America in Verse
One Nation, United by Poetry. Exploring the United States of America through word.
Watching a Woman from Across the Room
Sitting at the window table, watching the headlights turn to taillights in passing While an open door offers nothing but
A. F. LittPublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Generation Angry
A generation angry is a caged animal, a bear poked on countless occasions by those who wear its fur while filing its claws.
Kourtney RisherPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Art of War?
When we are told there is an "Art to war," It makes me question, what’s it said like that for? And then I think, and wonder why,
Connor kinsleyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBehind His Eyes
He looked at you with hopeful eyes. Hoping one day you would see That he is tired of all the goodbyes. He only wants you to see what he can be.
Janetta PoitraPublished 7 years ago in PoetsPoems on Auto Pilot
On the night of my 23rd birthday, I had a rather disturbing nightmare. I found it difficult to fall back asleep. In order to calm myself down, I started to mess around with the auto suggestions on my phone.
Jason M. CareyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsInner City Living
The bad thing about summer, Is all the drive-by shootings. The good thing about winter, Is everyone is too cold to load a gun?
Amanda ZylstraPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAmerica the Beautiful?
Is it truly America the Beautiful? Or is it America the Foolish? We Americans live in pride, but are we too full of pride?
The Properties of Dust
pulled from the riverbank blown together from dust blown so far above the earth so far below the sky as the wind blows
A. F. LittPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTides
Three days later... One thousand feet, might as well be miles, above the tides below, I stand on the dry, clumped dust
A. F. LittPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSummertime
I Feel the Sun beating down on me. The warm sand beneath my feet Creeping between my toes. I hear the waves slapping at the shore.
A.C. ZempleniPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMoreh
Crossing from there to here... Crossing from stone to stone… In the wadi, desert winds blow hot Dust into the eyes
A. F. LittPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBeaten by Those Who Protect
The question is do we want to be free or safe? Being truly free I can kill whoever I want When and where For anything petty
James FuentesPublished 7 years ago in Poets