POETRY SPECIAL!

Yeuris Pimentel

Rap

The cat in the hat

go fat and it rapped like

what the heck is that…

Rafael Poten

701

5/30/14

Poetry Slam

     Te vi

                                          Pero no me miraste

  Te llame

                                         Pero no me llamaste

   Te ame

                Pero nunca me amaste

                  Pero

     De mi corazon nunca

Te borraste.

Janeth Garcia

Verso Libre

    

Nunca mires hacia atras,

porque algun dia te arrepientas,

nunca mires hacia adelante,

porque no lo vas a encontrar,

camina, camina hasta encontrar tu destino.

JESSICA RAMIREZ

       El rosado es mi color

se parece una flor

tiene un fuerte olor

se parece un corazón.  

  

   

I live in a world…

  I live in a world that is made of darkness,       

I live in a world that gets worse and worse every day,

          I live in a world that stays the same,

     I live in world where I get called names,

               I live a world that has no shames,

         I live in a world that never ends right,

                 I live in a world that I can’t sleep,

                 I live in a world that can’t change,

         I live in a world that is trying to change,

  I live in a world,but it’ll always be the same,

                                        By:  Anonymous

             Libre                   Enmanuel Alcantara

            Morire

 

                   Algun dia tengo que morir,

            Pero no quiero ver a nadie sufrir ,

           Cuando me tenga que ir, Para el cielo

            mas bien dicho para el Cementerio ,

            No quiero que nadie vaya porque sera

           una Historia de misterio.  

             

                                 ~ Amor ~

Nada es para Simpre cuando es sobre el amor. Vienes y desapareses Rapidamente. Quiseieras que vinieras y que nunca te fueras. Porque cuando estas aqui todo es perfecto. Porque tu me haces reir como nadie lo as echo.

                      ~ Brenda Encarnacion ~

By: Keissy Batista

           Prose Poetry

I walk through the door I said to my parents I’m a flower,a flower who is not ready to bloom yet. They looked at me like I was crazy, But then they smile and told me “ Turn that flower into a bird and fly free into the sky that is puffy and white.” They looked serious but I told them I was joking.