

I Am You
He is a spirit that’s guided by the
light followed by angels in flight.
Born in a world of many to learn and
where disobedience can mean burn.
Who am I?
Bound by cosmic force and
where love ends in divorce.
A mediator within society that
fills gaps other wise void.
Who am I?
I am a challenged child where the
new clashes with the old.
In a society where the young must
not be timid but, bold.
Who am I?
I am a thought within the mind.
I am hated and discriminated against.
I’m the boy with his back up
against the racial fence.
Who am I?
I am lost within a river of tears and
consumed by anger
for so many years.
I have been physically,
mentally battered and abused.
Left with the ultimate
feeling of being used.
Who am I?
I am a statement that is true.
This is my story.
I am you!
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MICAH
My miracle from GOD above
Immagine endless hugs and so much love.
Chrisma,charm, and beautiful cinnamon skin.
Always running, skipping, or exposing a grin.
Heaven blessed my life so sweet so sweet.
A more precious girl you’ll ever meet.
By Angela C.
To read more from this poet visit her myspace page by clicking here.
I love to write poetry and inspirational messages. It feels good when people say "thank you for writing that article, it changed my life." The gratification that I received from touching someone's heart is addictive. It makes me want to continue to touch the lives of so many others. So I challenge all that come across this article to help someone out side of your family to see what it truly feels like to help a perfect stranger.
Winter’s Palace
I’m stuck in winter’s chilly grip,
Oh how I long for fall,
Where leaves are plenty, and the
Sky holds me in bluest thrall.
But the snow holds tight throughout
The day, with many an icy bar,
And makes me wish for the green of
May, where the trees are never far,
Where the breeze it carries playful
Tunes, on gentle, whispering arms,
Instead of gusting forcefully
With its angry, violent charms.
My heart it yearns for a summers
Night, which does not come ’til late,
Where the only sounds alive are the
Crickets rustling ’neath the gate.
But here I’m trapped, in Winter’s Palace,
With the dullest of gray for my eye.
Oh, how I pine for the dew on the grass,
Not the dreary white snow from the sky.
By: Anna McCarty
You can see more of Anna's Writings at the link below.
This young writer has a lot to say please visit her blog.
Anna has great collection of poetry.
Inspiring Children To Write
It's always a blessing to read poetry that someone else has created. However, when children find an opportunity to take time out of their busy schedule to remember a day that has been designated for mothers and write in the remembrance as what this means to them. It is truly wonderful. Below is a 12 year old who has decided to start writing and it is my pleasure to post one of her first poems on this Blog.
If you know any kids that would like to share their poetry I would love to display their work on this blog please contact me at: dave@poetrynews.info

Mother’s Day
Mother’s Day is a gift from God for all the
Mothers who gave birth to his children.
Mother’s Day is the day for the children to
thank their mother for all the love and
support they gave them.
Mother’s Day is the day for mothers to rest
and have peace. Mother’s Day is
the day for
mothers to get off their feet. Mother’s
Day is
for mothers to sit back and relax. Mother’s Day
is for all the fathers to do what the mothers do.
Mother’s Day; boy do I love Mother’s Day.
By Raygine
Montgomery
Loving To Write
Sharing A Talent With The World
Sharing short stories and poetry is so fulfilling. There is a great deal of satisfaction when I hear how my stories or poetry has touched someone's heart or made them think about their life as it is today.
We have a newsletter called Poetry News and would like to share with our readers any stories you would like to share with them. If you have a book or cd that you would like us to share with our readers. Please send us that information so that we can help you expand by getting the word out about your work to people who other wise would not hear from your or see your creation.

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For more information about my poetry go here: myspace.com/stormdave You will be able to here me recite poetry. We live in the information world and I encourage everyone reading this post to use every informational device you can to help promote your work.
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