Reminiscing Poems
A Little While
by Chelsea Peterson
The urge to frolic in the moonlight and chase the stars is greater than ever
Patterns, skies, and dark are familiar reminders of what will be
Plain circles swirl around and spiral out of control lifting everything that we have with them
Taking into consideration our plights, we long for continuity
There is no danger in being real, we are only here for a little while
cemetery
by Red Brick Keshner
Entering through resplendent gates,
to where countless dead seek final rest,
and those alive muse the touch of soil:
Where commemorating stones are monumental;
a reminder to all creatures that waste away
in vessels that perish beneath a hundred years.
Where manicured gardens court Repose
whose silence disturbed by a lazy breeze
......
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by Schafer Bailey
The sunshine found a way to peek through the clouds today
Faint scents of a warm summer forthcoming
filled the air around me with electricity
Today the city beamed with life
Students done with their final exams sat around the park
their backpacks bursting at the seams sat next to them
Women traded secrets behind sunglasses
Groups of teenagers with skateboards of all sizes
sat around sharing lit cigarettes
......
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by Schafer Bailey
The sunshine found a way to peek through the clouds today
Faint scents of a warm summer forthcoming
filled the air around me with electricity
Today the city beamed with life
Students done with their final exams sat around the park
their backpacks bursting at the seams sat next to them
Women traded secrets behind sunglasses
Groups of teenagers with skateboards of all sizes
sat around sharing lit cigarettes
......
cemetery
by Red Brick Keshner
Entering through resplendent gates,
to where countless dead seek final rest,
and those alive muse the touch of soil:
Where commemorating stones are monumental;
a reminder to all creatures that waste away
in vessels that perish beneath a hundred years.
Where manicured gardens court Repose
whose silence disturbed by a lazy breeze
......
A Little While
by Chelsea Peterson
The urge to frolic in the moonlight and chase the stars is greater than ever
Patterns, skies, and dark are familiar reminders of what will be
Plain circles swirl around and spiral out of control lifting everything that we have with them
Taking into consideration our plights, we long for continuity
There is no danger in being real, we are only here for a little while
