If in America

If a tree falls in a forest,
does it make a sound?
. . .

My best friends love me and I love them too.
They are like my sisters and like my cousins.
We go together to school and do homework
Together.
We watch tv together and we sleep together

Independence Day 2010
Can be cracked or am that       you didn't
consider me or I thought so
recovering in a nap     You took the 4th . . .

Inordinate Desires
He set out on the innocent exodus. He went at Easter
In a lengthening dawn, and he did not count the days.
He was young. With the wooden comb his mother made him . . .

When the summer sun is blazing,
I pick daisy after daisy,
I toss them to my elephant
It makes him slightly crazy.

I gather chrysanthemums
When fall is in the air,
I toss them to my elephant
It makes him stand and stare.

I harvest bright poinsettias
In winter ,when it's chilly,
I toss them to the elephant
It makes him sort of silly.

I pluck bouquets of tulips
When they blossom in the spring,
I toss them to my elephant ...
It always makes him sing

Just tell you that you are my bestest friend I had. When I started school from the beginning of the year you didn't let me down and you defend me from others and I defended you fom others you have friends I have friends your friends are my friends and my friends are your friends. I love you a lot you are like my cousin and sister (sis) love you a lot

Jessenia you are my best friend forever,you never let nobody let me down you defend me and I defend you that's why I became your friend.You're jus the way you are with me I love you sis

3.Cars
Cars
Almost everybody has one, but what little thought we give them.
We drive our cars to work and school but even then we don't give our cars much thought.
You go from one exteme to the other, one guy might pay about $20,000 for a car, while another may pay $150,000 for a car. read more »

Sean Bitikofer
4.Rocket Race Car
I was born for driven dirt race car's
I'm not made for pavin long roads
I ain't cut out to climb high line poles
But I'm pretty good at driven my race car's read more »

chester wellborn
5.Happy Dog 2
I’m a happy dog in a car
Hope we’re not going far
I walk up and down the back seat
At each corner I’m rocked off my feet read more »

Flying Lemming
6.***** Car
What smoke, that is choking us
The people ask, nobody knows what it is
An old car that is honking
With tricycle tires and a motor that is backwards read more »

Mercedes Zoller

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Rachel Contreni Flynn

The Yellow Bowl
Dana Bisignani

Bankruptcy Hearing
Gary Metras

Lint
Jeff Worley

On Finding a Turtle Shell in Daniel Boone National Forest
Lucille Lang Day

Tooth Painter
Nancyrose Houston

The Letter From Home
Lyn Lifshin

The Other Fathers
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(Untitled)
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At the Choral Concert
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Photo, Brownie Troop, St. Louis, 1949
Deborah Warren

Marginalia
Regan Huff

Occurrence on Washburn Avenue
Anne Marie Macari

From the Plane
Gerald Fleming

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Sebastian Matthews

Barbershop Quartet, East Village Grille
Charles Harper Webb

The Animals are Leaving
Zozan Hawez

Self-Portrait
Jose Angel Araguz

Gloves
Russell Libby (1956–2012)

Applied Geometry
Robert Haight

How Is It That the Snow
Early October Snow
Dan Lechay

Ghost Villanelle
James P. Lenfestey

Daughter
Robert Hedin (b. 1949)

The Old Liberators
My Mother's Hats
John Maloney

After Work
Kaelum Poulson

The Crow
Stuart Kestenbaum

Prayer for the Dead
Emmett Tenorio Melendez

My name came from . . .
Gary Dop

Father, Child, Water
On Swearing
Berwyn Moore

Driving to Camp Lend-A-Hand
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13.Travel Haiku - Harbour Island (Eleuthera, Caribbean)
Pink Sand Beach yoga
on and on I chant with the sea
seeking nirvana read more »

john tiong chunghoo
14.I Am The Beach...
As we walked along the beach, crashing waves
thundered in our ears and a light, salted mist,
dampened our lips. read more »

(brief renderings) Joe Fazio
15.The Power Of The Beach
As we walked along the beach, crashing waves
thundered in our ears and a light, salted mist,
dampened our lips. read more »

(brief renderings) Joe Fazio
16.Under A Blanket Of Stars
As we walked along the beach, crashing waves
thundered in our ears and a light, salted mist,
dampened our lips. read more »

(brief renderings) Joe Fazio
17.Under A Blanket Of Stars...
As we walked along the beach, crashing waves
thundered in our ears and a light, salted mist,
dampened our lips. read more »

(brief renderings) Joe Fazio
18.ON A ROCKY BEACH
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Aldo Kraas
19.Travel Indonesia Haiku - Batam Beach View Resort
Batam Beach View Resort
holding up the sky
the bull horn chalets read more »

john tiong chunghoo
20.On This Beach...
Life is a beach.
There are jellyfish. And sea urchins…the painful bumps along the road that we all encounter in life. On this beach.
In life..and on a beach there is warm water-like times, when we are happy, and have good times and enjoy living. On this beach.
We also have times, like a beach, when we have cold water times; when we are sad, or upset about losing someone or something. On this beach. read more »

Dark Fallout
21.Somewhere
Oh, to be lying,
On a beach,
Somewhere,
With sand in my toes, read more »

Linda Harnett
22.beach
BEACH

On the beach, egrets sleep, peacefully curled together.
Waves roaring and waves wildness wipe on the beach. read more »

Darryl K. Porter
23.HERE
I am here,
Sitting on the beach
Viewing the wave
Rolling up your name read more »

nice pinky
24.Shell in the Beach
a mother tells a story to her son
'there are three men
one of them went to the beach
and found a beautiful shell in the beach read more »

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Sharmila Voorakkara

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Max Mendelsohn

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Jonathan Holden

Car Showroom
David Tucker

The Dancer
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Marianne Boruch (b. 1950)

It includes the butterfly and the rat, the ****
Some dreamily smoke cigarettes, some track
Trish Dugger

Spare Parts
Carrie Shipers

Medical History
Love Poem for Ted Neeley In Jesus Christ Superstar
Steven Huff

Safe
Lee McCarthy

Santa Paula
William Kloefkorn

"I stand alone at the foot "
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How Good Fortune Surprises Us
Steven Orlen (1942–2010)

Three Teenage Girls: 1956
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Steven Schneider

Chanukah Lights Tonight
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Superhero Pregnant Woman
Anne Pierson Wiese (b. 1964)

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Snip Your Hair
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9.Show It At The Beach
Oh they won't let us show it at the beach no they won't let us show it at the beach
They think we're gonna grab it if it gets within our reach read more »

Sheldon Allan Silverstein
10.the sea
when you're at the beach you might see
surfers riding out to sea

when you're at the beach you might see read more »

Matthew Smi
11.Santa Monica Mountains..Kanan Dume
Santa Monica Mountains....Kanan Dume
There...in the distance...and one day soon
.......I'll be on the beach....at Malibu read more »

James B. Earley
12.At the Beach
At The Beach

You roll down the window
And even before you see it read more »

Khalid Icanttellyou

Now children may
Go out doors,
Without their coats,
To candy stores .

The apple branches
And the pear
May float their blossoms
Through the air,

And daddy may
Get out his ***
To plant tomatoes
In a row,

And, afterwards,
May lazily

There's no one mean as mean Maxine,
She smells like old cigars,
her brain is smaller than a bean,
I wish she'd move to mars.

Some day I'll list the things I hate,
And that is where I'll list her,
I'd like pack her in a crate
Too bad Maxine's my sister.

Miraculous Mortimer ( master magician)
Has sawn his assistant in two.
He can't recall how to reverse her condition
Has anyone here any glue?

She's my best friend forever I had in my life
She is like my sister I love her with all my heart J.A

Jessenia is my bestests friend forevering cuz she is like my sister I have I love her like my sister we go together to school and we do our homework together we chat together and we are friends together

My Brother My Wound
BY NATALIE DIAZ
He was calling in the bulls from the street.
They came like a dark river — 
a blur of chest and hoof —  . . .

Friends are enjoyable they are si fun they support you they do a lot of things. They support you like your mom they are like your sisters everyone have friends for to play we love friends a lot

2.On The Winter Beach
On The Winter Beach

I walk on the winter beach
from here to there read more »

Suchoon Mo_

News
News
No one loves news
Just the old people
Children don't love news
News gives you information.
Information is just bored no one loves news

Night Work
All summer, the city engine's low
roar capsizes our bodies into sleep,
groans, . . .

Notes for the Cactus Poem
The teddy bear cholla and the fat fat

. . .

Notes for the Cactus Poem

The teddy bear cholla and the fat fat

. . .

Poem About A Friend Gone!
By Stephanie M. Wendorf
Emotions ran through my head
I found myself wishing I was dead
All because you were moving away
I knew I would never see you another day

You got in your car and waved goodbye
and ..........
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Poem For A Friend Forever
By Sandra Rosene
Though it's only been a short while I've never had a friend like you
But soon you will be leaving me
And I don't know what to do
Your love and understanding
Have brought me a new ..........
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Poem About Friends For Life
By Angelica N. Brissett
We are Friends
I got your back
You got mine,
I'll help you out
Anytime!
To see you hurt
To see you cry
Makes me weep
And wanna die
And if you agree
To never fight

Poetry loves me
I live with poetry
We take a shower together
We eat together
We sleep together and we go to school together she loves me and I love her too we chat we live together
We read together
I love poetry
We live together

     The end of poetry

Poetry Is a Sickness

You write not what you want,
but what flaws flower from rust
. . .

School
School
Who likes school
I don't
You learn
And you are bored
Bu I hate school
I think
No one
Likes school

Several Altitudes of Not Talking
You are part of other people but not
like them. You live in a little wooden box
and wake up with your face . . .

Something silky, scarily there,
Ghostly and diaphanous,
Stole our socks and underwear,
And had a ghastly laugh on us.

Spring sillies
I think I'm coming down
with the spring sillies
My dafty thoughts are budding,
blossoming,
I'll call them daffodilly

My thighs muscles are stronger
As if they now  prepare
To bound and leap in meadows
Like the mad march hare.

A cheeky imp is glinting
In my left eyeball
Calling me to frolic
With the April fool

There's happy hope in spring growth
Nature's clever ploy
And I'll not let any April showers
Dampen down my joy!

Stenciled Memories
There was always fabric in your lap
and a whistle in your heart. A sweet
sap to be ****** waited in the garden. . . .

Stringbean small was tall and trim,
Basketball seemed meant for him,
At eight foot four,a coach's dream ,
And yet he failed to make the team.

It seems at practice ,string bean  small
Began to chew the basketball,
The coach screamed,"Stop! Don't nibble it!
I want you to dribble it!"

Oh, what a sweet child I'd Hannah Hyde ,
Oh, how thoughtful,oh, how nice,
To buy a hat with brim so wide,
It gives shade to the frogs
And the worms and the mice.

That Bright Grey Eye
BY HILDA MORLEY
The grey sky, lighter & darker
greys,
            lights between & delicate . . .

1.The Greatest Artist
God is the greatest artist
To whom no one can compare,
Streaking sunsets very beautiful,
Painting rainbows in the air. read more »

Udiah (witness to Yah)

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The Heart Of A Friend

There is a place inside us all
Where we can go to hide
From all the bad we've ever done
And from our injured pride

This place is called the heart
The only place we can confide
When we feel hurt and alone
We choose to keep our thoughts inside

It does little good, though
To go it alone in the end
If you look hard enough, however
You'll find comfort in the heart of a friend

It is the kindness of others
That brings forth the best in us
We learn many different things
How to love, share, and trust

As we continuously move forward
Time will heal all wounds, they say
Helping mend our broken hearts
Every day is brighter, we pray

You see my friend, have no fear
For you are never truly alone
Do not despair in times of hardship
You have the heart of a friend to call home

I breathed a song into the air,
It fell on earth I know not where...
And the song from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.

The mole is blind, and under ground,
Snug as a nest her home is found;
She dwells secure,nor dreams of sight
What need of eyes where all is night!

The eagle proudly soars on high,
Bright as the sunbeams is his eye
To lofty rocks he wings his way,
And sits amid the blaze of day.

The mole needs not the eagles eye,
Unless she had his wings to fly
The light of the day no joy would give,
If under ground she still must live.

And sad 't would for the eagle be,
If like the mole,he could not see,
Unless you took his wings away,
And shut him from the hope of day

But both live happy in their way
One loves the night and one the day
And god formed each,and formed their sphere,
A d thus his goodness doth appear

The neighbors are not fond of me,
I've little doubt of that,
For when I near their door,I see
They hide the WELCOME mat.