Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Poems written by the Pittsburgh Panthers

A World Without
 by Brandon 


How can’t you see if someone’s hurting,
if someone’s in pain?
How would you know if someone needs your help,
to achieve,
be successful,
or believe.
The way I see it is,
you see with no eyes,
and hear with no ears,
the cries,
and the pain of others.

Why do you pretend,
as if you don’t or can’t understand,
what some people are going through?

The world is no place, for someone like you.

You just sit there and watch,
and listen,
to people getting stabbed,
deprived,
and spit on.

But if it happened to you,
would you cry out for help?




Who am I?
 by Demani W.

Who am I?
Where have I been?

Sadistic acts committed against me
Unnecessary acts of violence

Murders.
Lynchings.
People not caring.

Hard work 4 no pay
 Families taken away

Sold away.

Am I gift?
Naw.

My past is dark
but my future is bright.

And when I make it
I wont
Will not
4get my roots.



Change
by Ebner 

someone once said
“you must be the
change you want to
see in the world”

change you tell me
you want me to
change

“think again,”
before you tell
me “what I can
and can’t  do.”

teachers and parents tell
you to do the
right thing
 when they do all sorts of
bad things

change you tell me
no one can be
the change in the
world when no one
wants to change.





there’s a girl named anonymous
by Tashia

there’s a girl named anonymous
she cries
to sleep every night
wondering what her future’s
going to be like…

there’s a girl named anonymous
she’s very tranquil
the type you could like…

she dreams
about her future
then wonders if it’ll ever
come true…

it’s just another day
of reflecting
of what should have been
or what could be

it’s just another day
for that girl named anonymous

she wakes up frantically breathing
she dreamt about resigning

there’s a girl named anonymous
she wonders if she’s going to die…

from dreams of death.

Poetry

by TyRik

My teacher told me to
write some stuff. I really
don’t like poetry and I
think I’ve had enough

The words are all arranged
in a funny way that you
cannot understand if you
try and try all day.

There are poems about flowers
and poems about trees. I think
I’d go crazy if I tried to
write poems like these.

She said to listen to music
but my music makes more
sense. Cause rappers are better
poets and are never hard or dense.

So I’m going to tell my
teacher that I’m going to try it
                                                               but when it comes to poetry,
I really just can’t write it!!!

Why I Want to Leave
by Elisel

I can’t be scared
I have to use my voice
it may shock other people
but it is my choice

Sometimes I wanna leave
and not come back
they hurt me and
I can’t hurt them back

I try to use
my only voice
but they weigh me down
down
down

Am I a weirdo
or someone crazy?
They hurt my feelings
but I can’t do the same

I sometimes picture
bad images
out of anger
and humiliation

In my house
I cry and cry
my eyes like a river
they don’t run dry

I may act dumb
and stupid
but I know things
they did

And in conclusion
what I have up my sleeve
is the reason
why I wanna leave

Life
by Gregory

Life is just like a tree
As you get older, you grow
With age, it shows

Life sometimes you hate
You feel as if you’re the most despised person in the entire state
You always get picked on
You always get teased

Your parents are always yelling at you
Telling you what to do
What to wear
When to eat
When to go to sleep
What to put on your feet
Who to see
And who they want you to be

Life is sometimes joyous
Filled with laughs and cheer
You are cool, calm, and have no fear

You have happy days and happy nights
None of which are filled with fright
You enjoy the wonders of life despite everything else
Even when a lot of pain is felt

D.C.

by Elmer

I’m from PS1 to PS3
to movies to TV shows
I play and I watch
resident evil

I’m from a city that can handle
crime most of the time
to school that is boring by
the way to sometimes
friendly teachers to
lots of homework
to friends

I’m from a home
with mocking brothers
to sarcastic sisters
to a loving mom
to a great dad

I’m from a city where the
people hold the power
white house to pentagon
to president

I’m not from new york or
chicago or baltimore  or even
hollywood, no none of these
cities which I would go
see

I’m from D.C. 


Take Your Time!!!
by Jade

Girls out here want to be grown,
live on their own
smacking their teeth
smack.
when is this going to stop?

Maybe,
when they look at the news,
see the girls who got the blues,

Mama’s crying
her baby ran away

Yeah girl
I want to be grown.
A friend told me.

Hot mamas
bringing on the heat
but you want to be like
me!!!

Girls can’t wait to look good,
party all night
Dang!!
That’s not right

Mama’s over here
crying
whining
where’s her baby girl?
why?
she’s gone
I don’t know
I told her she was wrong

I know she don’t want to be
raped
killed
or hung.
slow your role
take your time

It don’t cost you a dime.

life can move fast
take your time
think about it.

staying young will give you enough time!

hair is just a four letter word
by Tinaeya

hair is just a four letter word
it can’t buy clothes
or put food on the table
it’s just like a long bushy horse’s tail
swishin away in the stable

hair is just a four letter word
waiting to be defined
ready to get drenched in harsh chemicals
in just a matter of time

hair is just a four letter word
it may be long
it may be short
you may even see a couple grays
but hair is just a four letter word
covered in lots of oily sprays

hair is just a four letter word
all dried out with no style
messy like uncooked bean curd
that makes it hard to smile

hair is just a four letter word. 



God Why ME?
 by Arthur

God, why did you
choose me? To take
up oxygen on this
lovely earth?

God, why did you put me
on this earth to
just take up space
when other angles
could be in my
place?

God, why did you give
my mom that egg that
grew in her stomach
and call it a miracle?

God, I have a question:

Why me?


Car


by Kai Lin

I am like a car,
    My mother drives.
The moment I am born,
    She stuck in traffic.
The car is a turtle,
    trying to go around the world!
Oh, the care moves slowly,
    as a child growing up.
Mom keep driving the car,
    try to open her eye.

“Don’t sleep.”
“Don’t cry.”
“Don’t complain.”
Mom mumbling to herself,
    While she’s driving the car.

As the car moves forward,
    the less stress mom had.
Mom spend money for gas,
    so the car would move.
The car is very moody,
    it stop when it was hungry,
    it feel hot when the car is sick,
    it is a hard worker when it run on the highway.
Mom takes good care of the car,
    as she takes good care of me.
Mom works as a machine,
    “No sleep.”
    “No break.”
    “No emotion.”

Mom just keeps driving the car,
   she knew the car will be there someday!

If mom makes it,
    to a place with no traffic,
Then mom will be free,
    When a child is 18.
“More fun.”
“More rest.”
and no stress.

If I am 18,
    then my mom is a car.
But now I’m 13,
   so I’m still mom’s car.



I Hate You Dad

by Jonathan

I hate you dad
some might say,
not knowing the effects that might lay
while some might sit, hope, and pray
that one day, that dad will come astray
where he should retake his throne,
as the man of the household
day and day
we sing and pray
that dad will come home and play
catch, or at least give us a word of advice
for picking up girls or buying us old spice
but a boy can only dream and reason
of oh how much I hate you dad. 






We Had it All
by Elijah


We had it all, we had Adidas, Gold Chains, Champagne, and ever night we made it rain on them, hoses of water, we had fun in the summertime cuz we had the slip'n'slide and we had John Legend so we had nine, We only had God way back when and had to sing hymns when one of us was leaving to be w/HIM, We had a preacher but it wasn't Joel Osteen it was more of a Betty Peeples, When my mom was young she would drift back kick back and listen to 
Tu-Pack...I mean Tupac.
We had GoGo and I mean the good GoGo not today's shitake is a Japanese dish but we had taste some ate it anyway We had stressful days so we had ourselves some mary-- but through it all we had each other. 




YOU'RE STILL HERE
by Mercury


People might say you're gone
But you're not
Even though you're dead
You're still here


I see you in my dreams
And you're in my soul
I think about you all the time
And that's how I know
You're still here


I never say I miss you
Because I don't believe that
You're gone, I don't cry
Because you're still here


You were young
And had a long life ahead of you
You didn't deserve that
But don't worry because
I believe
You're still here


You're in a great place
Heaven is great for you
I know you're looking down on me
And I miss you too


But guess what?
You're still here [a tear]




Hey You
by Jackelyn 


Hey You!
Yeah you.
The  one who lives in the White House
You think you are all High and Mighty
Sending innocent lives
Out for fighting


Think you have a right
To risk their lives 
Don't You?!
Hurting families, children
Husbands and wives.


It's all about power
Not knowing whose blood
You spatter!


Forty Four murders, over time
You don't even care
That one really big murder
You have all shared.


Going against a Law you created
No one saw Past the good intended
Soldiers brave at heart
Able to aim, shoot
Then Hide.
Escaping punishment
For a very big Homicide.


It hides to gun triggers 
And Bombs
It's guilt free for now
Hiding in figures proud
And Strong.


Americans, authorities, and Soldiers
Hypocrites in mind
That injustice,
Stubbornly,
They will not find.


All punished, Sooner or later
By the same crime committed-
We all have taken part in this-
For a power greater...


Than that of the Enemy.




Untitled
by Johnny

"you talk 2 much"
"get bak 2 work"
"watch ur tone"
adults say 2 me

I'm annoyed n bothered
wastein my tyme
I wish I had no skool
It takes 2 much tyme

All I need is a job dat pays good
No mcdonalds or burger king
I need a real job





1 comment:

  1. You guys, this is Ms. Ford's dad. I am totally knocked out by these poems. I just had a chance to read them through once quickly, but I'll go back for a long look. You should be extremely proud, all of you. I know just how hard this work can be.

    I recognized a lot of your names--in fact just about all of them (all I hear is good things, I promise). I hope I'm going to get down to meet everyone by the end of the year. Keep up the good work--and go easy on Ms. Ford.

    All the best to each of you--John Ford

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