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A Response to Ilya Kaminsky's "We Lived Happily During the War"
You say we lived happily during the war
as if it was a sin
As if, in the heat and fire of the end, we
are not to relish in the good
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Things I Know About You (a list poem for my best friend)
Things I Know About You:
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Route 50
Chase the deer, the red-stained pavement,
Chase the Ford F-150, white and black and silver, tires screech,
and suddenly the concrete is scattered with glass stars and
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Field Notes on an Elephant's Grief
What separates their grief from ours?
Research shows that elephants grieve
They have been seen to stand vigil
Quiet
Quiet wailing
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Gospel of the Alabama South
I am not a god / But the tales that spin from my /orb-weaver mouth flash, flash, / flash like the scales of the / spotted bass and the mud / between my toes is filled / with rich nutrients and the / alligator stalks the edge of / the riv
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Kid's Rhyme
Once upon a time,
In a place not far from here
A kid composed a rhyme
That you really wanna hear
“Hello to the redwoods
Hello to the bees
Loves
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this i know (a list poem)
- i do not believe in miracles.
- i encourage people to be optimistic. you never know what lies ahead.
- i am nearly thirteen years old and adults tell me every day i was born to be a poet.
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In the face of infinities
shatter me stars
a thousand shards of tomorrows
breaking across the dawn
picked out in typeset and ink
a thousand flaming horizons
reaching forward
as I shatter
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Love so Pure
I misinterpret what you mean,
I cannot quite decipher words,
Your voice is sweet, your love is pure,
But who is all this pure love for?
I’d wait for you,
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Countries or Just Petty Toddlers?
The ceasefire didn't last.
Now we're blockading their blockade.
Countries fighting like petty toddlers.
Trying to take control.
Ruining everyone else's lives as they do so.
America, Land of the Free, they say.
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Much needed explanation ('Therefore' is not a word in poetry)
Synesthesia lens brekadrown of poem from years ago
Circus is orange, a bright orange
That’s why it is best friends with chartreuse because they have fun together
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once we make it to the other side
i love spring
anyone who knows me knows that
i love how the butterflies swarm me
and the pixies make you cough
and how you can taste summer
in the sweet honeydew maple air
on the other side of autumn