Here are few of our first original poems. Not everyone has line breaks down, so I'm copying them as they are, even though many of these line breaks are not purposeful (they just wrote until they ran out of space.)
The ceiling is like a cloud in the blue sky shifting across the sky. (unfinished)
Music is in hip hop and
soul or smooth rock
when my mom is going to
sleep she tells me to turn
it off but I just make
it louder music is my thing.
Undertaker (Undertaker is a WWF wrestler, I think)
There goes Undertaker
leg drop...
There goes Undertaker
last ride...
There goes Undertaker
old school...
There goes Undertaker
choke slam...
There goes Undertaker
tombstone.
My mom smells like a blossom when I eat her chicken
the crust is crispy the meat is tasty
she spends her money on me and my baby sister
She gives me money on my birthday her pan-
cakes are moist and good her bacon is crusty
Basketball
They pass it to me in the lane,
and my knee is in a lot of pain
I make the and-one
the fans say "that's the game!"
Ray Allen
Ojo passes it
Ray dunks it
Ojo gets
Ray makes
Yeah Ray go
The ice cream man
The ice cream man
never steps out his
truck is it just
because of a
angry old man, approaching
the ice cream man?
He steps on the brake
as if he was in a race
and he never turns
back he leads the
police on a high speed
chase, and that's mostly that.
The last one is my favorite. I love the angry old man, approaching the ice cream man.
What is it about poetry? Their natural sense of rhythm and language and powerful words emerges so naturally.
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