One Nation, United by Poetry. Exploring the United States of America through word.
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.
By Sam7 years ago in Poets
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.
By Kelsie Cohu8 years ago in Poets
I marched on Pennsylvania With like-minded warriors. We shouted and carried our words In sober steps, not treading the ground.
By Emily Ericson8 years ago in Poets
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,
By Ronalee Hutchingame8 years ago in Poets
It was a late summer morning when the world changed forever. Images of unexpected horror from our greatest city, dispelling our national sense
By Ruben Willis8 years ago in Poets
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
By Carrie Moran8 years ago in Poets
I have a question: How did they convince my Black friends to celebrate Independence? It don't make sense. Back then, this day, it never meant shit
By Elijah Fisher8 years ago in Poets
How many of us sit home alone On a Veteran’s or Memorial Day Contemplating the choices we have made Thinking of someone who is so far away.
By SM Fitzgerald8 years ago in Poets
Everything started with fire, Fire directors, fire chiefs, To make room for family and friends To able to reach his endless greed.
By Andinoh8 years ago in Poets
I watched your uniform disappear around the corner in the airport. It took us seven minutes to say goodbye. I stood for seven more staring at the wall you vanished behind, and then I walked to my car. It was raining, and I remembered how you liked to drive in the rain. “It’s like a cigarette. It’s calming,” you’d said. I’d just laughed. Now I understood.
By Kaleigh8 years ago in Poets
Tea sips tremble widely to the stomach I taste lemon, I taste scarlet Arizona has a place for us I was told the future is there
By bethany alice9 years ago in Poets
How many generations back would you have to go, until you see at one time your bloodline was owned? Not many when you think about it, that was only maybe 2 or 3 lifetimes ago.
By Matthew Garcia9 years ago in Poets
