America in Verse

America in Verse

One Nation, United by Poetry. Exploring the United States of America through word.

Misty Katea year ago
Where 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. Yet I feel like I’m expected Not to be protected From things that I do...
A. R. Ambrosia year ago
Super 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 But her waist should be tiny Were she real You know she'd br...
Natalie Andrusa year ago
Vietnam
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. My brother got drafted today, But he pretended there was something ...
Max Barnetta year ago
In 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 Brothers in beleaguered oaths forsooth and fore...
Sheara KLCa year ago
Rotten 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 We blame the snake and Eve When Adam took the apple Because we can't ad...
megan hopea year ago
We 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 Or the pollution causes the earth to erupt and burn When the great l...
The 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 ...
Heather Colliera year ago
Gently 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 Came back in a flag covered box His father's glee came cr...
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Kyleigh Baltza year ago
Problems of This World
Identity Crisis I'm falling, slowly but surely. Dead people are calling my name, saying Enter into the kingdom of hell. NOT YET, I say, Today's not my day to die. I won't. Today I will get help and th...