Sana Olivia Hernandez

Freshman - 937 Points [SOH] (Roseburg, Oregon)

Sana Olivia Hernandez Poems

1. Vocal Ink 4/29/2013
2. Shower 5/10/2014
3. Blue Drops 5/30/2014
4. Who Am I? 5/30/2014
5. Cold 5/30/2014
6. Hot 5/30/2014
7. Night 5/30/2014
8. Day 5/30/2014
9. The Basement 6/3/2014
10. Tick. Tock. 6/25/2014
11. Insomnia 6/25/2014
12. Red Ink 6/25/2014
13. My Bad Place 6/25/2014
14. Haiku 6/25/2014
15. Twenty-One Poems 6/25/2014
16. Riddle 6/25/2014
17. Chamomile 6/25/2014
18. The Earth's Heart 8/14/2014
19. Cry Then Laugh 8/14/2014
20. Before The Dawn 8/14/2014
21. Evergreen 8/14/2014
22. Envy 8/14/2014
23. Gray Day 8/14/2014
24. Glutton 8/14/2014
25. Jungle 8/14/2014
26. Keys 8/14/2014
27. Kitten 8/14/2014
28. My Dearest 8/14/2014
29. Nail Polish 8/14/2014
30. Typo 8/14/2014
31. Otherworld 8/14/2014
32. Quill 8/14/2014
33. Quiet 8/14/2014
34. Unique 8/14/2014
35. Umbrella 8/14/2014
36. Yams 8/19/2014
37. Zorro 8/19/2014
38. Alphabet 8/19/2014
39. Zombie 8/19/2014
40. The Stage 8/19/2014

Comments about Sana Olivia Hernandez

  • Daniel Brick Daniel Brick (8/4/2014 12:52:00 AM)

    Hi Sana You have had a creative spring and summer. If the time seemed to go fast, it's probably because your imagination was accelerating the ordinary pace of things. The beginning of a school always involves a shift of energy, a change in habits, an absorption in the school calendar. But I will continue coming to your site here at PH, looking for the NEW POEMS which I know will arrive if not often, at least memorably.

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Best Poem of Sana Olivia Hernandez

Flower Shop Story

A single, beautiful,
Pure white rose.
I hold it gently in my hand.
Never expecting light to shine where I stand,
Illuminating a diamond wedding band.

This must be a dream,
I think, for I had never loved before.
Before the man in beautiful light,
Walked in to my little flower store.

A lavender rose blooms,
We are still,
Neither moves.

Not one word is spoken,
Not one breath taken.
For now we simply are,
Two halves of one another.
But will we still be together if and when I awaken?

A simple hello,
Rosemary scent ...

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Vocal Ink

Perfect silence.
A blank sheet of paper.
A mouth about to open.
A quill dipped in ink.
The words will not come,
My pen will not write.
Not yet.

Sudden words of anger,

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