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Lists of the best poems and poets from every genre; collections of poetry from the romantic to the reflective, dark, satirical, nostalgic and more.
Whomp Whomp
When I grow up, I want to leave home, toaster ovens, whipped cream cheese, fluffy pillows, encouraging words, underlying tension, family unit blamed for alienation from oneself but in reality it’s this fucked up country, eating words, laughing out loud, make pretend I will never leave you, cars with horns that don’t shut off making your mom really mad and embarrassed in front of the neighbors, being afraid to say I miss you brotherssistersparents for we are one, aren’t we, aren’t we, big wheels with a flattened back wheel that makes a whomp whomp sound as you ride down the street, kittens with flattened legs from drunk uncle driving over it, big brother tears in eyes, hugging said flattened kitten into the kitchen, other kittens born outside to Bones thus named for its bony features running inside in fear into mom’s tomato sauce on stovetop, tracking red around the tiny house with five kids chasing after it, home I can’t leave you yet, home get out now!, I runaway for years only to find myself here, dried gov’t milk, knock like mom to get into that damn bathroom, draping a sheet around the tv as I watched Animal House while babysitting my little sisters, they don’t can’t understand the dialogue anyway, family big as this country, loud as it too, coming down from the city all the time to have parties, communions, birthdays, weddings, home with big tulip trees and elms and oaks and me up in them shouting mommommommy come look up up up, wanna go back wanna find that again, home sweet home hung above the door like a lucky horse shoe.
By William Bradley4 years ago in Poets
I Breathe Music
When I hear the sound of metallic flutes, rhythmic xylophones, melodic guitars, peaceful pianos, and deafening drums, I feel as alive as the sun shining in the cloudless sky. Music and sound is my life and makes me breathe, see, fly, dance, walk, run, hop, and sleep. Music is a part of my identity that can't be confiscated. It's my form of medicine, art, therapy, and education. I breathe, value, honour, and I'm married to music. It's my teacher, spouse, friend, doctor, nurse, therapist, mentor, and caregiver. Without music, I would be dead as a crumpled leaf, and incomplete as a human being.
By Talia Devora4 years ago in Poets
