by thome2040 | Oct 14, 2020 | Contemporary Poetry, Modern Poetry, Original poetry, Poetry
In this two-headed month Look forward and behind And see the land Where the hills are kind And sometimes end in houses; One house in particular notice Where love lives With its two gardens Vegetable and flower. Here is a land to be explored, Its forests are dark and...
by thome2040 | Oct 14, 2020 | Contemporary Poetry, Modern Poetry, Original poetry, Poetry
My flower was laden with dew, So pink, so moist, and open; Like lips that are parted in two, Her center, her tongue, was golden. And crossed by green blades of grass, Formed in a triumphal arch; Through which some great man could pass, Or some great army...
by thome2040 | May 20, 2019 | Contemporary Poetry, Modern Poetry, Original poetry, Poetry
America, Land of opportunity: Imagine the poor, the hungry, the hunted Young and old Trudging forever on foot, No longer having a home Or even a place to go to. We used to be that place Where, when you got here, We had to take you in. But we now espouse A road less...
by thome2040 | Nov 18, 2018 | Contemporary Poetry, Modern Poetry, Original poetry, Poetry, Traditional Poetry
A.A.’s kidnapping and drowning When I was a child, horrified me, And still does. It was an image of my Own childhood — To be taken away In the midst of play — What to say to the little Brother (almost a twin) Left behind? He, too, came home To an empty room. ...
by thome2040 | Oct 24, 2018 | Contemporary Poetry, Literary, Modern Poetry, Original poetry, Poetry, Traditional Poetry
Days of summer gone. If I had written a line like that, Joe Bolton, I would have died A happy man. Why did you do it, Were you half in love with Easeful death? How did you do it? Did you bite your tongue? I would understand If that was the case. You see, I have these...
by thome2040 | Aug 28, 2018 | Contemporary Poetry, Modern Poetry, Original poetry, Poetry
Heat never bothers you As a kid, play until You drop, brown and dusty Then haul ass on your bike To the corner store, Grab an ice cold pop From the cooler And you’re good to go, Ready to play two Before you’re called home for dinner. It turns up a bit as a...
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