Biography of Alisha Ricks
I am someone who endures writing poetry. To me poetry is apart of communication because it can be so beautiful and uplifting. Poetry is like telling a short story using rhyme schemes and metaphors to express a certain feeling.
Alisha Ricks Poems
Trust is earned But once violated It’s difficult to regain
What Defines Success
What is the journey to success? Success is not gained by defeat Success does not occur over night Success can emerge at any age
The Importance Of Education
Each day that I wake up and turn on the news, something has happened Why? What is becoming of our world? But the real problem is teen Dropouts
What Gives You Courage
Without fear there cannot be courage Fear drives the unthinkable out of us What gives you courage when there is none?
What are colors? Colors are all around us, everywhere we look There are so many different colors; yet so beautiful and radiant Red symbolizes excitement, energy, love, and passion
Be Who You Are
Be who you are Accepting yourself is a start Open your eyes Look at yourself
Knowledge Is Power
Education can open the doors to a new future Why do you not want to learn? It’s satisfactory to be smart and intelligent You don’t have to look to others for things
Thank You Mother
Thanks mom for being there my whole life Thanks mom for being there when I was feeling down Thanks mom for giving me a peace of mind Thanks mom for buying me things
The Hope Of A Better Tomorrow
We sit in the midst hoping and waiting for a better tomorrow Praying and thinking for whatever comes Hope gives us the courage to strive Hope makes us continue our lives
I Believe In Myself
I believe in God I believe in myself regardless of what others say I love myself
If I Could Take Away Your Tears I Would
I hear when you cry but no one is there to take your hand I'll take your hand because I care I carry you in my spirit, mind, soul, and heart Each waking moment I pray for you to become stronger
Drip, drip, drip I hear rain drops falling Drip after drip on the ground and against The window
Addiction And Prostitution
She was a girl surrounded by heroin addicts Prostitution on every corner Her parents were no help Always bent over with a high
Look at the blue Lagoon Sitting there so brightly Green frogs leap there Green frogs leaping everywhere
Cruelty and prejudice still prevails in this unjust world
Never stopping to speak or lend a hand
Have we all gone mad? Or lost our minds?
Why do we want to be like others so bad?
Why do we comment adultery?
Why do people steal from others?
Why do we hate on others?
Why do we put others down?