Point Is Poems - Poems about Point Is

...We’d already beaten Japan But the A-bomb was Truman’s plan To tell Russian reds We’ll cut you to shreds And that’s how the Cold War began We flashed two targets civilian And killed p......Read the rest...

...what no utensils we've hands ~ soup kitchen water main in-gr[id-i-ot] French Consommé soup beef stock veal broth ~ no substance comes with twelve-course meal Miso water soup nine nine ......Read the rest...

...why you have to hate our youth age specifically our loving sisters you should know that we're born from these incredibles women that would heal why you need to be crucial why to be disho......Read the rest...

...*The poet waits quietly to paint the unsaid* 6 million or more flowers to honor the dead It's such a little thing-- remembrance, with flowers a labor of love that would take many hours Hardly......Read the rest...

...I'm not emotional about poetry to call it a 'crush' Sometimes I get ideas, but hardly ever in a rush to write them down like I have a bee in my bonnet I'm not prone to compose a Shakespearian Sonn......Read the rest...

...My sleep evaded by the rabble running through my head, I pull about my wrinkled sheets and scuttle out of bed. I sign upon the secret line to enter Poetry Soup, and once again, now......Read the rest...

... "canon service" “We follow the rules here”, he said incorruptibly like he was untainted as holy water from the incorruptible font, he had an upward inflection in his ......Read the rest...

... When I was a young boy I knew Memorial Day meant people came together to remember…to commemorate…to pray… but back then I did not understand the true meaning of the day. To young me it was jus......Read the rest...

...I wanted to be everything in my life but not a writer I wanted to scream shout and fight for everything but my timid self couldn't be a fighter, And now  It feels like writing has become an intrica......Read the rest...

...thirty three strings of our vertebrae reverberate with music of the spheres a harp upon which Divine Mother plays nectar flows upward through the medulla settling finally in head ovoid at the Bi......Read the rest...

...There are people who are beacons of hope, Who keep bitterness at bay, Despite all that comes their way, Each and every day. Of course they feel anger, Despair, sadness, and loneliness, And wa......Read the rest...

...How lucky I feel to live for real, melancholia that is hard to reveal imagine.scribble. gives me chill Live in austerity, an innocuous thrill How lovely I feel to have this pen in my hand you......Read the rest...

... Mr. Me Each nation is convention Of lingvo political unity In this configuration There is no point in me Politics make tensions They cannot set the rules That satisfy their nations Exce......Read the rest...

...The gun seems gun-shy in this space where deer hides hang on rustic walls and granddad-tick-tocks beat, instead of hearts in hollowed skins. The gun a “trophy-bagger” in its rack, a loud-mo......Read the rest...

...A harrowing drive on the Schuylkill Expressway (route 76) both heading into (and a small number of hours later exiting) center city Philadelphia to Schwenksville on May 19th, 2024. Yours truly......Read the rest...