Anne Frank Poems:
Anne in Hiding
Secrets Secrets Secrets So many to keep. Quiet Quiet Quiet. Mustn’t make a peep. Step here, here, and here But not over there. Musn’t make a creak Or everyone will hear. Avoid him, him and her, Or prepare for a debate. Musn’t start an argument For there is no time for hate. Longing, Longing, Longing, For anything that’s new, Longing longing loning, For fresh air and a sky of blue. Hiding, hiding, hiding, That’s what we must do. Worry Worry Worry For the day when hiding turns to finding Of me you and you. |
Anne Discovered
Run, run, run. My feet are stuck, The gun and the stare, Keep them standing there. Run, run run. My feet want to fly, Run, run, run. But all I do is stand here and cry. Run, run, run. My mind is screaming, Run, run, run, Yet all I do is stand here pleading. Run, run, run. Why can I not think straight? Run, run, run. Why does this have to be my fate? Run, run, run. Far away from here. Run, run, run. Far away from the pain and the fear. |
Dear Diary (Anne in Camp)
Work, Work, Work. That is all we do. Work, work, work. No time for sleep, or even food. Dig, dig, dig. We dig holes for the dead. Dig, dig, dig. As they toss them over my head. Death, Death, death. We see it all day long. Death, death, death. It’s familiar to us, like a childhood song. Why, why, why? Is the question I think, Why, why, why? Can’t we just have one drink? Sleep, sleep, sleep. Is what I dream of all day. Sleep, sleep, sleep. Just like the people we lay. Hope, hope, hope Is what I must do, Hope hope hope To finish this challenge, and come home to you |
The Word
I cannot say that word That everyone uses freely I cannot say that word I cannot say it easily I will not say that word That word that always rings I will not say that word That word that always stings I could say it now, But only if I must I should not say it now For if I do, I might lose your trust. Hate. Hate is that word of which I speak. Hate is that word that leaves you weak. It is that word that drips from your lips, And into another’s heart it slips Blackening it. Hurting it. I cannot and will not say that word again, But I shall try another. If you listen close, You can hear it from your mother Or from your sister or your brother Or simply from a friend. This word can bend, and end But most importantly, It can mend. Love. Love is the word of which I speak. Love is the word that brings joy to the meek It is the word that drips from your lips, And into another’s heart it slips Warming it. Swelling it. Love not Hate It’s not a debate Hate tears us down, Love turns us around. Haven’t you heard? Spread the word Love. |
The World Would Be a Better Place If…
If we were all equal Women or men Rich or poor Black or white Gay or straight Flee or fight If we were all equal The world would be a better place If we were at peace No fighting and destruction No displacement or weakness No pain and suffering No one barely striving and always struggling Only kindness and loving As if comfort was something and not nothing If we were at peace The world would be a better place If there was a cure No more loss of dopamine and uncontrollable shaking No more tiny coffins and parents’ hearts breaking No more chemo therapy or radiation, Steroid injections or anti-retroviral medications No more muscular atrophy or loss of speech No more stigma or rush to judgment No loss of recognition or time spent If there was a cure The world would be a better place If there was no hunger No more starving babies and bloated bellies No more empty cabinets or hollowed eyes No more walking skeletons or malnutrition No need for free lunches or soup kitchens No more food drops or emergency missions A bountiful table and blessings for all If there was no hunger The world would be a better place Equality Peace A cure No hunger With these, the world would be a better place |
Books
Books are my passion I escape to the stories inside I like them more than any old fashion Books fill me with sorrow and pride They make me want to take charge and go into action Or simple stay home and hide Books take me from faction to faction, They take me worldwide And from reaction to reaction Books teach me about who loved and who lied They teach me about wanting and satisfaction and about who lived and who died. Books are not as simple as addition or subtraction They are more complex than any problem or anything that will coincide And more complex than any fraction Books are the things that make me laugh and make me cry They are the things that keep me from friends and interactions And they are the things that make me wait and standby Books are what cause inputs and retractions |
Middle School
Why do the girls have to be so mean? Is it because of the attention received? Or because of the satisfaction from the shrills of tortured screams? Why are the boys so oblivious? Is it something I said in times previous? Or because they are too caught up in being mischievous? Why do the teachers teach the way they do? Is it because it is no longer about letters and the knot in my shoe, But about phrases, praises, and mathematical equations? Why does my skin get so red? Even when I wash it before bed? I don’t understand it, even when scratching my head! Middle school is, middle school was, And middle school always will be A place of how, why, and when will he... Although middle school doesn't give you a choice, It does give you a path, a style, and a voice. I give you this last sliver of advice, That I do believe will suffice, Keep your head high and just TRY to be nice |
Change
Change is when night turns to day,
And when April turns to May
Change
Is what we do when we grow
And is what we do when we go
Change
If someone doesn’t approve
When I try to follow my own groove
Change
Can feel like a knife in the back
Or it can make up for what we lack
Change
Is what you have done
And now you have rewined all of my fun
Change
Is what I will do
To get away from terrible you
Change
As my life goes one
And as I get pushed and shoved along
Change is when night turns to day,
And when April turns to May
Change
Is what we do when we grow
And is what we do when we go
Change
If someone doesn’t approve
When I try to follow my own groove
Change
Can feel like a knife in the back
Or it can make up for what we lack
Change
Is what you have done
And now you have rewined all of my fun
Change
Is what I will do
To get away from terrible you
Change
As my life goes one
And as I get pushed and shoved along