One Nation, United by Poetry. Exploring the United States of America through word.
Sitting at the window table, watching the headlights turn to taillights in passing While an open door offers nothing but
By A. F. Litt8 years ago in Poets
A generation angry is a caged animal, a bear poked on countless occasions by those who wear its fur while filing its claws.
By Kourtney Risher8 years ago in Poets
When we are told there is an "Art to war," It makes me question, what’s it said like that for? And then I think, and wonder why,
By Connor kinsley8 years ago in Poets
He looked at you with hopeful eyes. Hoping one day you would see That he is tired of all the goodbyes. He only wants you to see what he can be.
By Visionary Ghostwriter8 years ago in Poets
On the night of my 23rd birthday, I had a rather disturbing nightmare. I found it difficult to fall back asleep. In order to calm myself down, I started to mess around with the auto suggestions on my phone.
By Jason M. Carey8 years ago in Poets
The bad thing about summer, Is all the drive-by shootings. The good thing about winter, Is everyone is too cold to load a gun?
By Amanda Zylstra8 years ago in Poets
Is it truly America the Beautiful? Or is it America the Foolish? We Americans live in pride, but are we too full of pride?
By Elaine L8 years ago in Poets
pulled from the riverbank blown together from dust blown so far above the earth so far below the sky as the wind blows
Three days later... One thousand feet, might as well be miles, above the tides below, I stand on the dry, clumped dust
I Feel the Sun beating down on me. The warm sand beneath my feet Creeping between my toes. I hear the waves slapping at the shore.
By A.C. Zempleni8 years ago in Poets
Crossing from there to here... Crossing from stone to stone… In the wadi, desert winds blow hot Dust into the eyes
The question is do we want to be free or safe? Being truly free I can kill whoever I want When and where For anything petty
By James Fuentes8 years ago in Poets
