America in Verse
One Nation, United by Poetry. Exploring the United States of America through word.
The Non-Perks of Living in a Small Town
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.
Our Brave Protectors
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.
Kelsie TylerPublished 5 years ago in PoetsAssembly
I marched on Pennsylvania With like-minded warriors. We shouted and carried our words In sober steps, not treading the ground.
Emily EricsonPublished 5 years ago in PoetsTrump's Statue of Authority
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,
Ronalee HutchingamePublished 5 years ago in PoetsShattered Illusions
It was a late summer morning when the world changed forever. Images of unexpected horror from our greatest city, dispelling our national sense
Ruben WillisPublished 6 years ago in Poets4th of July
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
Carrie MoranPublished 6 years ago in PoetsWhen Is Juneteenth?
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
Elijah FisherPublished 6 years ago in PoetsMemorial Way
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.
SM FitzgeraldPublished 6 years ago in PoetsPresident of the Greatest Country
Everything started with fire, Fire directors, fire chiefs, To make room for family and friends To able to reach his endless greed.
Seven Minutes
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.
On Such a Winter
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
bethany alicePublished 6 years ago in PoetsOne in the Same
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.
Matthew GarciaPublished 6 years ago in Poets