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I think of myself as an Outsider poet. Although I have been to college (and majored in Creative Writing), I tend to prefer prose poems-much more than poetry written in strict form. Also, like Emily Dickinson-I am rather fond of dashes. In addition, much of

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fear: 4 of 305
Beware the ones that call you, "Dear,"and whisper Shakespeare in your ear.They'll talk about you when your head is turned:"A witch from Salem-to be burned."They'll give you gifts, because you're poor:then steal your time, and beg for more.They'll praise with words not from the heart:Because telling lies is such an art.And whe... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Good-bye: 5 of 132
VAN GOGH'S CROWSIf I should dieas the sun setsand the crows flywill you forget me?If I should dieas my blood dripsand the saints crywill you remember me?After the paint's dryand the critics lieand the crows diewill you forget me?After I dieand a new sunriseand the crows flywill you remember me? More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Depression: 29 of 694
SUDDEN LIGHTI sleptin my clothesagainlast night. Those stubbornbuttons were beyondmy dyingfingers. No energy tounzip my pants, take off ashoe. The stark sunstabs my exhausted eyeseach morning.Shrillstreet sirens startlemy numb mouth open:A longsilent scream, in a deaf man'snightmare. Under the heavycoversI try to shutout the ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Never give up: 7 of 107
My Five Cent LifeI do it at the end ofevery month. And I nolonger feel dirtywhen I finally makeit home again:Cashing in a month'sworth of empty popbottles. I drag twohuge sacks to thestore-in the funnylittle granny carta friend bought mefor my birthdaylast year. It's onlya four block walk,but I get odd looksfrom at least a do... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Society: 22 of 282
UNWANTEDI found an old book in thegutter today: A battered bluehardcover unwanted by theworld. It had been kickedabout by a brutal foot-morethan a few pages were wrinkledand torn. So I plucked it upand carried it home. After Iwiped off some of the dirtI saw a cover as blue asthe sea. I wiped some moreuntil a familiar face app... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Lonely boys: 5 of 43
Ballad BlueI'm in a town I did not build,my room is rather mean.The fleas are leaping 'round and 'round-my body's not that clean.I stopped at Freddy's for the cure,the cost was not too high.I cannot scratch another spot-I'd rather see them die.I'm not an outcast in this town:Typhoid Mary who?I slipped and fell, but who has no... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Tyranny: 1 of 8
WHO KILLED SUPERMAN?The brave man in thesky was supposed tostand for America:Any small town boycould grow upand become a herojust like Superman.Just lose the glasses,turn a bright redtable cloth into acape. Nab a coupleof bad guys as theyalmost get away withsome poor old lady'spurse, and you'd beup in the big blue skybefore y... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Growing old: 31 of 190
OLDWhen I first saw you in line atSafeway todayyou were so very happyabout the roses.You held them to your witheredface, and breathed in theirsweet scent, then placedthem on the counter gently-ever so gently, like you werelaying them down to sleep.After the young cashierignored your warm hello,you kept on smiling sweetly-ever... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Haiku: Days Pass: 9 of 52
BLUE DAYSI am alone now.And the sky is without clouds:We are very blue. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Home: 64 of 167
COMING HOMEHe stood at the windowmost nights. An oldman with soft whitehair, and a smilingface. His bright blueeyes shone like rarelamps on a dark day.Coming home,not a star in thesky, if I felt a littlelost, or battered bythe world: I'd oftenlift my eyes up tothe 3rd floor, andhope to find himthere. That familiargay man in t... More..