POETRY

We packed our lives in cardboard dreams, side by side, a roaming team. Through cities bright and towns unknown, you were the closest...

Me leading Delta company! Left! Left! Left right! Right! Right left! My first sergeant’s voice filled my ears - The cadence ringing...

This article was sent to us by Natalie S., an eighth grader stationed in Texas. Do you have a story to share with your fellow military...

This article was sent to us by Natalie S., an eighth grader stationed in Texas. Do you have a story to share with your fellow military...

A seed is planted, roots must roam, Each soil it finds becomes a home. Through winds of change, it learns to sway, A blooming life in...

This article was sent to us by Natalie S., an eighth grader stationed in Texas. Do you have a story to share with your fellow military...

Cardboard suffuses My empty wooden dollhouse Voices echoing Weaving to a fuller place A home none of us have known A jumble of life Is...

This article was sent to us by Natalie S., an eighth grader stationed in Texas. Do you have a story to share with your fellow military...

This article was sent to us by Natalie S., an eighth grader stationed in Texas. Do you have a story to share with your fellow military...

Every year, a brand new school starts, Holding onto memories, but leaving parts. Faces change, the names unknown, In every place, a new...

A new school year begins today, With corridors both old and strange, New faces fill the crowded hall, As schedules shift and friendships...

I am rather insignificant, and not very impressive. Not like the orchidaceae, or even the bright helianthus. But I grow. And grow, and...

Sixteen summers have come and gone, making me the girl I am today. I believe Belly Conklin said it best: "Summer was what mattered. My...

I am a military brat. Which entails leaving and likely losing friends on a three-year basis. This was a challenge that I was ready to...

Summers of adventure, summers of change, A MilKid's life, always in range. Summers of exploration, of discovering new places, meeting new...

Today, I am thankful for you, sitting behind me in calc class our impromptu rendezvous-- Today, for the first time, you mentioned middle...

a child of the military's stride moved often with homes far and wide through empathy's light their heart learned to fight and find where...

I haven't seen your favorite hat since the day you moved away. The tires on our bikes went flat the day you moved away. I remember...

A drawing to one is a reminder of the chores one must do later. The drawing looked like a pile of laundry on a teenage boy’s floor,...

There’re boxes around, Nothing can be found. Where’s my dresser? Where’s my TV? Where’s everything That belongs to me? The neighbors - I...

I sit here and think up in my room Of all the places where I have bloomed The friends I had in different places I can think distinctly of...

This poem was sent to us by Iona P., a college freshman stationed in Virginia. Do you have a story to share with your fellow military...

In the nights of happiness and cheer Hold your loved ones near Embrace friends with bonds so strong Fill the room with laughter, a...

TDY. Temporary duty. Just a few weeks - that’s not too long, right? He won’t miss too much, right? Maybe. Maybe it won’t be too bad....

"Saturday, December 18th: Strike!!! Remember, only selfish jerks skip the strike! Let's get the stage nice and clean and ready for the...

Say goodbye I’ll definitely come back, I’ll try. 500 miles far, Only by car. We call every day, Until one night, there is just no way....

This article was sent to us by Elly M., a grown-up Army brat stationed at the Royal Air Force Wattisham in Suffolk, England. Do you have...

Home. Never have I ever had the luxury to call a place such a name. Through countries and cities. I search and I search For nothing to...

we interrupt kick this dream kick for a brief kick announcement: your little sister, still talking with 'ar's that make her sound like...

Where am I from? A question I continuously ponder. Is it where I was born? Is it where I’ve lived the longest? Is it where my family...

Time is ticking ticking ticking The two year timer stared when the plane landed every second getting closer to 0:00 ticking ticking...

This poem was sent to us by Addie Z., a 12th grader stationed in the United States. Do you have a story to share with your fellow...

I leave homes like shedding skins, and sometimes when I tell people I lived in Germany, I think it's wrong to say 'I,' because it wasn't...

This poem was sent to us by Michaela M., a ninth grader stationed in Hawaii. Do you have a story to share with your fellow military...

almost forgotten Home it looked so terribly unfamiliar tile floors and white walls like photos had not lined them I have come back for a...

A new neighbor She just arrived The movers' mid labor She looks sleep deprived I go over, wave my hand She greets me with a smile on her...

The card gets folded into a paper plane, paper memories, paper friendship. But paper planes don't prepare you for the real thing. The...

Counting down the minutes until the final box would make its way into the truck, I silently prayed that this was all just a bad dream. Of...

My home is in my heart, I always need a new start, I make friends everywhere I go, It makes no difference, I know, It will never change,...

Your smile. Contagious to anyone who sees you. I feel whole for the first time ever. Here and there, laughs and giggles, running at night...

It triumphs over our trust, our commitment, our effort. I miss you. I can't remember what it feels like when the video calls are enough....

being alone has never been an issue I can explore and travel and experience on my own being alone tends to be my normal when I move I...

Try it on. Put it on. Keep it on. Once you have it on, You can’t take it off. The addiction. The fear. The loneliness. You can’t see me-...

My dad is often met with the phrase, "Thank you for your service." In the Walmart checkout line, after church sessions, between gas...

Here I am again, staring out a window at the concrete, as the engines begin to roar. Engines. Concrete. I try not to think, because then...

Raindrops sprinted down the cold glass of my back passenger window. The feeling of my aching heart was drowned out by the last whiff of...

To step out of the lunch line is to have a brief out of body experience. I can see me hugging the straps of my purple backpack, like it...

Saying goodbye to a home is always hard, but the beautiful natural world of coastal California was especially painful to leave behind. I...

If you drop a bowl of cereal, Fling its contents out, Some of the Cheerios will be flung so far They get lost in the corners. Other...

Pride is a poem I wrote in late 2019. I had just watched a cool performance of original spoken word poetry, and I was inspired to write...