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"bleacher" poems

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a woman’s body/ 1 over me/pretty pleasing reciprocala (the) woman’s body (pretty pleasing) / is my reciprocal / her waist is my happy place

@makingloveintheafternoon45

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SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - TWELVE - TOM DALEYEven in Third Place the gods carry you / Niko and Nike, both Siblings to your Cause / The Festive Cheer, numbing their Silent Boo

@xavier-paolo-josh-mandreza14

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Homecomingit was the hooded-sweatshirt, sit-close-and-pretend-you’re-cold, bleacher-seat, / whiskey-and-coke homecoming that you never had when the leaves changed. / but the leaves changed anyway.

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Heroesso / here we Are: / Arnold......Shortman,

@robert-pulsen133

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biologyyesterday my feet rested comfortably on the bar of someone else's chair / and my eyelids slid heavy and the world seemed slow / a graph of survivorship curves glowing blurry on the whiteboard

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KILL A BEAT 2I bring hit after hit like a boxer / You haters' inconsistent / Everybody's on the same vibe

@lize-kingston32

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As We Forgive Our Debtors ( A Sestina for Father in Heaven)The city is shut, sparing its prey until tomorrow. Night rules, dreams creep down the street, eyes dead / Her poised being is the center of universe, that girl / She is loath to beg yet for the twenty fourth time of the night she sings out, God?

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Cross Country (XC)XC is running through the sprinklers with your crazy goofy team / Rolling your ankles running hills / Cross country means so much to me it’s true

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Color My Wishes (for Meghan)She draws Crayola green meadows / in which she frolics and laughs / snuggling up to her

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StanKanye West made me think polos were cool. I thought playing rap music while wearing polos would make me into a rapper. And then I turned into a tennis player. Tennis got me out of the hood. Let it be known. I could have went to court, and instead I chose the Tennis Court. / Tennis is fun. Before it was ratchet. Now it is tennis racket. Rapping was fun. Bernie Sanders liked rap. He liked Killer Mike, and he was a phenomenal rapper. Hilary listened to me. So I don’t know what that means. I should have been a rapper, but when I saw a videotape of Arthur Ashe playing tennis for Wimbledon, I felt a yearning grow inside of my gut, and it grew until I raised my hand to my mouth to smother the scream of nostalgia that I was feeling. / I wanted people to like me so I started rapping at cafeterias and bleacher stands. People drank cola and munched on popcorn as I talked about growing up in the hood of Burke. Real shit went down in the Burke. Like shit you wouldn’t believe. And that’s real.

@dannyartreads22

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When I first saw you(Children chasing, people screaming) / Good American fun / At a baseball game (pee-wee)

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NebraskaI’m sorry your football team lost, state. / Maybe you should invest / more time and

@sansara-justinovich50

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watcher blanchisseur , désespérée chimère romantique !! (Bleacher watcher,hopeless romantic chimera) in french!!!A hidden key / To unlock this soul / A Victorian queen

@brandon-nagley59

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The End is New (Touch of Orange)A touch of orange, / A kiss of blue / Through the mist and through to you.

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do you hear what I hear?enunciating, conversationally / the opposite of yelling at a foreigner / only wishing to be heard

@s-lyman-temple55

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ChatterThere it is again! / So loud! / So distinct!

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Thick, Thicker, ThickestThey romp on hour glass beaches, / Tee-up North and down South; / Pack jock-straps in bleacher bags,

@francie-lynch13

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CyclesCycles / by Michael R. Burch / I see his eyes caress my daughter’s breasts

@michael-r-burch36

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Bleacher featureI watched you from across the park / Like my silent reflection / Screaming

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bleacher thoughtsWhen you're young they say / if you don't change your face it'll stay that way / I've been frowning for too many days

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Harvest Dance, 1993Middle school, age thirteen: / that strange doubled feeling / when walking cinderblocked halls

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Liberal ArtistsWith left so deft you’d think it's theft / We are the blind man's ego death / We see the abstract poverty

@michael-marchese44

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Southern BoyA small house in the back woods / With an overgrown tree house - he's a southern boy. / We watch a kid ride a bucket

@ashlynrimsky34

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