#smalltowns - Hello Poetry

I walk down the street And all The white people Call me racist names And talk behind my ******* back And then I just sit here And think..... "huh, I got a ************* fanclub here!"

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Aug 12, 2019

Aug 12, 2019 at 8:08 PM UTC

Starry89

Fanclub

I walk down the street And all The white people Call me racist names And talk behind my ******* back And then I just sit here And think..... "huh, I got a ************* fanclub here!"

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small logging towns aren’t a place for acorns the clay soil can only hold pine acorns get lost here covered under mud stepped over and on by steel toed boots watered by only the rain no nurturing hand to help not a place for an acorn at all escape is a crow snatching the nut in its beak flying over mountains and rivers eventually dropping the nut descending down to a city park here the soil is just right mulch and compost water comes once a day like clockwork feet step around a good place to take root in this nurturing place a few years down the road branches grew sturdy bark is thick leaves block out the sun birds make nest here children climb picnics take place below to the acorns delight they've grown into a place where others can thrive

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Apr 14, 2018

Apr 14, 2018 at 11:30 AM UTC

Rowhomeward

13/30 growth

small logging towns aren’t a place for acorns the clay soil can only hold pine acorns get lost here covered under mud stepped over and on by steel toed boots watered by only the rain no nurturing hand to help not a place for an acorn at all escape is a crow snatching the nut in its beak flying over mountains and rivers eventually dropping the nut descending down to a city park here the soil is just right mulch and compost water comes once a day like clockwork feet step around a good place to take root in this nurturing place a few years down the road branches grew sturdy bark is thick leaves block out the sun birds make nest here children climb picnics take place below to the acorns delight they've grown into a place where others can thrive

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you’ve met the love of your life in college before age 25 and you both want to marry in the church on campus where you met— flower crowns for the bride and her maids suspenders and rolled-up sleeves for the groom and his men. You want to settle near both of your parents (they’re close enough that you won't have to compromise too much) and work 9 to 5 Monday through Friday in the city and spend your weekends on the lake and boat, jet-skii, watch the sun pass through the sky and over the water, where you learned how to swim (your father threw you in) and thus, you’ll teach your children. They will call your mom Grandma as she makes walleye and hotdish for supper and they will call your dad Grandpa as he stokes the campfire for roasting s’mores. It’s nice to know no water is bluer and no sky is clearer even when moon and stars flicker like lanterns in the wind as the clouds pass over. It’s nice to never wonder because you never asked for more.

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Oct 9, 2017

Oct 9, 2017 at 11:04 PM UTC

lslaathaug

It’s nice to be one of the people who know

you’ve met the love of your life in college before age 25 and you both want to marry in the church on campus where you met— flower crowns for the bride and her maids suspenders and rolled-up sleeves for the groom and his men. You want to settle near both of your parents (they’re close enough that you won't have to compromise too much) and work 9 to 5 Monday through Friday in the city and spend your weekends on the lake and boat, jet-skii, watch the sun pass through the sky and over the water, where you learned how to swim (your father threw you in) and thus, you’ll teach your children. They will call your mom Grandma as she makes walleye and hotdish for supper and they will call your dad Grandpa as he stokes the campfire for roasting s’mores. It’s nice to know no water is bluer and no sky is clearer even when moon and stars flicker like lanterns in the wind as the clouds pass over. It’s nice to never wonder because you never asked for more.

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Small town sounds Unlocked doors Not that many cars. Main Street grocery store Nickel candy bars. Church Street, “Sunday shoes”, Parents stood outside and smoked, Kids caught with cigarettes Would have allowances revoked. Corn Growers Push mowers Friday football games. Everybody, Everywhere, Knew everybody’s name. Summer shouts Paper routes Cub Scouts once a week Boys and girls in sixth grade Dancing cheek to cheek. No shirts Blue jeans Walking through the beans Witches, ghosts and scary things Every Halloween Greased pigs Little League Swimming lessons in the lake Talking back to teachers Was a BIG mistake! Teachers had hard paddles that They were not afraid to use Parents told them, “Go ahead.” And they did not refuse. Bicycles everywhere Pocket knives Truth or Dare Water balloons, Kids Cartoons Fishing in the creek Not it Gravel pit Games of Hide and Seek Bible School Golden Rule Jesus Loved Me This I Know Several generations Watching children grow. Laying on a blanket Watching shooting stars Teachers went two towns away When they went to bars. Home grown tomatoes Juicy burgers nice and thick Eating home-made ice cream Until all of us were sick. Nine o’clock bedtimes The nights were very still I still hear the small town sounds I guess I always will. PwL 5/5/15

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May 5, 2015

May 5, 2015 at 1:49 AM UTC

phil-lindsey

Small Town Sounds

Small town sounds Unlocked doors Not that many cars. Main Street grocery store Nickel candy bars. Church Street, “Sunday shoes”, Parents stood outside and smoked, Kids caught with cigarettes Would have allowances revoked. Corn Growers Push mowers Friday football games. Everybody, Everywhere, Knew everybody’s name. Summer shouts Paper routes Cub Scouts once a week Boys and girls in sixth grade Dancing cheek to cheek. No shirts Blue jeans Walking through the beans Witches, ghosts and scary things Every Halloween Greased pigs Little League Swimming lessons in the lake Talking back to teachers Was a BIG mistake! Teachers had hard paddles that They were not afraid to use Parents told them, “Go ahead.” And they did not refuse. Bicycles everywhere Pocket knives Truth or Dare Water balloons, Kids Cartoons Fishing in the creek Not it Gravel pit Games of Hide and Seek Bible School Golden Rule Jesus Loved Me This I Know Several generations Watching children grow. Laying on a blanket Watching shooting stars Teachers went two towns away When they went to bars. Home grown tomatoes Juicy burgers nice and thick Eating home-made ice cream Until all of us were sick. Nine o’clock bedtimes The nights were very still I still hear the small town sounds I guess I always will. PwL 5/5/15

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Your small town Has four corners Across the road From your house. When the time comes, Choose a road, North, South, East or West, And follow it fervently To the end. If all goes well, You find yourself Back in your small town Sometime down the road.

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May 4, 2015

May 4, 2015 at 10:24 AM UTC

francie-lynch

Four Corners

Your small town Has four corners Across the road From your house. When the time comes, Choose a road, North, South, East or West, And follow it fervently To the end. If all goes well, You find yourself Back in your small town Sometime down the road.

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You're falling in love just out of high school visualising pedestrians full of life of memories in your local grocery store's small-town parking lot dreary day and grey sky only because he left you empty in this lonely world too petite for two people whose souls have always been too large for this type of crowd manifested by people always staring when we burst with color at the flick of our fingers on cheeks or warming cold hands and when you stopped cramming into this space when you stopped trying to fit you made it your destiny to absorb to fill rather than to squeeze finding solace in places most unusual because every ******* thing still reminds me of you even when the clouds don't want me to see the sun fights for it's moment of fame screaming "Please see his face one last time," and I do I obey leaving me worse off but better than I was before because you can cut the string around my index finger with your knee quivering smile but I'll remember I'll still keep your promise safe in my palm in the center of my lungs and I don't care if you trash it as long as you keep mine.

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Feb 16, 2015

Feb 16, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC

amanda-24

Small

You're falling in love just out of high school visualising pedestrians full of life of memories in your local grocery store's small-town parking lot dreary day and grey sky only because he left you empty in this lonely world too petite for two people whose souls have always been too large for this type of crowd manifested by people always staring when we burst with color at the flick of our fingers on cheeks or warming cold hands and when you stopped cramming into this space when you stopped trying to fit you made it your destiny to absorb to fill rather than to squeeze finding solace in places most unusual because every ******* thing still reminds me of you even when the clouds don't want me to see the sun fights for it's moment of fame screaming "Please see his face one last time," and I do I obey leaving me worse off but better than I was before because you can cut the string around my index finger with your knee quivering smile but I'll remember I'll still keep your promise safe in my palm in the center of my lungs and I don't care if you trash it as long as you keep mine.

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