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America in Verse

America in Verse

One Nation, United by Poetry. Exploring the United States of America through word.

  • Jay Walker
    Published 5 months ago
    America, Noun

    America, Noun

    America A-M-E-R-I-C-A, America Noun From the Italian Amerigo which itself is from the German Amalric or Heimrich
  • Rachel M.
    Published 6 months ago
    Crimson

    Crimson

    Crimson Crimson is the color that sounds the alarm for spirits cast off into a cycle of what's known and broken. Peace is the heart of lives that matter
  • Fred Bobbitt
    Published about a year ago
    The American Blues

    The American Blues

    I just can't seem to sleep tonight. There's too much trouble, too much strife. I'm too busy trying to save my own life. I feel like I'm marching to a drum and fife.
  • Sam
    Published 2 years ago
    The Non-Perks of Living in a Small Town

    The Non-Perks of Living in a Small Town

    We all know where everything is. Not by location. By senses. That little store that smells like stale cigarettes and always has a stray dog they feed outside.
  • Kelsie Tyler
    Published 2 years ago
    Our Brave Protectors

    Our Brave Protectors

    Boots. Dog Tags. Camouflage. Distance. That is what life is for many years for some. Alone. Afraid. Worried. Proud. Emotions you feel every single day.
  • Emily Ericson
    Published 2 years ago
    Assembly

    Assembly

    I marched on Pennsylvania With like-minded warriors. We shouted and carried our words In sober steps, not treading the ground.
  • Ronalee Hutchingame
    Published 2 years ago
    Trump's Statue of Authority

    Trump's Statue of Authority

    Trump’s Statue of Authority Like the brazen giant of Orange fame, with conquering limbs atop groping, tiny hands; Here at his seaside, elitist Florida gates he shall stand,
  • Ruben Willis
    Published 2 years ago
    Shattered Illusions

    Shattered Illusions

    It was a late summer morning when the world changed forever. Images of unexpected horror from our greatest city, dispelling our national sense
  • Carrie Moran
    Published 2 years ago
    4th of July

    4th of July

    my country tis of greed i haven’t slept right for weeks like my dreams can’t decide what it means to be american i have a heart & i bleed & i breathe