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Poem Details | by Jacob Reinhardt |
Categories: abuse, age, art, business, career, change, class, color, computer, conflict, death, depression, devotion, flower, green, happiness, introspection, irony, jobs, language, loneliness, lonely, longing, metaphor, nature, pain, philosophy, political, poverty, self, simile, slavery, social, society, spiritual, stress, technology, time, today, together, truth, urban, visionary, wisdom, work, world,

The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’



Poem Details | by Kishan sharma |
Categories: beautiful, bereavement, best friend, betrayal, bird, birth, birthday, blue, class, computer, corruption, creation, dad, day, deep, girl, love, love hurts, missing, missing you, moon,

Love for someone,

Sorrow is my companion now,
Why do you tears your drowsy?
The happiness you have received,
The realization of the world of sorrow.

Life has listened to me,
Why do you co-exit?
Love you all,
We all hate hatred.

Sorrow is my companion now,
Why do you tears your drowsy?


Everyone broken my heart,
Why do you do me love?
Why do you want us everything?
We have given everything to us only punishment.

Sorrow is my companion now,
Why do you tears your drowsy?
The happiness you have received,
The realization of the world of sorrow.

Poem Details | by brittney lopez |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, adventure, age, allegory, america, angel, angst, animal, anniversary, april, art, august, autumn, baby, baptism, baseball, basketball, beach, beautiful, beauty, bereavement, best friend, betrayal, bible, bird, birth, birthday, black african american, body, books, boyfriend, car, celebration, childhood, children, city, class, computer, conflict, dad, emotions,

This is me

My knees were the things that 
kept me up and my skin is my 
cutting board my eyes are the 
rain clouds to the fire running 
down my arms and my heart is 
the fire place that keeps me 
burning so calm

Poem Details | by Jasmine K |
Categories: class, death, hindi, political, poverty, power, society,

Worthless Pawns

The faded shacks stretch 'neath the stained grey sky,
As stagnant urine and disease creep in.
Hunched at the pyramid's tight base we lie;
Looked down upon by our superiors.

In this poor life we’ve been condemned to die;
Forever stuck in our unwanted caste!
Our tummies are filled with what can’t be sold,
Our hopes and dreams just playful fantasies.

Drained from its soothing warmth, the Earth feels cold.
Where, I ask you are the democracies
That stop worthless things like me getting sold?
We’re all just pawns, broken by society.

Unlike the wealthy, we’re easy to find;
We are the untouchables of mankind.


4/3/2015


Poem Details | by Zack Dicks |
Categories: death, political, men,

Class Divide

Poor  men  with  wealthy  lives  are  low  dead
Dead  and  poor  low  mens  lives  were  wealthy 
Wealthy  dead  with  lives  poor  were  low  men
Low  and  wealthy  men  had  dead  poor  lives
Lives  low  remembering  poor  wealthy  dead  men
Wealthy  lives  are  dead  those  low  poor  men
Poor  lives  are  dead  those  low  wealthy  men

Poem Details | by Neldy Jolo |
Categories: adventure, birth, class, community, future, garden, image,

GRAVE OF HERITAGE

Batu Tulug near the bridge
In the small village people fish
In the river they cross the bridge
The white stone hill a heritage
There are coffins of the old dead
At the peak they are buried



I love you peace. Let’ sail together. Layag Sug!
16 October 2014, Peak Hut Batu Tulug
Heritage Museum. Salam Jumaat.

Poem Details | by Kolawole Owoigbe |
Categories: adventure, africa, black african american, class, color, community, education, emotions, evil, fairy, good night, goodbye, hope, identity, image, imagery, imagination, inspirational, irony, memory, mystery, poetry, political, poverty, remember, repetition, sad, satire, sympathy,

Boat Of Poverty

Why this boat?
Could it be boat of destitution?
Conveying Epidemics, Hunger, Rags,
Malnutrition and Illiteracy.

Descend from me!
Banish from my world!
You cursed word!
You that called education a"Privilege"!
Patrimony of ghetto!

W.H.O called you "Lion of Africa",
U N called you "Agenda ".
Predicament to black,
Livelihood to white.

Harking to conviction,
Capsize and rise no more.
For "Black Rose" to smile again
On the land of plenty.

Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: death, depression, devotion,

Class Clown

class clown died last night in his sleep
it has never been so shy, that seat…

Poem Details | by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories: education, grief, growing up, history, teacher,

Head of the Class

My heart sank
That buttery sweet voice
summoning me to the front of the class
I stood there chalk in hand
shoulders slumped
The question you asked
for the answer you knew
You chose not to teach
rather to embarrass
I was not a welcome guest
Hallowed halls of learning not my home
I stared emotionless
blackboard covered in dust
Laughter filled the room
Still I could shrink no further
oh how I wished to disappear
You called on one of the special ones
perfect clothing
perfect smile
a joy to behold
She removed the burden from my hand
I returned to my place of shame
sitting at the head of the class

Poem Details | by randy johnson |
Categories: death, dedication, mom, mother, son,

First class ticket to Heaven

Mom got a First class ticket to Heaven, that's for sure.
Everybody who knew my mom, absolutely adored her.
She always helped others or she would bust her butt trying.
It was so sad when her doctor said that she was dying.

Now she's in Heaven and she has eternal happiness.
Having her for my mother truly made me blessed.
She decided to return to her hometown of Sneedville in 2011.
When she passed away, she got a First class ticket to Heaven.

[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]

Poem Details | by Matthew Anish |
Categories: class, death, drug,

Death of a Telephone Salesman

Phone call after phone call 
Sometimes begging for a sale
The man simply could not stay away from drugs 
Gone now to the other side 
After enjoying many`` highs 
I continued to work there 
Made plenty of sales 
But eventually quit 
Once a couple of us tried to unionize the place
We didn't do it 
Death of a telephone salesman 
Happens all too soon 
In the field of telemarketing 
Often too soon

Poem Details | by Busani Zuma |
Categories: class, cry, dark, deep, grief, humanity, humor,

be hold

be brave my soul, there is no hope anymore,
people have chosen the darkness instead of the light,
the world is upside down.

fear has overcome our happiness, there is no hope.
our blossoming lives have all gone bad because of the darkness,
we are all scared of the sunlight as it brings tears on our lives.

but even the darkness is not kind at us but at list we can hide from the reality.
at list we can lock the doors and hope for God to save us from us.
at list we can be together as a family just to protect one another.

our beautiful world is not safe anymore,
people get killed,
people get raped,
what happened to the humanity?



Poem Details | by jan oskar hansen |
Categories: analogy, baby, class, eulogy,

different kind of love

A Different kind of love

Easily in and out you breathe, with lungs unsullied by cigarette smoke, 
siesta nap a lazy Sunday in the afternoon when flowers and sky are 
recklessly nude
Breathtaking, the silence, if you should stop; I would fall a chasm of 
pale rainbows, stillborn moons, rusty stars were words of love are 
unheard of. 
Inhale and exhale my dear, snore too if you must, but don’t leave me 
alone in city parks where old men sit spit and tell passers-by how old
 they are. 


Poem Details | by Jimmi Canada |
Categories: 3rd grade, basketball, class, cousin, divorce, friendship, grief,

Stof

I'm offended,

un~bendable,

subtle yet encouraged-

there's a place to be,

to go see-
I can and will breathe.


I am here for the crave,
and instantly a brave!

Let's let them speak because we have been drained,

the energy is proof that we stayed.

Poem Details | by Melissa Ross |
Categories: death, dedication, education, family, friendship

A Tribute to the Deceased of Our Class

Two down,
Twenty four to go,
Poor decisions,
Freak accidents,
A toddler daughter left behind,
Two futures dismantled to nothingness,
Stream those tears,
Sorrow drowns us, 
Surely we are losing each other,
Too fast for longevity,
Peer burials,
Potential lost,
Who will be next?

Poem Details | by Fiona Hauber |
Categories: death, life, loss, class, class,

Never forget

It was all quiet in the class
Everyone was shocked by the news they just heard
Two buildings attacked
Two buildings filled with people
Crumbling down to the floor
One by one girls in the class started to cry
The boys all still shocked by the news
They said nothing
It's all quiet in the class today
It's been four years
And yet it's still silent
For we remember what happened to those two buildings
And we remember the people who crashed down to the floor
We remember that day of shock
When the girls had their heads bowed and crying
And the boys sitting with shock
Unable to move
We remember
And won't forget
We shall never forget

Poem Details | by charles hice |
Categories: natural disasters, on work and working, school, sympathy, class, class, time,

daddyhasclass

daddyhasclass

daddyhasclass 
 
 DADDY has books and daddy has to go to class what does daddy have and 
what does daddy do DADDY he tows the two of us around 
what do we do while the DADDY is in class TIME we do time just like the 
prisoners in jails do the children just dont understand that on a someday DADDY 
will then be a man we wait out in the hall the classroom is too small what does 
daddy have and what does daddy do 
HE has the two of you just wait for after class we have to wait for class is through 
for DADDY to be a man someday comes to you but never when it counts the 
children will get old while DADDY mounts the steps up to his class 






Poem Details | by Erik lopez |
Categories: analogy, change, class, conflict, death, psychological, red,

PORK

eating pigs
bacon and eggs
a glass of orange juice with a side of my gunpowder
I share my bacon with my soldiers
they fought along with me
for peace and equality
there's no men and women
no race
just people with conflict on the side


Poem Details | by Tiffany Horton |
Categories: class, grief, life, nonsense, obituary, october, sorry,

Procrastination

Dark clouds looming,
Thunder booming,
in the distance,
Why did I do this?

Time elapsing,
Mountains collapsing,
Near but far,
I wonder where we are?

Could have been done,
Frequently sung,
A dumb thing again,
When will it end?

Getting better,
And getting worse,
Rainy is the weather,
I'll soon need a hearse.