Poems
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It tastes like a long vacation: tropical mango, and island pineapple, and Margaritas on the beach. It tastes like childhood: water from a garden hose, potato chips, and peanut butter sandwiches. It tastes like satisfaction: salty sweat on tanned skin, a rushed lunch, and a glass of cold beer. It tastes like warmth: golden grains…
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He’ll be home for Christmas. I haven’t seen him since the green summer at the bay. The blue seawater off the coast- And the setting sun on the Ferry Slip- a memory to last through the lonely autumn. But, he’ll be home for Christmas- To warm me again as the days grow short and cold.…
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*Inspired by a walk through campus during finals week.* Finals Week: A Poem The smell of coffee and desperation is in the air. All along hallways students frantically thumb through textbooks, Mutter over notebooks, And curse over flashcards. Students pass-out on the floor, Backpacks used as pillows and jackets as blankets. I walk…
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My favorite Holiday is fast approaching- THANKSGIVING! In honor of this family-gathering Holiday I thought a little family-centered poem would be in order. A family tradition Of our own making- Grandpa’s stories told at each gathering Tales of misadventure: Of a child, Marine, father, and grandpa, Delight and entertain the growing clan. …
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*This is a found poem written for a school project. Every word and line is taken from Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness* That heart of darkness, Is it not frightful? The shackled form of a conquered monster; Truth stripped of its cloak of time, The truth of the “civilized man”. Angel or a fiend?…
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Oh my sailor, across the sea oceans crossed from me, Where I pine and dream, But cannot be with my sailor across the sea. Oh my sailor, across the sea. Please promise you think of me as I want here, Patiently, For my sailor across the sea. Oh my sailor, across the sea,…
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We talk of monsters- Of things inhumane. Unnatural, evil creatures Lurking in the dark. We talk of monsters- Of things unlike us. Twisted, unreal beasts- Part of another world. We talk of monsters- As if they aren’t real. Imagined, conceived visions- figurative illusions. We talk of monsters- But we are the monsters:…
Bringing Mae Flowers 