Tagged: rebellion

poem about giving up 0

Good Night

Poem   It’s a good night to die. The weather is fine, And the battle in my brain will not ever subside, My God, it’s a good night to die. It’s a good night...

online love poem 0

Into the Final Frontier

Love Poem   As we laid on the grass and looked at the crescent, I grabbed my love’s hand and dreamt. I began to speak but she was incessant And said “I know what...

poem about being 1

In Between

Poem   In between the confines of daily routine Is the magic of human experience Found in every song, book and movie The story of emotion The way it feels underneath the skin The...

poem about hope 2

Hope is a Dangerous Beast

Poem   Everything looks gigantically for your sake little man freedom does that to you how long till you can see it all you ask the sunrise brings it all empty homes broken doors...

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...

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Milk Lady

Poem   Faint impression on eyes shut, body asleep. Lady shrouded with milk waits upon my drowsiness. Sparrows pecking window, waking. Worries flood morning. Whirlwinds of chores, boggling paintings, writings never in print. Anxiety...

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...

poem about defeat 0

Ribbons

Poem   I stand atop this barren hill as a calm wind blows through my skin, wrapping tightly around each bone of my skeleton like the tension of a silk ribbon in the soft...

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....

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…...