2015 Poems - Poems about 2015

2015 and years thereafter

2015 and years thereafter


The year of two thousand and fifteen,
has not been a good year for world peace.
Brotherhood of Man. I despair of our
lack of empathy with children killed by
Well-meaning
Bombs dropped by nations
Those who look for peace through violence.
I recall from history books a king named
Croesus, everything he touched turned into
gold, and he died amidst

this is the reroute 2015

THIS IS THE REROUTE
THE RUT FOR THE RAM
NOT LIKE A DODGE 
WHERE YOU GOT
ALL YOU CAN

THIS IS THE REROUTE
LIKE A YEAR FOR A SCORE
A WANDER NOT REACHING
FOR A HEART TO WANT MORE

THIS IS THE REROUTE 
A MOVE FOR A MESS
LIKE  A MISS
YET THE SCENE ON
THE TURNPIKE'S 
LIKE A VIEW THAT'S 
A KISS

THIS IS THE

Valentine's Day 2015

Valentine’s Day 2015
An odd way to spend it,
At Hospice watching Nana sleep,
This room becoming our world
On a rotating basis.
Right now there’s me
And Nana and IT
The elephant in the room.

The doctor said IT could come anytime.
The nurse said everybody’s different,
And IT can be different, too.
The family structure never the same
When our strong matriarch succumbs to IT
Death,

Oscar 2002 To 2015

Before I knew the day, the time
He’d die, 
I came home to him,
My little smile, knowing he’d
Be there, he was always there
Always aware I was his
Defender, his reminder that
Some of us were willing to believe
In his war with intruders
Intruders who were often invisible
Yet, unmistakably real
Like the thunder he accepted
With trembling heart, fear concentrated
It seemed almost

Life 2015

Life 

Life is like a light
That you can switch
When the world says why
And the B- word hits

Life is like a light
That you leave on
When your friends have left
And good times are gone

It’s like a light
In a darkened time
When the world say what
Your life don’t rhyme

It’s like a light 
That you can shine
When the words say

Loving My Refurbished Fifteen Inch Mid 2015 Macbook Pro

Loving my refurbished fifteen inch mid 2015 Macbook Pro

A lightning fast machine
purchased three days ago
now comfortably nestling with
said technological wonder,
where outside a cold wind howls
measuring windchill factor of five below
allowing, enabling and providing me
an opportunity to create virtual reality
issuing veritable deathblow

to any brave soul daring to weather
the onset of cold air masses
associated with atmospheric winds
nsync

September 1 2015

I'm learning to trust
My instincts
I'm learning to stare
And not blink

© From A Poet's ??
9/1/15

September 1 2015

My best friend
Is 64
And she doesn't 
Live next door

My best friend
Is twice my age
But she isn't
And old sage

© From A Poet's Heart
9/1/15

Poem, February 2015

and if I start with “once upon a time”
will you find yourself
getting suitably comfortable
ready to hear a fairytale 
or a long piece of vomit?

how will you be dressed?
so fine, like before
or “beggar casual”
in torn stockings
in the middle of a nightmare?

the fake journey you’re undertaking
lying back, thinking of warm baths
bubbles, candles, wine so fine
no time now

Valentines Day 2015

Valentine’s Day 2015

if i were the breeze
i would rustle autumn leaves
round your quickened 
feet
and tumble milkweed angels
up and down your street
if i were the weather
i would mist your mornings
with countless rainbows
and light the way
where you and the world
often meet
if i were your lover
i would exalt you
like no other
mix the bitter
with sweet
into a batter complete 
with

Oct 2, 2015

Surely, the demons I face
While my eyes are wired shut
Cannot grasp the taste
But can only smell the blood.

I know they’re laughing at me
Some are pulling me forward
Wanting me to come and see
What lies behind closed doors.

My hand pulsating profusely
I place down a sweaty palm
Jiggling the handle frantically
Locked, so terrified I call.

I know what’s behind remains

March 9th 2015

March 9th 2015
Written: by Tom Wright

Before sunrise came was morning drizzle,
Gloomy days cause serious thought taper.
 Often causing my temperament to sizzle, 
Soon worthy thoughts appear as vapor.

I relish not days that too oft depress,
For it plucks from me a blissful feeling.
While worthwhile thoughts it may suppress,
It, in no way, hampers me from kneeling.


Finding Joy

Dear Shari Todd Written July 29 2015 Hello 1u

Dear Shari Todd – written July 29, 2015

While rifling thru outdated writing, 
     which virtual thumbing
     wrought non deadly chancre “FAKE” blister
(long thee envy o' this wordy mister
a reference to mine youngest sister
prior tuff fall lout dynamic
emotional frenzied analogous 
     rapacious seditious tempestuous

Dear Shari Todd Written July 29 2015 Hello 2u

wing my loss) if grim reaper 
     came for das scribe as skew
ward poem attempted to infer, now 
circling back to your queue
ped ditty linkedin with aforementioned 
     poppycock poo poo
merely a hypothetical premise aye drew
     if my unexpected demise took place
 

49 Years 2015

49 Years 2015
Return again for fortunes sake
to live without frills and pay our bills
But thats just the nature of our times
So here we are at this stage of our lives
slowly approaching the golden span
our extended families fading away
when someday there will be just us two
and our children will hold the banner
to move the Sergi name

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