Category: Poetry

  • Poem: Past Tense

    You owe me more time, I was that minority, the one the world saw on the street. One second more turned to death, one more minute brought upon arrest, and privacy no longer mattered. You spread the fires, flames burning across the lands, outrage and frustration not dying out. You made it so clear, counterfeit…

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  • Poem: Wishful Thinking

    Oh, how I wish, for things to come my way. I do wish for things in far away places. Things that bring me joy again, keeping close to me. No one remembers the good things anymore. I want to hear your deep laugh. It was from far within, that spot you only knew. The spot…

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  • Poem: Resistance

    Hunger Eating for two When there’s not Stuffing it in Wishing it away But it won’t. Apprehensive It will reveal These are the things One cannot escape They grow out of proportion Waiting for the right time. Turning Into something else Too brutal And chill inducing The lids want to close To this sight.  …

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  • Poem: Voice

    I hear your voice, the one that makes me want to scream, joyfully out loud. It doesn’t matter if I never meet you. Not caring if your hands never touch my face, but knowing you somehow fully see me in the power you have. All it takes is for you to open your mouth, to…

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  • Poem: I Am Not The One

    Control your fears while there’s time, the rats still scurry around, a man walks the streets today dumbfounded, maybe gone the next day and underground. No more music, lesser dancing, loss of children in select towns, consider yourself lucky the Pied Piper, did not come around. He waits patiently day and night, for everyone including…

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  • Poem: Broken Chin

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    She took mine and I took hers, that is the way it built. With each placement of our steps, and dirt kicking under our shoes, failure easily entered. Careless thoughts and broken promises, nothing but stomping, it was second nature. She let go of my freedom, my lasting appeal, our chins no longer supporting each…

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  • Poem: The King

    Now is not the time to walk, nor the time to talk of plans that will not work. I have seen what the darkness does to a man, destroys him inch by inch, not leaving anything to chance. Losing precious inches from head and foot, it is not the demon’s fault but our own. When…

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  • Poem: After Death

    There is no need to cry heavy tears, to perch on the ground in front of my gravestone, for I shall not know if you wear my favorite necklace. It is good enough for you to think of me at night in your king size bed, nothing can stop the meaning of our vitality, not…

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  • Poem: Down and Up

    Down in the pit, it’s not so dark or lonely here, as some said, those that speak before knowing the truth. When I was in the pit, not so long ago, the third week of the fourth month, the sun a warm memory, I stood in understanding. When nights followed another in the pit, close…

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  • Poem: Origins

    I call you one more time, in the silence of the day, the sign too enormous not to see, to let you know, the fight is not over, the solution has not been destroyed. I call you not too loudly, where they will hear us whisper, appreciating the doorways, opening wider to the blinding heat,…

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  • Poem: It Ain’t Right

    It ain’t right. He can’t see clouds in the sky. He walks with his head down. Never looking up. It ain’t right. He comes into our home. He knocks over precious things. Never caring what he broke. It ain’t right. He ignores the red in the rainbow. He says it doesn’t belong there. Never seeing…

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  • Poem: Jane Doe

    No one knew what she had done in her black clothes with dark circles under her eyes It wasn’t the song she remembered long ago nor the one thing she couldn’t possibly know Tossed out of the car headfirst down the embankment her seat belt cut in two, safety was never part of her life…

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  • Poem: McCroy

    I’ve been working on new poems and reworking my old ones to make them better.  I’ve also been working on rhythm and studying different kinds of poems.  Why am I doing this?  It’s all for a collection of poems that will be free to read as an e-book and still undecided in a book form. …

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