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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
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,
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,
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,
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,
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,
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,
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 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,
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,
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
Jimmi Canada |
Categories:
basketball, class, cousin, divorce, endurance, eve, friendship, grief, longing, love hurts, storm, sweet, wisdom,
I'm offended,
unbendable,
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
Jimmi Canada |
Categories:
anxiety, class, fathers day, green, grief, i miss you, identity, senses, summer,
Sterilize the enterprise...
Pro-rate your eloquence,
state sorrowfully,
then engage-
every page,
wondrous rapturous,
bashful captures,
slanty' cases and raging races...
Be hotter than road modern!
Beget the racers in the Stallium!
I am raving the major,
they take away the meed and complacent-
I am the smasher and head Caser!
Take me to the ancient hollow that was never endangered!
Poem Details | by
Matthew Anish |
Categories:
class, death, drug,
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 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,
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
Melissa Ross |
Categories:
death, dedication, education, family, friendship
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,
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
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
April Willcox |
Categories:
class, death, power, suicide,
All the figures and indices,
Just like algebra,
Solved with ease.
Like putting a capital,
At the start of each sentence.
It almost seems sagittal,
There is no repentance.
The square, and rectangle,
Have similarities,
Triangles in a mangle,
circles capabilities…
Acids and Alkalis,
Confused hypothesis.
All experiments,
Carefully analysed.
Just an apophasis.
Tap or street,
Graceful Ballet.
In time to the beat,
Routine is underway.
You step on a major,
Start your solo,
In direct danger,
Mute the audio.
Poem Details | by
Rebecca Padilla |
Categories:
angst, bereavement, depression, feelings,
I thought I
wanted
to be
Broken
So I could
feel,
so Life
would
miraculously
become
Real.
Forgot that
pieces
scattered
and not
connecting,
cannot communicate
with
each other.
And now my Soul
is useless and unfixable.
Poem Details | by
Tiffany Horton |
Categories:
class, grief, life, nonsense, obituary, october, sorry,
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.
Poem Details | by
Erik lopez |
Categories:
analogy, change, class, conflict, death, psychological, red,
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
Dave Collins |
Categories:
art, class, eulogy, music, poets,
The lark ascending on
an afternoon fawn--
sweet autumn Reverie
Poem Details | by
Bill MacEachern |
Categories:
character, class, death,
??There once was a boxer named Hagler
Whose foes were always left in a stagger
He put em all down
For the Middleweight Crown
This man was Marvelous Marvin Hagler??
Poem Details | by
RUDOLPH RINALDI |
Categories:
class, clothes, death, funny, silly,
she was always a class act
she died at 100
wearing adult diapers
from PPrada
with two Ps