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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.
Copyright © Naima Ybarra-Fernando | Year Posted 2025
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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
“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.
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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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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Naima Ybarra-Fernando Poem
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.
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My heart speaks words
I dare not say.
As I watch you from day to day.
In shadows deep, my feelings stay,
From you, dear friend, I can’t hide.
With every glance, my heart does race,
Yet I stay silent, trying to keep my place.
I remain where you never see,
To dream of what we’ll never be.
Behind a glance, my feelings hide,
A love for you I can’t deny.
Underneath this mask, I shall not reveal,
The love I feel, it’s all too real.
Signs I give, hoping you’ll see,
A silent love, let it be.
Copyright © Naima Ybarra-Fernando | Year Posted 2024
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Naima Ybarra-Fernando Poem
Step one
Smile like stitches not for joy
Just tight enough to hold you in
The kind of smile that never aches
But keeps your mouth from spilling
Step two
Speak after everyone has left
Let words fall where no one looks
Your voice belongs to empty rooms
Where no one asks or stays too long
Step three
Move quiet through morning fog
Become the blur behind the glass
The kind of shape no one recalls
But swears they almost noticed
Step four
Fold your hopes into small things
Crumple them like worn receipts
Hide them inside library books
Where no one cares to turn the page
Step five
When no one says your name aloud
Don’t correct or say it again
Let silence swallow the letters
Like they were never yours
Step six
Forget the weight of your footsteps
The way your shadow used to fall
Not vanished, just uncarried
Like dust that left the frame
Step seven
Smile until your jaw remembers
Not joy, just something practiced
It’s not about being okay
Only about being seen
Step eight
Start leaving before you’re missed
Let time erase you in pieces
Not vanished, just rewritten
Like a sentence no one finished
Step nine
Forget the sound of your voice
Let it blur behind the glass
Not erased but left behind
Like fog that doesn’t return
Step ten
Smile again,
Not because you’re okay
But because the mask
Fits better than your face.
Copyright © Naima Ybarra-Fernando | Year Posted 2025
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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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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.
Copyright © Naima Ybarra-Fernando | Year Posted 2025
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