Youth Venture

December 7, 2008 - 7:05pm — xavierhonre

Take a Stand

Gay is not a Synonym,
Fag is not a name,
Queer is not a label,
And this is not a game.

People do get hurt,
They die every day,
And it only gets worse,
When you turn away.

October 17, 2008 - 5:39pm — cuttlefishman

October Poetry Contest Submission

This is my poem for the October Inspirational Poetry Contest. I am by no means a good poet, but I feel strongly behind this one. People ask me often, "Why do you volunteer for such things?". And I answer to them, that I like preforming service to the community. They don't understand what service does, and how even the smallest bit does so much. So in this vein, I wrote the following poem.

"Why I serve"

What is service?
Is it the scent,
of sawdust and sweat?
Is it the sound,
of children's laughter?
Is it the feeling,
of being dry and warm?
Is it the sight,

October 8, 2008 - 5:56pm — Mister.Sketch

Glory- Poetry Contest

Fifty times whipped,
a command from the Cap'n
Fifty times whipped
you could hear the leather snappin
But the scars on his back keep him from breaking,
Scars on his back keep tears from falling

Fifty times whipped,
though it's not his first time
Fifty times whipped
And his teeth start to grind
But the scars on his back keep him from breaking,
Scars on his back keep tears from falling

Fifty times whipped,
instead of being killed
Fifty times whipped,
Just for a meal
But the scars on his back keep him from breaking,
Scars on his back keep tears from falling

October 1, 2008 - 5:53pm — xavierhonre

The Silence of Hatred - A poem by Xavier Honre

The Silence of Hatred
***It's the silence we speak that allows hatred to dominate our lives***

Hatred, a sound of silence
That fills the worlds ears,
Damning those who speak out
Against the wide spread fears.

It's gays, it's blacks, and Arabs too,
That are blamed for life today,
And people think that killing them
Will make it go away.

But truth be told, it's none of them,
For they are not at fault,
Fear has caused this life today,
This is the result.

So further more we push away
Our neighbors and their lives,
Hoping that we'll save ourselves,
Regardless of who dies.

February 3, 2008 - 2:40pm — owlreader

Restating Our Mission...

I just have to say, this poem is perfect for representing T.A.R.A. Club. I would like to thank my Language Arts teacher, Mrs. Sarah Taylor, for teaching us this poem!

There is No Frigate Like a Book
By Emily Dickenson

There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll.
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul.