PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

A imagined scene of an old man janitor that we may or may not all remember or think back to.

My first written poem. The title simply signifies the teenage years and I feel as if it really dug deep into my 17 year old head. Please tell me what you thought of it.

A poem about lust, and pregnancy. But about commitment and hate. Take the message how you want it. It can have many meanings. Please comment with what you think.

I wrote this poem on Fathers Day 2010, at age 13. I read this poem as well as a speech in front of 1,200 on March 16, 2011. Enjoy!

(note: These are not the personal views of Trayvon Martin’s family, I was compiled to write something after watching the Anderson show today)