Tagged: new poetry

poem about school 0

Grindstone

Haibun Poem   Not even mid-week of the first full week. Overcrowded 10th graders chatter at every transition. Stephan already runs his mouth off. Alex and other repeaters quietly instigate just by talking and...

poem about music 0

The Practice Room

Poem   The door is thick, at least two inches but it won’t muffle the sound. It closes on this small place, the white paint peeling, the graffiti of distracted musicians fading from the walls. I...

poetry about dreams 0

I Can Remember My Dreams

Poem   Here rest your head upon this pillow and sleep no more Simply rest That is all that is required You don’t know what to do so do nothing Nothing is an Art...

warning poem 0

Firm Grasp

Poem   A flight on the back of a kite Bruise the ego only when no one looks From on the other side maybe the French Way of settling discord Married unwittingly alongside The...

poems about school 0

Dazed and Confused

Haibun Poem   Voices droned on. About Chancellors’ regulations. Graduations. Assessment deadlines. In a whirl after I looked for colleagues to ask about free periods. Stapled borders to bulletin boards. Attended pointless Professional Development....

rain poetry 1

The Rain Song

Poem   Rain, rain go away Come again another day Cold drops drench my head and Puddles soak my feet Rain, rain, go away, Wash some other street. Tiny rivers run down the road...

Melancholy Poetry 0

And The Rain Is Falling

Poem   I sit on my desk, the rain is falling, an open window, thoughts are coming, passing by like train in fields of flowers, like night in day, it’s light in darkest hours…...

haunting poem 0

The Ghosts Do Not Whisper

Haunting Poem   I know not why The ghosts do not whisper As the sequoias softly sigh But calmly I listen Why are the only voices That of the cabin’s moan And the memories...

poem about family 0

Young Once

Poem   Properly, your shoes plant On the ground off that last step Of the porch steps Momma looks on, her unwavering Glance Two things, faith and dynamite Which will be graced unto you...

back to school poem 0

Return

Haibun Poem   The oatmeal with sliced banana has a spongy texture. Each warm spoonful spreads across my tongue. Outside the open back door, a lone bird sings, and then is silent. Breakfast done,...

poem about morning 0

Morningside

Poem   She woke to dreams of kingdoms past That ruled her mind Guided fortune Arising she saw the sun peek through linen clouds Trapped between her and nature A cocoon between the real...

poem about fall season 2

Last Pieces of Summer

Short Poem   What are you doing!? Stop using your broom To brush the crunch away from my morning walk, To wipe away that crispy carpet. Don’t sweep up the last yellow pieces of...