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Kids' Poetry

Time
By Rebekah R.
(Gardner House)

When does the clock stop ticking?
Will time ever erase itself?
Back to when my family was still a family?
Back when tears fell for joy.
And the air was full of peach and beauty.
But now my world comes down on me.
The time continues to tick again.
My unrealistic dreams are washed away by the songs of my cruel reality.
As I come back from my childhood fantasies,
I wonder - Will life ever be the same again?

All Alone in the World
By Shannon H.
(Gardner House)

She sings a soft song to heal her misery
She denies ever being sad and lonely
She covers her emotions with a fake broken smile
No one can see through it, the fog is just too thick
She never cries, she just holds it in
No one seems to notice, everybody is too wrapped up in their own lives
She is all alone in the world
No one hears her, no one cares

In the Dark
By Demond N. (aka Poetic Romeo)
(Camp Karl Holton)

In the dark
where I lie quiet and still
Not able to speak
or move
Unable to see
In the dark
feeling locked up
I want to be free!
But, it so cold
And lonely
In the dark
It pitch black
In the dark
Please
Release me from
the dark.

Struggle
By Jamel
(Central Juvenile Hall)

I've struggled so long
I can't understand why
I've hurt so long
I begin to cry
I wish it would stop
But it continues to go on
I beginning to be shell shocked
Where did I go wrong

Life and Death
By Fernando S.
(Mid-Valley Youth Center)

LIFE ... Well, it all starts in a room. Your mom goes through a handful of frustrations and pain. Before you know, you break out and you are free. You grow and grow and that's all you know. You go and do your own thing. Trust me, pay back's mean, I may be young, but I have been through enough to make you and me a convict. And that's

LIFE ...

You get more and more involved, thinking your problem will be solved. After a while you and your buddies get wild, then you go home and sleep. The next day you go to school and find out your best friend has died and I guess that is DEATH ...

You know nothing but hatred, you seek revenge, so you go with your "buddies" and get high. Now you leave with a dirty scheme up your sleeve. You find your enemy, but wait! Something goes wrong, now you're the one deceased.

AND THAT'S LIFE AND DEATH ...

"The self-explore, whether he wants to or not, becomes the explore of everything else. He learns to see himself, but suddenly, provided he was honest, all the rest appears, and it is as rich as he was, and as a final crowning, richer."
- Elias Cannetti

Do I Really Belong Here
By Darrian Trenise White
(Kenniston Group Home)

Sometimes I ask myself
"Do I really belong here?"
The answer to that question is,
"No, I don't belong here."
People always tell me that I do belong
here, and that I am a wonderful and pretty person.
But why do I feel that they are just
saying it to make me feel better and
so that I won't hurt myself.
They tell me that I am pretty,
and that my life is worth living.
But the other question is,
"Do I really believe what everybody is saying?"
"Do I really belong here?"

Mid-Valley Blues
By Joel F.
(Mid-Valley Youth Center)

How did I get here
Someone tell me I'm confused
In here my feelings don't matter to
NE body So inside I'm used and abused
I ask you God is there a reason
For you putting me through this
If its to straighten up its stressin' me
down Cause something inside says I can do this
I've seen people come and go
Some weren't strong enough inside
In here its everybody for themselves
And only the strong survive
People stressin' depression always aggression
Blaming other people cause there in denial
There's hurt and pain people on the edge of insane
And my face still stretches a smile
If I ever get out I'll never look back
If I win this mental battle I never can lose
So let me live on a forever cruise
Cause I'm sick and tired of these mid valley blues.

 

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