America in Verse
One Nation, United by Poetry. Exploring the United States of America through word.
Driving
I'm driving in a car with the radio blaring My wheels squeel but there's no one there for staring I have hopes tonight I won't make it to bed
Elexsis VandelPublished 7 years ago in PoetsFallen America, Rising like the Phoenix
Fallen, fallen! The glorious dream! The land of liberty, fallen. Fallen in love with liberty. Fallen, America, fallen. Rising, rising! Like the Phoenix, rising,
But Not a Drop to Drink
at the grocery store patience is a virtue 15 items or less I just needed water One family Three baskets full refugees or volunteers?
L. E. KingPublished 7 years ago in PoetsColorado
Wake up in the morning A little groggy in the head All of my body Asks to go back to bed Let the dogs out The morning routine
Amanda WashburnPublished 7 years ago in PoetsStreets of War
Streets of war You can drive your car down the street, in the slumbs of the city and see a war is brewing. you can see
Dean MartinPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBear Spray
I have a Voice! Freedom of expression - An Undeniable Choice They pulled me over Stole my ride Crushed it with ego pride
jeff mothersillPublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Letter to Michael Jackson
Dear Michael Jackson, I'd like to explain my huge attraction Your music makes me SMILE, makes me GET ON THE FLOOR. I dance until the BREAK OF DAWN,
We're Just Lines In Your Pockets
You point at us and laugh and say that we’re trash while you make cash from the blood of our sons, wash the stains from your hands, and sweep up the ash.
Kourtney RisherPublished 7 years ago in PoetsGypsy Soul
The wind howls And the lighthouse bells chime louder. I can see the peaking crimson red roofing standing tall in the horizon.
Sammie SmalleyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsOn Motivation
I wanted to tell a story: About motivation; About the feeling it makes as it tingles down the sharp recesses of your spine;
C.E. ZulinPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMoonrise
The sun paints the sky as it nods, out of sight, into the sea and the moon rises, out of sight, so high above, Emerging only with the dark.
A. F. LittPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Vault
Benjamin Franklin cried in the corner. His cotton blanket bleeding chlorophyll, saturating the gold encrusted floor. Bound in chains, his sadness turned into rage.
Kourtney RisherPublished 7 years ago in Poets