The Young Poetess
Ages 17 and Under
I sit at my royal throne |
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You are a Bully
You try to control me, To choose what I do. I listen because You are a Bully. |
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Sometimes i look around,
And wish i wasn’t me, If only i was her, I would be happy. |
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There is a stage of life,
When nothing is quite good, It's all just one big fake, Nothing as it should. |
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High above the clouds, amongst the clouded sky,
Living a life above all beings, she let out a tired sigh
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A line that never ends
Goes far out to sea And lingers there Amongst salt and fear For all eternity |
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Far from me
Yet so close I see your vision Capturing Enrapturing Those thousands of people... |
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A young girl
With big brown eyes Once came up to me And asked Please may I have a Slice of life? |
A little key was I
Felt myself being carved And intricately shaped To fit into the lock. |
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I close my eyes and fall back
rejoining the strong women of my history... |
There once was a man living in the States,
Who had not enough riches to enter the gates. So he took what he had, some plastic scraps, And bent down in shelter to live with the rats. |
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Though the we've gone through so much pain
So much distress and suffering We still see sunshine in the rain |
If it's possible that we can sink so low, then we can rise so high. I like believing in the novelty that everything in life corresponds to the concept of it and therefore to the spiritual purpose behind it...
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It was a cloud that was blocking my vision, I didn't notice it.
Maybe it was tears, or maybe it wasn't. I didn't know what it was. But I did know that it was there. As I tried to repicture all those moments in my life when the glory was upon me, Something blocked my vision; something didn't let me see it. |
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Today is Mother’s Day
It’s great for you to go out With your kids and play You get gifts and rest Because you know that you are Loved best from the rest |
A stone full of emotion
In the heart now set in motion
A block rolled down a stone As she whimpers in a soft tone Blocking up her feelings for so long Feeling like she didn’t belong |
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More than a book,
a Torah or two, more than just reciting prayers in a foreign language |
The butterfly danced in front of me gleaming in the golden sun.
I glimpsed it for a second, it was a whisper... All alone and one |
As I light my candles.
I know. I know that in a house somewhere there's no one lighting... |
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In the dark
streets
My heart beats I ask myself When is Moshiach going to come? |
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As we mourn together in pain,
Self-absorbed- not wanting to gain. How can we move on? See life unfold while they are gone. |
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How can you just pretend
and lie to yourself when the truth is everything you think is not true it's fantasy it's fiction it's fake and when you know you're about to break |
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I stare
Wistfully at the painting in which my grandmother is depicted waiting for the memories to come |
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The songs of Zion call us
A melody of hope, of peace A Shir-HaShirim [Song of Songs] to our land The place for us to live, to feast |
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When I am lost in my brain,
I sob for an exit or a chance And for all those who say I am insane. I lay here, drowning in the mind dance |
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A reflection on the Merkaz Harav terror attack that claimed the lived of eight Jewish boys.
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With every visit,
every passing, life went by a little too fast, every night and every day, I felt the pain when you went away |
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They tell me there’s a place
Along a broken sea Where my heart is beating Waiting. |
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Our hearts are doomed to beat and break
And I know that with every breath I take, I owe it all to you! |
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Does G-d have friends to stand by his side?
Does G-d have friends to help him when he cries? Does G-d have friends he can trust and tell everything to? |
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There is a special hand I have been given to hold, warm and loving and gentle.
It pains me when I hear people scorn this loving soul. When I cry he asks me why, I cannot tell him. |
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The following poem was written for an 8th grade school assignment in a Wisconsin public school where the students had been studying about the Holocaust...
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She peeks into the valley
From which all she can see. Silence seeps into the night. Unassured, She obscures behind the dark curtain. |
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"Will you be with me forever, Grandma?"
she whispered, her breath was hot on my face, my hands clammed up, tears streaming down my wrinkles, |
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My throat feels tight,
My eyes are about to burst, but I wont let them spill, I wont, I can’t |
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At the end of my week,
When life is a blur of speed, There is Shabbat |
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As the trees swing their branches
Violently in the roaring wind Dust and dirt getting in your eyes Preventing you from being able to see The path to your home |
