Poems about life – The Poetry Of J.P.

I Wanted the World

I wanted the world, and I found it,
I poked and I prodded with certain glee.

What I had found was youthful and free,
A boyish desire for wild
And wildernesses within me,
But the world was wicked and cheap
And myself so dumb and naïve
That I had found pills and gold drink.

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Simply to Dance

You are not an arrow,
nor is your path
flowing like time itself
from birth to death.

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Today’s Wounds

Even as newborns
we are defeated
by our very own nerves

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Easter Eggs

I want you to carry my eggs;
I trust you and the care that you take,
yet I know that you are afraid,

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Wooden Frowns

Nothing is more disappointing,
nothing so uncared-for
as one that knows let down,

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The Cave

The night comes,
whispering at the eaves,
as if to say,

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Safe Passage

he world is not enough for us of late;
the rough cold fate of living life to die
exchanged for the spending and getting of time,

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In Another Time

If I was born a thousand years ago
perhaps the beauty of birds
or all the natural world
would have been enough for me,

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Alone

I would tell you
that you
are not alone
and reference
two bodies tied
to each other
in space,
as if

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Hero

He’s nobody’s hero,
the man that wakes at dawn,
the bagger that packs bags
’till swole with groceries.

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Dad’s Shadow

On workdays he’d get up,
worn as the mattress’s springs,
and put on his dad face.
I’d sometimes see him through the cracks

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The Cynical Ones

We are the cynical age of man
we are the mouth of ridicule,
whispering alone,

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Endless Weight

I have gone out into the snow,
braving the winter’s fiery cold,
and searched for rabbit high and low
when frosty mitts refused to hold.

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Telescope Eyes

Often I think that people are distant
and only look close when viewed from a far;
Each star its own among the crowded streets
and lonely bars; each a beacon that peers

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Supine and Standing Dreams

In thumping thuds of far off drowsy drums
I hear the restless distant call of questions,
beckoning me closer to feel their boom
and beat within my body louder the taunt