Sudanese Community Youth Poetry and Writing Workshop
Malba Ali 14 yrs Old
I am proud to say that I was greatly amazed, by how much fun it was! Honestly this was the first time I've been exposed to poetry with a different perspective. Before I use to strongly dislike poetry with a passion, ever since the writing workshop I've learned to look at poetry as not only Hakui's or Sonnet's, but a way to be able to express ourselves.
To be able to basically create an emotional connection. Not only with ourselves, but the readers!
The people there and also professors created a healthy caring, and nurturing environment. I loved how at the end we were able to share one others poems. Here is actually the poem I wrote. The prompt was ; Write about a place that you know a lot about, a place that you can feel although you are your true self. Then right a letter to your self from that place, as of what it may know about you. If only there was a next time. Count me in! (:
The Unknown Place
This palce can be as beautiful as you want it to be
or as horrid as you imagine it
i'm not sure where this palce is
or how I get there.
The name remains a mystery,
or may just be history
I've known about this place for years...
and still countinuesly visit it everyday.
Some days it's poring,
some days it's blue
it smells like a summer breeze
only if I you want it to.
On bad days they're storms
like no other
even when the wind blows you can hear the slightest of sounds roar.
Listen to their screams
as they reveal a story as to which they appel.
On the other hand there are magnificent days too.
When the skies are blue
and the moon is crystal clear,
when the stars shine brighter than Rihanna's diamonds,
You are at peace
it fills with peace
I am at peace.
Yes days like those exist in this Unknow Place.
Dear "The Lost Girl,"
From the getgo I knew who you were.
You thought you were lost,
but you were really home ...
You are at home,
I am where you belong.
I know how you feel.
On the days you're sad,
I cry
when I cry it rains
when it rains it is no longer beautiful
I am no longer beautiful.
As the rain drops from the sky
and splatter across your cheek.
You can hear my screams
but you ignore it
you confuse my cries, for your concience
but you are wrong.
When your frowns upside down
it is beautiful
I am beautiful
As the sunshines in your eyes
you think it's "bright"
little did you know that the sun is blinded by your joy.
Your smile is brighter than the glistening stars.
Your laugh perpentrate's the meaning of life
When you are excited
it is exciting
I am excited
Lastly, but still least
when you are outraged
the storms swoop by
as the trees violently smash cars, and homes
as the cracks swallow those who've made you feel this way.
It smells like the sewer pipes have exploded
the air is humid
the sky is darker
the lightning brightens it with a big flash.
When you are terrified
it is terrifing
with a moments despire
I become terrified
and destroy anything I see.
In a blink of an eye!
The skies are blue again
the waves are still crashing against the rocks,
it all just smells like heaven in a box.
When you blinked
it blacked out
I took a deep breathe
and changed the winds.
I know how you feel
I know who you are
you are not lost
you have been found
I found you
you are home,
where you belong.
"I am the Window to your soul."
- The Unknown Place...
Malba Ali 14 yrs Old
I am proud to say that I was greatly amazed, by how much fun it was! Honestly this was the first time I've been exposed to poetry with a different perspective. Before I use to strongly dislike poetry with a passion, ever since the writing workshop I've learned to look at poetry as not only Hakui's or Sonnet's, but a way to be able to express ourselves.
To be able to basically create an emotional connection. Not only with ourselves, but the readers!
The people there and also professors created a healthy caring, and nurturing environment. I loved how at the end we were able to share one others poems. Here is actually the poem I wrote. The prompt was ; Write about a place that you know a lot about, a place that you can feel although you are your true self. Then right a letter to your self from that place, as of what it may know about you. If only there was a next time. Count me in! (:
The Unknown Place
This palce can be as beautiful as you want it to be
or as horrid as you imagine it
i'm not sure where this palce is
or how I get there.
The name remains a mystery,
or may just be history
I've known about this place for years...
and still countinuesly visit it everyday.
Some days it's poring,
some days it's blue
it smells like a summer breeze
only if I you want it to.
On bad days they're storms
like no other
even when the wind blows you can hear the slightest of sounds roar.
Listen to their screams
as they reveal a story as to which they appel.
On the other hand there are magnificent days too.
When the skies are blue
and the moon is crystal clear,
when the stars shine brighter than Rihanna's diamonds,
You are at peace
it fills with peace
I am at peace.
Yes days like those exist in this Unknow Place.
Dear "The Lost Girl,"
From the getgo I knew who you were.
You thought you were lost,
but you were really home ...
You are at home,
I am where you belong.
I know how you feel.
On the days you're sad,
I cry
when I cry it rains
when it rains it is no longer beautiful
I am no longer beautiful.
As the rain drops from the sky
and splatter across your cheek.
You can hear my screams
but you ignore it
you confuse my cries, for your concience
but you are wrong.
When your frowns upside down
it is beautiful
I am beautiful
As the sunshines in your eyes
you think it's "bright"
little did you know that the sun is blinded by your joy.
Your smile is brighter than the glistening stars.
Your laugh perpentrate's the meaning of life
When you are excited
it is exciting
I am excited
Lastly, but still least
when you are outraged
the storms swoop by
as the trees violently smash cars, and homes
as the cracks swallow those who've made you feel this way.
It smells like the sewer pipes have exploded
the air is humid
the sky is darker
the lightning brightens it with a big flash.
When you are terrified
it is terrifing
with a moments despire
I become terrified
and destroy anything I see.
In a blink of an eye!
The skies are blue again
the waves are still crashing against the rocks,
it all just smells like heaven in a box.
When you blinked
it blacked out
I took a deep breathe
and changed the winds.
I know how you feel
I know who you are
you are not lost
you have been found
I found you
you are home,
where you belong.
"I am the Window to your soul."
- The Unknown Place...
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