New York School Poem
Taking a walk with you is more fun than going to HEB or Alamo Drafthouse. On our walks we can go anywhere we want. I see the storm drains and I remember the time my flip-flop fell down on a rainy day when I was younger. Times were simpler then. A box of Sunny-D juice could make me the happiest and was one of the things I loved most back then.
Some days we go further and see downtown. Homeless people dealing with their vices, addictions, and problems.
Were times ever simple? Or was I simply not aware? Have I been sleeping my whole life? Why didn’t you tell me?
Yet I continue walking down these streets I’ve grown so accustomed to. The elaborately painted guitars that connect me to Austin’s music history. Celebrities like Willie Nelson have walked down streets like South Congress, 4th or 6th street. Each statue and storefront ties me to the vibrant street life at Austin’s core.
I walk further and see tourists along Lady bird Lake, posing for pictures with the Austin Skyline in the background. To my right I can hear them say “dude come on don’t give me such a fake smile, I need something for the gram” The skyscrapers have become a natural part of the Austin sky.
I love walking with you
Prose Poems
I rise up from the dead. I Tear the sheets away from me. I disconnect my phone from it’s snake. And I am at peace.
Prose Poem
It lays there continuously looking at me. It judges me I know it. I’ve spent nights pouring over the information inside. It contains so much knowledge, yet I don’t care. Color explodes in perfect lines all around it. It’s wrinkled, old and ugly. Some of the edges are even torn off.
20 Little Prompts
The table behind my TV is Dusty like furniture in an abandoned house. I’m sitting on my couch thinking that my phone only works because I’m a virgo. I looked out the window and saw my soft cat smelling the bluebonnets in the yard, then cocked his head to listen to the singing birds, tasting the grass around him. From my seat I could feel the clouds in the sky, and hear the testimonies of used furniture. Then I thought of random facts and realized that Beyoncรฉ Knowles was born in Houston Texas. But now my phone won’t work. Maybe I could go to China because iPhones were made in China. Not middlebury. I saw yet another story in the newspaper about how vaccines cause autism. My mom came back home from the store and I asked “Did you secure the bag?” When I was at the zoo the grumpy lion was feeling really lonely. He roared quietly like a trumpet. Beyoncรฉ is so idolized, it’s almost as if she can fly. Mon can think of some crazy things sometimes. In another time, maybe she’ll be able to understand her thoughts. And that carnivorous computer she has will be gone. But the sun only rises at midnight. Everyone’s telling me to calm down but Je suis Calme! The letters on the paper that I was writing danced off the page, as I sit on my couch.
Love Poem
My cat’s rejected me. He’s
left his usual spot. While
he’s gone my mind wanders in circles.
This is the first kind of rejection I’ve
ever encountered. In his absence
I feel nothing. Time seems to
move slower than usual.
I have nothing to do so I
sleep. I wait patiently hoping for his
return. He never comes back. He sits
on my parents bed instead. He really
only ever cares about bedsheets. Or so
I thought. Eventually, as if
he’s read my mind, he returns to me.
Sunny Afternoon in the Spring
Childhood memory
It was an average sunny afternoon in the spring. The students patiently awaiting for the teacher to speak. Excitement radiates off my mere existence.
Weโre sitting at our desks. Wood shiny and worn underneath. Spelling notebooks out. At the front of the room there is a slideshow about word definitions.
The teacher, austere yet unwaveringly kind, reads aloud. Her voice reasonant throughout the room asking the class what the word is for someone who is very giving. She asks, yet no response. Many students sit at their desks, puzzled.
I sit at my desk with my red notebook and suddenly a lightbulb goes off in my head. Generous. The word about giving to others. I knew the answer yet I did not speak aloud, I had already answered a definition that day and I was sure that there must be another word for giving, so I let that word opportunity go.
The teacher finally gives up on out knowing and finally says,โGenerous.โ I sit at my desk in stunned silence. Iโd let an opportunity to show off my skills go to waste because I didnโt want to be seen as a show-off. I was disappointed, but it was only an average sunny afternoon in the spring.
Pillow
Childhood Memory
When I was eight, I got a lavender
unicorn pillow for Christmas.
I waited with big bright eyes like saucers.
It arrived in a brown cardboard box.
with a smile on the side that could seal my fate.
At first, I didn’t know what was inside.
I was disappointed in the wrapping job, because
my parents hadn’t wrapped it. Once I had opened the
box, I held the pillow up like a trophy. I squealed
in excitement. I was shocked at the gift I had gotten.
It was a big step up from the forgotten dreams of
gifts that I didn’t get, and never would, from my past.
When I was eight, my hopes and dreams could
all be met by a simple package from from Amazon,
with the gift I wanted the most.
I ran to my room afterwards so that I could
sleep with my unicorn pilow pet, that back then
was soft as a million feathers. That unicorn
was the center of my universe, my most
beautiful moment in life.
Two Word Poem Assignment
Rollercoaster
Ocean
Two Word Poem
Book
Flytrap
Abstract Noun Assignment
Betrayal
night. He wears many faces and comes in many forms.
You never know when he may strike.
He hides behind your window,
and deep inside your mind.
He could come in the form of a best
friend, or even someone you like.
You can’t hang out with him for long, or pretty soon he’ll have
you lying too.
Riddle
Backpack
I am old and faded.
Emptied and filled every
day. I’ve seen
many things but I
have no eyes.
Circle Poem Assignment
Tinntinabulation
Bells
Angel
Wings
Theater
Tickets
Parking
Yellow
Submarine
Ocean
Seagull
Bird
Raven
Poe
Circle Poem Assignment
Tangled
Hair
Brush
Paint
Canvas
White
Teeth
Fake
Fantasy
Rapunzel
Passing Time
Homework poem assignment
By Monica Martinez
She fills the twining words with relatives
both living and dead, a testament to her
old age. I sit and listen to what she has
to say before old age takes her away
Eventually, the stories become broken up
and wrinkled like paper cast aside but
youโre not giving up and neither am I
The Journey
16 word poem assignment
By Monica Martinez
Somewhere out there
There is an ant,
Inching away to
Get to a seemingly
Unreachable destination
Sassy Succulents 