I'm not the average 16 year old. I feel as if, I can only emote through my poetry. It's what gives me a voice since I'm usualy very soft spoken. I'm currently a senior in HS. I maintain an 'A' average & I'm currently accomplishing a lot. My poetry doesn't necessarily reflect how I feel about things but I'm always grabbing inspiration for the people, events and objects that surround me. I'm a ... more »
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Ariel Miles Poems
Why is there so much conflict about the word 'nigger' I'm 'black' well caramel complexion & I take no shame in it
I'm like a flower
I'm like a flower Each day I grow weak if i'm not cared for properly Though I remain silent
I hate when you smile because it makes me smile I hate it when you laugh because it makes me happy
Thinking of you
I sit so damn dazed thinking of your face and your eyes....
Dream turned Reality
A dream turned reality I blushed when you smiled at me ashamed because I'm occupied
When I cry I'm in pain so I leak bloody tears when I wake
Good for You
Ariel I got good grades 'Ok then, Good for you' Ariel, my boyfriends good to me 'Ok then, Good for you'
I'm Trying To Be The Angel That Elders See In Me But My Devilish Angle Tends To be Obtuse,
My Urban Love Poem
I saw you with her today and as I watched with my fake smile I could hear my heart break and I could feel it being torn apart. Because it was then that I realized that I am truly a friend and that's all I'll ever be.
I would never let you go I hold you too close I care for you & you're stressing it
If U Only Knew
If you only knew How often I sat here wishing I were with you asking myself
It's all in the swag I say as they walk pass & I oogle and drool
Clocks ticking my nerves twitching agression held in so much tension
She recollected in heavy darkness found a page all white with pain she let her pen bleed
Comments about Ariel Miles
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
Why is there so much conflict about the word 'nigger'
well caramel complexion
& I take no shame in it
Niggers were slaves
& I heard that
they would pick a 'nigger' to hang
So the timberland logo
Is the tree that we were hung from
& that's my slave master riding the horse on polo
whoa! ! !
Why say 'we'
I'm living in a time when 'niggers' are free
I purchase clothes from designers
that I heard never converse with 'niggers'
I seriously have a closet full of Tommy Hilfiger
is ugly if...