Maya Reid

Rookie (New Jersey)

Maya Reid Poems

41. This Is Maya 11/18/2008
42. The Shy One 11/18/2008
43. The Secrets Of A Girl I Know 11/18/2008
44. Untitled 11/18/2008
45. Time Spent 11/18/2008
46. Her Missing Soul 11/18/2008
47. He Told Me He Was Coming 11/18/2008
48. Flying From The Masquerade Ball 11/18/2008
49. Finding The Lost You 11/18/2008
50. Extraordinary Girl 11/18/2008
51. Effortless 11/18/2008
52. Don'T Make Me Any Promises 11/18/2008
53. Differences 11/18/2008
54. Did You Ever Wonder... 11/18/2008
55. Despite Our Efforts 11/18/2008
56. Defining Me 11/18/2008
57. Dear Daddy 11/18/2008
58. Come To Me 11/18/2008
59. Closets 11/18/2008
60. Breaking Through The Sky Of Lies 11/18/2008
61. Blue 11/18/2008
62. Alone 11/18/2008
63. A.D.D. 11/18/2008
64. A Love Forgotten 11/18/2008
65. Between 11/18/2008
66. Freedom 11/18/2008
67. Fell 11/20/2008
68. Growing Up With You 11/20/2008
69. Hold Fast To Love 11/20/2008
70. How Did You Get Here? 11/20/2008
71. If The Whole Wide World Was Up To Me 11/20/2008
72. Just Listen 11/20/2008
73. Life 11/20/2008
74. Losing Someone 11/20/2008
75. Loving You 11/20/2008
76. No One Knows 11/20/2008
77. Not-So-Constructive Criticism 11/20/2008
78. Originality 11/20/2008
79. Our Broken Possibility 11/20/2008
80. Over You 11/20/2008

Comments about Maya Reid

  • Shirley Morgan (3/12/2014 6:42:00 PM)

    Keep up the good work Maya. I also scribble and all my family knows it. it's our law of attraction. I wish you well and may God give you the desires of your heart. Just remember everybody is not excepted in Princeton.!

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Best Poem of Maya Reid

Americans, The Circus-Folk

Americans, the Circus-Folk

I can’t even begin to recall
The sheer number of times
My darling mother,
Whilst quieting us down,
Would mutter, “It’s a circus in here.”
Only now, as my mind matures,
Have I begun to realize
Just how right she truly was.

This whole damn country’s a circus.
A grotesque, large-scale scene
Of the amazing, absurd, and obscure
A show put on to rouse the interest and the…
…Laughter?
Of our audience,
The world at large.

We begin with the American president,
Our ringleader, if you will
The ...

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Who Am I?

I am the wind blowing in
An intangible power dancing around you
I am the suffering ostrich
Born to fly…with no way off the ground
But I try
Oh, how I try
I am fire
As a phoenix I burn, only to rise again
I burn my own path through life

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