America in Verse
One Nation, United by Poetry. Exploring the United States of America through word.
Shoulder to the Wheel
Shoulder to the wheel, Rolling on the river, Put your back into it, Don’t stop, never stop… Motivate me, I want to get out of this bed,
Liam McLeishPublished 6 years ago in PoetsWhere Do We Start
I never learned how to apply for a loan. I had to ask my mother how to buy a home. My mind nearly collapses Trying to file taxes.
Misty KatePublished 6 years ago in PoetsSuper Woman
Everyone knows it's not possible But still It's expected She should be perfect Superhuman Her hips should be full Her chest should be ample
A. R. AmbrosiPublished 6 years ago in PoetsVietnam
I got drafted today. They didn’t give me a choice, And it feels so wrong. This isn’t what I’d expected, Guess I’m coming to Vietnam.
Natalie AndrusPublished 6 years ago in PoetsIn the Name of Redacted
Redacted in the name of redacted, upon a sand blasted castle redacted crosses bared upon the redacted men to defend on the land and raise a redacted war
Max BarnettPublished 6 years ago in PoetsRotten Lemons
We are told when life gives you lemons We should make lemonade But some use it for deception Selling it's rotten juices for gold
Sheara KerryPublished 6 years ago in PoetsWe Can't Eat Money
When will they learn that we can’t eat money? Maybe when there’s no more trees worth cutting Or when the fish all float up and turn
megan hopePublished 6 years ago in PoetsThe Concrete Jungle
White and yellow, peering through dark structures. Structures that touch the sky's heels. Cars honking, roads roaring, people yelling and hollering. Walking through the streets, smelling the aroma of Asian cuisine, Italian gourmet, Hispanic flavor, and grills frying burgers. The smell of hot dogs sizzling and meatball sandwiches being prepared. Odors so thick that you can taste the food being served. Moisture so sodden, you can feel water forming on your skin. All laden with history and and folklore. Stories of love and romance. Tales of struggle and strife. Dramas of the hunger for power, money, and fame. Chronicles of immigration and homestead. Impurities being formed and working to perfect them. Where we stand by liberty and freedom. Where the magic of things creative and all things imagined comes to life. The place that houses a man and woman who protect our liberty and freedom. One is a lady of green, with a torch of yellow. The other is a man of grey who sits on the chair of truth and justice. The city that holds the heart to our nation.
Charles HernandezPublished 6 years ago in PoetsGently Resting
She sobs silently Her gentle heart broken Her gray hair frayed. As her only son lies in the ground. Gently resting. He signed up patriotically
Heather CollierPublished 6 years ago in PoetsProblems of This World
Identity Crisis I'm falling, slowly but surely. Dead people are calling my name, saying Enter into the kingdom of hell.
Kyleigh BaltzPublished 6 years ago in PoetsDear Conservative Family
Dear conservative family, I may have different views than you, but that doesn’t mean that I am against you No, you didn’t “raise me better than that”
All-American Family
Dying to be perfect I am from an all-american family. From beautiful sons, daughters, aunts and cousins. I am from a perfect family
Savannah PetersonPublished 6 years ago in Poets