A lyric poem is a poem that expresses images and emotion — no story or characters. Here are some examples recently written by GCAA creative writers:
The soft colors are inspiring
They Scream with no sound
It’s like whispering through a megaphone
My favorite are the dark colors
They are still staring silhouettes
They’re the shadows people are afraid of
They speak your darkest secrets and your strongest dreams
Purple is the blend of souls
It is the poisonous fruits from the ground
Purple I also see as the kiss burnt on dead cheeks
Pink makes you think
Princess tea parties
Green the smell of a spring clean
Sneezes from daisies
Blinking away the sun and calming winds
Orange smells of just that
Sights of harsh fake tans
Sunsets make drowning nights grand
Red is hot like a pie pan
Marina gliding over crust morphing for epic taste
A jagged accident in the psychotically closed doors
Turquoise bursts like dolphins from its blooming ocean waves
Morpho Amathonte wings as it’s released towards the sun
Cat eyes peering into your soul looking for the karma of your universe
Yellow stars farther than the sun
Bright as lights shining through your eyes
Aroma of toasted bread
Lemons stinging juices spread
Smoky eyed mists
or something hidden beyond this
Brown is the ground
Thicker than all sound
Tears of the neglect of its inhabitants
Beige are wilting leaves
Serenading guitars music
Whispers of nothing flourish through your brain
Something so intriguing it drives the world insane
Blue as my feelings
Dealing with the reality that life isn’t a dream
Love is a figment of our imagination
It’s not always as it seems
14 Ways to Look at Books
Many people believe books are
That they are as twisted as a spider’s glistening web,
Each delicate strand, an unfathomable concept, woven into others.
However, from cover to cover they are
Of realms never navigated,
Murmurs of imaginings,
Never before brought to the light.
Each word is a single bead of water,
Suspended among many, many others of its kind.
Each chapter, a vast sea crested with white,
Powerful and bottomless.
Books are portals
Into the subconscious of another being.
An uncensored view of their most personal visions,
And their most grotesque fears.
Books, like people, tend to echo one another.
They are inclined to intercept ideas,
And twist them into something new.
As in any healthy ecosystem, books feed off one another to survive.
Thus, we hear stories of the Princess and the Knight in Shining Armour,
And in the next generation, we see a Princess save herself.
These are the breaths
A book heaves.
They are living creatures,
Creations born from the minds of fearless dreamers.
The one and only desire of a book,
To be taken up,
To be devoured,
Page by page.
To be fodder for minds and souls,
To give life to the dormant book-to-bes that reside in one’s mind.
Often, people find themselves hungry and do not realize why.
Only a few understand
That they crave words,
That they ache for wisdom.
A good book
Does not leave you satiated,
But starved for more.
This is the purpose of a book.
This is the blood that pulses through its veins.
So let us answer the hunger.
Let us delve into a million words.
We’re all Beautiful YET so different,
we’re paying for things in life like it’s
Like the girl who so beautiful she don’t
even know it,
lusting for a guy but afraid to show it.
What about the girl who thinks she’s so
ugly she just wants to die,
but too young and pretty to say goodbye.
In the dark a girl was abused and it made
almost forgotten but realized she a beautiful
There’s a girl we may think is perfect all around,
until you see her attitude baby bring it down.
Bring it back up to see the girl with no hair,
Bald is beautiful baby tell them you don’t care.
And to the girl judged for her size,
Work babygirl ignore the lies.
Pregnant girl who alone because the daddy shook,
Mama God with you just look.
Take a moment and look into the background,
There’s a girl you never see,
She’s going to shine one day and something she
Fast girl there she go running because that’s all she
you only have one body treat it right.
Maybe she’s one of the girls that got kicked out the
use it as a lesson you not dumb.
Every girl is different yet the same,
These guys got y’all thinking like we to blame.
Girl is to guy,
Beauty is nothing you can buy.
Keep that in mind and quit acting shy.
Thirteen Ways of Looking at My Family
They went through several lawyers,
Thousands of dollars,
And too much emotional baggage just
So I could live with them.
Fighting for me,
Money isn’t even a concern,
They just want me to stay.
Everyday, I am checked on.
Making sure I am physically and emotionally
healthy is a job.
As I go out of the door each morning,
I hear my mom and dad saying something
encouraging for me, as if they are my
Supporting my decisions,
No matter what consequences I could get.
Supporting my passions and aspirations,
Always being on my back so they can get me
closer to my goals.
No matter the mistakes I’ve made,
I’ll always know my parents’ arms will
squeeze around me,
that I will always be loved.
Having inside jokes together,
As if my mom is my real mother.
Although she isn’t the mom that raised me,
she is my best friend.
The person I run to when I need help,
The one who teaches me new things daily,
And makes sure I love myself.
Getting me out of the house,
Placing me in nature settings.
Kayaking, fishing, swimming, and traveling,
They teach me to love the world.
Dropping everything for my physical health,
Being anemic isn’t easy.
Holding my hnd during bloodtests and
always making sure I have enough food
in my body is only a small portion
of what they do for me.
Knowing who I’m with at all times,
Being sure I’m wearing a seatbelt
and my car doors are locked when
I drive away.
Knowing my friends are the right type of people
because my parents are those type of people.
Hanging out with boys alone that I don’t
know is a no.
Being with people who could burst
my bubble and get me in trouble is
No leaving the house with a crop top or
short shorts but
sometimes their overprotectiveness is appreciated.
Always reminding me to practice for competition
and to run to be ready for enlisting,
and helping me study for navy applications.
They’ve provided me with a life
I never thought I’d have.
A mother who cares, parents to come home to,
Food on the table and a real chance
A map for my future that spells out
My parents’ guidance,
I unfold my map of life as I begin my
Thirteen Ways of Looking at My Sister, Ella
Through the crowd of small children,
The one child that caught
was the tall, beautiful Ella
I had always had two personas,
like a sour patch kid
in which she had always been the sweet ride.
Her small figure waltzed into the quiet room.
Only her happiness filling the atmosphere.
Her big, bright smile melting
hearts as it goes.
Leaving a trail of delight
on the desolate people it knows.
Whether it’s her presence that interests,
No one knows
Or maybe it’s the contentment she brings
One of a kind is truly her form.
Ella isn’t just a sister
But a life source
Like a snap of the fingers
She, like a conscience, influences one.
The beauty of the soul
So pure and innocent
The reflection of myself
One I cannot forget
Just eight years ago
A miracle was born,
Now she’s up and thriving,
Please don’t grow up.
Soon she’ll be grown
A fully developed daisy
Simple, but sweet
Her serenity leaving one crazy
She’ll be out and about
Away and all alone
A beautiful, mature adult
Who is capable of everything I know.
Sweet Ella, sweet Ella
How’d you manage it all?
To be a reason someone pushes
instead of giving up.
The world is changing slowly
and so is she.
It was a Saturday afternoon
It was raining
And that’s all it did.
Ella looks at me and smiles
Please don’t grow up kid.
Thirteen Ways of Looking at Failure
Breakin my phone
Make sure you don’t break it
Echoes as it breaks
Algebra an annoying little
The F on my paper gloating
in my face.
Friends like shoes and socks
They fit each each other
Miles between us
a strong bond
The empty pocket in my soul
The crazy thoughts in my mind
Fresh air passing through my
Empty heart going insane
An uncertain future
that can’t just write itself
The tricky pass that’s a mess
The life I perceive is like
The parents that are troubled
the relation that fumbled
The 22 years of care
The 2 lives that were spared.
The water fell from the sky
The tears that made me
The disappointment and lies
The people are not kind
The heartbreak that cracked
the feelings that passed.
The bike my brother used
The rocks I threw
The stopped red car
Wheels that went pop
Brother hit the car
Mom hit me hard.
$80 that was spent
The broke-ness I get
$80 I could have saved
The contacts I wear
harder they were
Eyes gave up
Mind going crazy
Eyes went lazy.
Spelling bee that was lost
Words that were cost
Money I could’ve got
The more insane I fought.
New school I went
The more depressed I get
No friends to love
No mind of my own
Dog that passed
My face was masked
Dying more inside
I had to hide.
Thirteen Ways of Looking at Beyoncé
5’4 with beautiful brown skin
long honey brown hair with
little tiny moles on her neck
The most confident, talented woman I know
Independent and loyal
Beautiful and creative person
Singer, dancer all in one
Songwriter that’s ready to have some fun
Creative and imaginative
That’s what she is
But everything she does is her biz
Born September 4, 1981
From Dallas Texas
Born to be a star
Performed in various competitions
She’s a virgo
She started a long time ago
High school for the Performing and Visual
And you already know she’s a sweetheart
Married to the one and only Jay-Z
Released her album Lemonade
April 2016 marks that date
Joined a group when she was younger
called Girlz Tyme
Then formed a group called Destiny’s
Best friends aka sisters with Michelle
Making the best girl group songs
Have 6 albums now
Had an alter ego named Shasha Fierce
Have her own clothing line named
Lemonade and when she was younger
it was Dereon.
The daughter of Tina and Matthew
Knowles and sister of Solange Knowles
and little do you know big sister of
her brother Nixon Knowles.
Has a daughter named Blue Ivy named
after the tree she grew up with.
Had a miscarriage and made a song called
Heart Beat and made a song after
Blue called God Made You Beautiful.
The one and only Beyoncé Giselle
the queen of them all.
So don’t try to compete.
The best entertainer of them all
She gets back up every time she
She is the
Thirteen Ways People Perceive Blacks
You walk down the street
in a black hoodie & that’s
a target on your back.
You walk down the street and
you never know if
you’re gonna get clapped at.
It seems like when we take
we always seem to take
Black Lives Matter
anything about it.
We live in a world where AmeriKKKA
and people thinking white men taking innocent black lives away is
DVDs, CDs, Cigarellos
Just a few reasons
why our brothers are getting
The streets are no longer safe.
I can’t just ride my bike down a hill and not expect to be looked
White men in badges
hold all the power
It’s evident that the taking black lives away is a
I’m not loud or gang affiliated.
Does that make me a
This generation still
feels like the early
because of our color.
When we bomb back
It’s a problem but when
they do it
they get praised for it.
They take out lives
innocent family, friends
I don’t want any
of my friends/family
looking at me with
I stand up for black
men like to throw knives.
Thirteen Ways to Look at Christ
My mind is filled with confusing
paves a clear path
for me to follow.
He separates the light from the dark
the good from the bad. He’s the Light of the
I am a storm
He calms my waves
He calms my life.
An eternal flame.
Everyone’s going through a refining fire
Sooner or later,
but you’ll be well-preserved, protected. Preserve
Everyone is different everyone looks
different. All the different colors
of a kaleidoscope intertwine creating
a beautiful picture.
A cool breeze.
When I feel myself slip
I feel a gentle cool breeze
that somehow reassures me.
that you love me.
Everything around me is bland boring
beautiful, infallible Christ.
He’s like waves
onto my unpure shores
Every beat my heart takes
is for Him.
When the troubles of the dark,
cruel world happen he shields
me with his long eagle wings.
He conducts my symphony he
calls the shots he tells me where
to go. When to calm down and
when to shine.
Eleven Ways of Looking at The Sunset
Symbol of life
Looks of wonder
The sight of a sunset
at 8:00 pm
reminds me of happiness
To lie there
under the clouds
When sky and sun
they create beauty and color.
Chem trails in the sky
Forming false clouds
embarrassing the sunset
Makes my soul dance
Sun in highest peak
Shimmering on my skin
Smell of fresh
Summer fills the air.
Colors of blue,
pink and orange
fills the sky.
Embracing the sunset
I accept the unknown
The things I don’t know.
Staring at the clouds
The sky fades them
Life is just as beautiful
as a sunset if you let
Nine Ways of looking at The Image
You give a realistic smile while your heart cries
Don’t sweat too much you’ll mess up your…
Real diamond and pearls for pretty girls.
Here use this on your face it’ll cover your
Don’t forget to use the hi-light to shine
bright in the light
The hour glass figure using corsets to get
Nine Ways of Looking at Gender
as she stepped sheepishly
for the first
into the girls’ bathroom.
off her brow as another
woman glanced nervously
at her obviously broad shoulders.
At only twelve years old
She is forced to blanket
her frail shoulders because
little boys with
need to focus in class.
With his chin quivering
He looks longingly at his
hands that only two
minutes ago held his
favorite doll that was snatched
by his old school father
Being drug through the department
She read the dreaded word
“Intimates” up above. After wrestling
with the idea with her mom all
morning she finally came to
terms that modesty was more important
than being comfortable
Closing up at work
to walk outside with keys
weaved between her fingers
just in case a hidden shadow
were to attack.
His children were terrified
of him after creeping into
his room while he squeezed into
his wife’s red sequin tube dress
The other girls in class pulled
at her short hair and baggy sports
clothes spatting the word dyke.
Staring at herself in the mirror
She examined her pasty skin pulling
at what her mother teased as
her “trouble spots.”
Walking onto the field she looked
at the other small bodied kids
on the team she breathed in the
cold air coming to peace with
being the only girl on the
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Tree
The way the wind moves
every branch ever so slightly
How it looks like they are dancing
When a storm comes and
a tree has to use its every root
to hold itself to the ground.
A tree knows more than
the oldest man
Seen more than
an owl’s eyes
Every tall tree
has years upon it
Every circle in their
trunk is a year of knowledge
They take the sun’s rays
as if they need it to survive
The water goes through
their roots like blood goes through veins
Every branch bends
as the wind blows them
Sometimes when the wind blows too hard
branches come down with rage
Every year that goes back
the more years the tree adds on
When a tree gets older
the roots become weaker
Bark is like a tree’s shield
it blocks in every bit of knowledge
The bark is a shield
because it blocks in every year
The roots are uplifted
no life left in them
They lay there for hours
while the life drains out of them
Every seed is their child
When the mother is ready
She sprinkles them
and they fly till they hit the ground.
They are hard to the core
They won’t let anyone in
and won’t let anything show
Fall is a messy season for trees
The leaves fall one by one
Making the ground look red and yellow
Till the tree is bare
has nothing else to lose.
Trees stand still
day and night
Nothing to do
and bored to their roots
Twenty Ways to Look at a Spider
Oh hello, I want to be your friend!
I just got here, from outside
where it’s cold and dangerous
Do you mind if I hide here a while?
I’ll eat all your flies
Hey where are you going?
Oh, it’s a surprise!
What’s that can of spray you’re holding?
Ahhhhhh! My eyes!
You pick up that pink pump you’ve
for Becky’s wedding,
The one from the pair you’ve been keeping
in the box, pristine and untouched
worth every penny of the $189 you
No thought in your mind
smash it against the wall!
Over and over and over
AAhhgghh! Kill it! Kill it!
I work all night to spin my web
and in the day it blows away
I work all night to fix my web
And then a fox claws it away
At night I make another web,
A bird flies through and tears it down
I work to make another web
It rains and water pounds it down
I find a cozy place inside
My webs are not disturbed in here
As long as they are very high
And you can’t see them over here
They’re hidden well, from here I spy
They’re hidden well, from here I spy
Until you face me
Eyes to eye.
In your banana bag here I lie
Out of your banana crawl I
Honey get the broom, it’s big as a cat!
You happened upon it
There it lies, across the opening
at the top of your rain boots
Or in the finger
of your gardening gloves.
In all those hidden places
you never think to check,
100s of feet in the air
hanging by a thread of silk
living life on the literal edge
of the 31st floor
It was cold
winter had come
spread its snow
As a cap
to St. Louis rooftops.
I slept to the
of melted memories
sliding through the
cracks and crevices
of my mended roof
as I fell asleep
dreamed and dreamed
It was wintertime
walking in the still dark light
moving past a darkened corner,
happened upon a spider
it clung to its web
As if the cold would knock it away
into the oblivion of the winter whiteness
“Me too little guy,”
It reaches out with pointed leg
extended like a careful dancer,
pulling itself along
the silken tightrope
gazing at the world in fractured vision
with eyes that saw
and legs that danced
Crawls across room
I cheer it on under my breath
Go go go!
so near to the corner, under that chair
Just make it!
You can do it
No one notice it
Bird eats spider
Spider eats bird
Cold black eyes
A black orb in a plastic prison
Red hourglass tells time
Red hourglass bursts,
A wooden stake
Smashing it into oblivion
“But I named it after you!”
A spider clings
to sky blue glass
A spider clings
Chill out dude
Nerve of steel
There is no place we will not go
We are spiders
Hear us bark
The spider and the fly were wed
It was 24 hours of marital bliss
and a closed casket funeral
A spider hangs in the branch of a tree
overlooking the world in quiet
I reach for a banana full of hunger
I drop the banana
for fear of spiders
She sees a spider.
Her eyes follow it across the floor
She watches as it enters my line of vision
she says in apology,
Her eyes give that
“What can you do?”
Sort of message, shrug
As she gets up,
fetches a tissue.
I smile as if I don’t know
What she’s about to do
I say inside my head
Maybe she’ll leave it
But she doesn’t.
It doesn’t make a sound,
But I can hear it in my mind.
Trying not to think about it,
Do spiders see in 5D?
With 4 eyes glinting in the light,
If 2 eyes see in 3D sight,
Spiders must see 5D right?
Nine Ways of Looking at Myself
I’m the best at the sport
I catch, I pass and never hit the grass
Started at the age of 5
Trap music fills my ears
Slow and hard music and beats
Old as the game itself
An 8 hour prison
Mandatory by state
Putting visual thoughts on paper
Magic hand made pictures
Expression without words
Leaves the scars but also heals them
A small community inside a community
Everyone has a story to tell
Beliefs in something you can’t see
A tingle in your skin without a touch
Practice spiritual training
40 with a mop
AK been erasing blocks since the 90s
Glock 38 different from a 48
I like macs more than tecs, they don’t shoot the same
Extensions of yourself
People that’s close to you that you don’t pick
I got called daddy, but I’m nobody’s father
You got that n— name, but you don’t see that n— face
Hope I never be a daddy
Thirteen Ways of Viewing Your Mom
Someone you can come to about anything
Someone who’s shoulders you can cry on.
Someone you can call and she’ll answer.
Always on her way to work
Working long days and long nights
Raising her children all her own.
Knowing that you are young and silly
Knowing that you will make silly mistakes.
Punishing you because she wants you to learn.
Picking you up from school when you get sick
Giving you medicine to feel better
Making soup on the stove just for you
Giving you advice
Telling you what’s a good idea and what’s not
Helping you stay on the right path.
Asking her what dress you should wear.
Asking her what color “best compliments your brown skin”
Matching her fly.
Aiming at anyone trying to hurt you
Firing at anyone that touches you
Creating a hole in their flesh.
Protection from the World
Protecting you from never forgetting hurtful words.
Protecting you from the person taking away your joy
Keeping you from the cold
Protecting you from the creeps in the night
Taking you from dance practice to the movies
Keeping you from taking public.
Heating up, turning red
Doing something you’re not supposed to
Bursting into flames when you make her mad
Coming home from long days at school
Venting to her about pointless girl drama
Helping you cope with being a teen.
Eight Ways to Look at Boxing
Slip move must
get out the
Show them you
can’t be hit and
you can be the
When it come to
you and boxing ring
what do you stand for because
me, it’s about strength
and desire and who
can last the longest
It’s a must to have
a gold metal it’s a
must you train you get
all the way in
you get all the way
out in this sport it’s
no in between
Being in shape
is the key being
in the ring with
a lot of energy
Then all you
see it. Five judges
and flash light
and you coach yell.
Hit her with a
jab, hit her with
all you got let’s
get on a move
you got this
stop and think
boxing it’s like
a bike without
and I must
Ten Ways of Looking at Dance
fingers tensed, torso
Pointe shoes, or
leaping over vallies
toes clenched in
feet fluttering like
Bojangles & Fred Astaire
Popping and locking
feeling that beat run
through your body
sway back leads to a new
Bruised and bleeding
purple and red
all to slide into
a pink satin slipper
long hours every night
Diet plans to keep
the weight away
Classes, companies, and
all competing for a
that can be gone
in one wrong
Make sure your arms are
(I say back)
You’re not trying your hardest
(he says back)
I accept it with a
but then go home
because I AM
but sadness it
An art form
but also a life
Fourteen Ways of Looking at Being Gay
It’s a sin
You’re going to hell
Old white woman
calls herself a Christian
soft full lips say
Our feminine brown hands
The love is
The love is
All eyes on
We give them
His hands in his
Her hands in hers
one and the same
He gets mugged
Disgust on their faces
He walks with grace
She gets shunned
by her mother
This isn’t the way I
Too self-assured to care
course he has two loving fathers
but cry alone
because their fathers are
My daughter might be
confused as to why
she has a mommy and a ma
I teach her about
the bees and the bees
People will never
Why are you gay
Well, why are you straight
What I like
That rainbow taste
real sweet, sugared, like candy
screaming through my eyes
my heart wrapped
in every color of
now her, now him
All united, though tragedies have
Orlando lives in our hearts
As Lin-Manuel Miranda says
And love is love, is love, is love,
is love, is love,
is love, is love