury they couldn’t afford.
Still, they pressed forward,
One step, then another.
La tierra gave little,
But took all they had.
Baskets filled with fruit,
Hands worn from the toil,
Every mark, every tear,
A step toward a future
They could only imagine,
But believed in.
Backs bent,
Bruised hands,
Yet their strength remained.
It wasn’t for them;
It was for us.
They worked for a future
That lived only in their dreams.
Every weary limb,
Was woven into a legacy
That endures through time.
What they built isn’t carved in stone,
but in the quiet moments we hold close,
in the lessons that shape us,
in a love that never fades
a legacy that lives within us.
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Boom! A thud echoes in the darkness, Voices call out to me,
Despite the cold and the night's chill, I'm drawn towards the mysterious sound.
A distant voice, I start to shake,
Is this for real or just a fake?
I step ahead, my heartbeat slow,
Not sure if I should dare to go.
“You scared me!” I shout in fear,
“No trespassing get out of here!”
Then comes a laugh from just one side,
A friend steps out, no place to hide.
“It’s just a prank,” they grin with glee,
But still, I feel unease in me.
The wind it howls, the branches sway,
And fear won’t seem to fade away.
Whispers taunt my mind,
Leaving unsettling thoughts behind.
On this moonless, stormy night,
Why play such games of fright,
When fear still lingers through the night.
Copyright © Naima Ybarra-Fernando | Year Posted 2024
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I’ve got so much to say,
But my words don’t come out right.
Thoughts stacked in my chest,
Heavy, ready to fight.
I try to speak, but I freeze,
The words just slip away.
I need to let it all out,
But I don’t know what to say.
I’m screaming inside,
But my voice won’t break through.
I just need someone to listen,
To hear what I’m going through.
I’m not hiding, just tangled,
Stuck with nowhere to go.
I want to let someone in,
But the words refuse to show.
I’ve tried to scream, but it’s silent,
The words disappear like dust.
All this pain I carry with me,
But trust just hurts too much.
Maybe someday I’ll find the strength,
To speak without the doubt,
But until I know they’ll listen,
I’ll keep my heart locked out.
Maybe someday I’ll find the strength,
To speak without the fear,
But until I know they’ll listen,
I’ll keep my words right here.
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I’m at the net,
Fast hands, quick feet.
I read the game,
I take my stand.
You swing?
I’m there.
You tip?
I’ll block.
I jump high,
Land strong,
In the front,
I belong.
I control the court,
I set the tone.
In the front,
I stand alone.
Copyright © Naima Ybarra-Fernando | Year Posted 2025
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