Poetry is a window into someone's thoughts and feelings:
Untitled by Brianna Heath My Silky, Soft, Sweaters. These Seasonal Garments, Make goosebumps grin then graciously greet fall, meandering famed feelings of familiarity Abundant colorfully crisp cores And Stocked stores Await impatient patrons. Amusive toddlers trot towards tables And beg for bags of bright burgundy beets and sometimes buttery bread Commonly called the pepper provider, He made the market meaningful. Carrying crates and initiating intellectual interactions Healthful foods fed fixings of fortunes and freed frantic farmers Middle Eastern sounds more soothing than Syrian The happy Hummus lady led with hello, not hi Mixing spices and sultry smells Truly, have a helping; her heritage has history Until the impending summer daze brings about another haze I’ll wait for these Silky, Soft, Sweaters My seasonal garments that make goosebumps grin And graciously great fall Sorrowfully sending my Silky, Soft, Sweaters away until another fall day The Race By Lizzie A. This fast paced Consumer based self centered race to find a place in this frantic chase its like were flying to outer space but all we get is a new parking space This struggle is so common place We compete for breathing space SAVE ME from this sick embrace I can not climb the infinite staircase to something time will only erase Where we are meant to displace outrace disgrace efface deface anyone one we must outplace We can not show an ounce of grace or we will be the ones displaced a charity case in a world that finds that a disgrace that can not look the homeless in the face take me out of this rat race I would leave but I am already encased In this fast paced Consumer based self centered race to find my place
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