From distant lands where skies were wide and blue,I came with dreams, fresh as morning dew.New paths to walk, new heights to try,But echoes of the past stayed close by. My parents worked hard to pave the way,Through struggles, they…
A Women by Moesha Masters
Pink or Blue? Blue is my favorite color What’s yours? Color or choice? The choice to choose? The choice to live? He can choose to indulge in his freedom to own property Can I choose the freedom to indulge in…
A Letter To Six-Year-Old Me
Dear six-year-old me, What would you think of me, of our life, our journey, and the times that have yet to be? We’ve watched the world grow, seen time turn to gold, and ask “What happened to the good ole…
I am tired
I am tired I’m tired, tired of breathing air that smells of pain I’m tired of hoping that happiness will come knocking at my door Tired of shedding tears of blood Tired of chasing a future that doesn’t want me…
Looming Focus
Enter the years of no constraints A free metro card, a desire to explore And presumably, All the time in the world. Oh man, what a blast this’ll be. Fast forward some time, Textbooks laying all over, Deadlines nearing, A…
Poem: City of Dreams🌆❤️by Dejanaze Sherman
From the concrete jungle where dreams intertwine,She emerges, a spark in the city’s design.Where there is a deli on every block.Where high rise buildings kiss the clouds up high,And the city keeps buzzing like bees in a hive Yellow cabs…
Sueños
You see, mi abuela had no dreams. She told me, “Porque era Un tiempo diferente”. Dreams were reserved for those Who were more than just survivors. Mi mama had a few dreams, Which she told me were from”Un tiempo diferente,…
Poem: “I Am From” by Sassama Hema
I am from calabashes and clay pots,From shea butter and baobab fruit.I am from the brick walls and tin roofs,Warm, sturdy,Smelling of earth after rain. I am from the mighty baobab,Standing tall, its roots deep in the dry soil,Its shade…
‘Struggle of peace’
Within, a still pond,Peace waits in quiet shadows,Silver waves, untouched. Through life’s shifting winds, Chaos stirs the world outside, Yet deep, calm prevails. Look inward, find peace,Where no storm can reach your heart,Serenity stands. ‘Struggle of peace’ is trying to…
Wake up
I think we lose conscious of what’s Around us and in front of us the World is full of a bunch of distr- actions making us miss key Points in what life has to offer Were so caught up in…
Now Loading
After a long day, Coming home to the sweet and savory smell of arroz con pollo, He clicked the button on his system Witnessing the Library of Iconic Stories, So many choices so little time, A reflection of his feelings…
Beneath the Mango Tree: Resilience, Migration, Identity
This poem weaves in great detail the experiences of a young girl from the West Indian background to discuss such issues as migration, identity, and resilience. It will thus be a poignantly reflective case on the many immigrants who journey…
Following Time
My poem was on the transition of growing up in life. I think it is a reflection we think about as we make choices for our futures. We also look back at how fast life goes by. Sometimes I feel…
Beneath the Mango Tree
In the heart of a West-Indian home, Where spices swirl and stories roam, A girl with dreams beneath the sun, Learned the weight of battles not yet won. Voices strong, yet often stern, Taught her lessons she had to learn. …
Ingrid Barbosa – Poem
Inspired by the influence that people have in my life, this poem speaks about my personal experience, and perception of myself. I believe that we all keep something from the people we connect with, and how these interactions and experiences…
The Place Where Meaning Collapses
I am from the untouched cutlery From Fabuloso drenched floors and dusty record crates I am from the wooden slats that scream when water runs through the pipes and squeals when my loafers stomp on their dried bellies. I am…
The bus and the train
I’m supposed to write a poem, I though, and I’m the least poetic person I know. Is it supposed to rhyme? Is it supposed to flow? I cannot tell you, I do not know. So, there I was on the…
Is there anything more?
Is there anything more to college, than hopping on the train, then the bus and barely making it to class? Is there anything more to work, than mindlessly walking the same route to go to the same place everyday?…
Resilience of the Earth
By Oluwatimilehin (Timmy) Awopegba In Nigeria’s sun, where my roots first found life, I watched the Earth bend, but never break, The rivers surged, the trees stood tall, An echo of strength in each passing quake. Now in New York,…
Silent Echoes
In the quiet of the night, where shadows grow,A heart beats softly, with wounds it doesn’t show.Echoes linger, whispers faint but clear,Of battles fought in silence, with no one near. Eyes that smile yet hide the storm inside,A soul that…