Jim Poems - Poems about Jim

Meaningless thoughts drift slowly across my mind Surrounded by bright gray and ebony sky. Magnificent desolation envelopes me. No perceived horizon, All is calm, devoid of Air, wind, and rain. I breathe and take in The stark beauty of a pristine...Read the rest...

Leaves flap in the breeze From the tops of the trees ’Round the battlefield that Rests just below. Hand to hand Sun to sun We pass on the notion That civility in war has never...Read the rest...

From the Summer of Love this snake slithers Exposes its fangs from a sleeve of gold Shakes the Venice beaches to the apocalypse of Viet Nam A song A poem Black leather pants wrapped around Apollo The End A worldwide revolution lasting...Read the rest...

Though he is quiet and meek, The spotlight he shall not seek. His light glows softly, inviting, So many hearts he is igniting. With poetry that lives on and on, To his poems my heart is drawn. His work will never...Read the rest...

Sand dunes erode away the meadows, sunflowers turn to a shade of red, sanguinary pool of limbs and skulls, let’s swim here for the taste of the hue. Burgundy pyramid upside down mini top, spinning vortices of moon dust afloat, the...Read the rest...

Jim I tried to tell you, but you refused to hear. As soon as I returned home from the Army You took me straight to your drug dealer’s abode. That was more than my friendship could ever bear I thought...Read the rest...

Soul's laugh soul's cry Soul's live soul's die But what of the soul's of trees Sipping soil in which we bleed Nature uses our body to feed Colorful tears shed are leaves Falling like a ballet in breeze Whimsical dramatic blue melody Trees...Read the rest...

Slavery is not the end of atrocities Suffered by minority communities The every day systematic sway Of bricks piled against you like A wall of pain So many bricks The millions murdered for simply being Who they were born to be...Read the rest...

Dreams of tropical beaches The dead won't let me sleep Money got me always on my feet A certain gift a contempt behind closed doors The sweetness of life illusions spelled out in a dream The dead won't let me...Read the rest...

his fingers could play a piano they are long and thin but they like the conga drums, he plays with vim they prance and dance over the head showing off their slim He is the ultimate drummer, Chicago...Read the rest...

A letter from a poetess Read from a sister to her sis' Written a few years ago by their mother About their unknown other brother She wrote- "I tried my life to go find him...Read the rest...

Hello. I was born after the Civil War and met my fate after much civil unrest. You may have never encountered me, but some things you might already know. My name is Jim Crow, and...Read the rest...

Here lies little Bill – He took such a bad spill… It happened at his still, Making liquor was his thrill Here lies gentle Jim – His heart was never dim, He died after losing a limb – Drowned because he couldn’t...Read the rest...

His tuxedo suit was extraordinarily fine A tom by nature, he could not stay in line Female pussies went wild over him Which amused us cousins, for he was our uncle Jim Why do they like you as much...Read the rest...

He'd wake up sorta rough around the edges then he’d pull in his teeth from out of the glass Yawn then rub his eyes with the back of his hands scratch his belly for a while and...Read the rest...