Best F Scott Fitzgerald Poems

The Paths We Choose 
   by Edmund Siejka

When I was a young writer
I read all the greats
Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Yeats, James Joyce
And so on
I could write like them I said
So I felt good about myself
And wrote a play
In the heat of August,...

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“But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet;Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”
–“He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven,” by W.B. Yeats 

“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between...

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It’s a Nineteen-Twenties tune—forgive me, I was born too soon,
Going to fake it anyway, and bring back yesterday.
Inka-dinka-do, that old soft shoe—and I danced with Georgia Brown.
Muskrat rag—“can you spare me a ***?”—
And the stock market came dow-w-w-w-w-w-n!

It’s A Nineteen-Twenties song, the decade didn’t last...

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 ( "Write the truest sentence you know."  - F. Scott Fitzgerald ) 


Variant plurals suffering suffixation's whims;
fly-tomatoes and the valley boo-mouse,
when the sheep alumnus in a mother-in-law seed,
animosity-cat tiptoes in the church alchemy,
genetic forty-winks sing noun names; brag and blame.

Go to the spy...

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It’s a Nineteen-Twenties tune—forgive me, I was born too soon,
Going to fake it anyway, and bring back yesterday.
Inka-dinka-do, that old soft shoe—and I danced with Georgia Brown.
Muskrat rag—“can you spare me a ***?”—
And the stock market came dow-w-w-w-w-w-n!

It’s A Nineteen-Twenties song, the decade didn’t last...

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Big, blonde beauties
so beautiful and so pretty,
such girls of high class
drinking from glasses,
filled with the best champagne;
and smoking their fine cigarettes,
while gossiping their fine stories
bragging and spoiling on themselves.

ha! ha!

Tell me again about your big, booty, blonde beauty
and how she has such class!

ha! ha!

Look at...

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Emotions war against sense,
And his mind remains
A pot pourri,
And thoughts in his head
When he lies in his bed
Would make Dorian Gray
Appear pristine.
He wishes to moralize
On a corrupt example,
Yet from the wicked cup
He hath supped a sample.
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Working with the
great man, 
larger than life,
could be like living
in Los Angeles;
you might have 
a nice house
on a quiet street
with good neighbors,
but you knew
at any time, 
there could be a
drive-by shooting.


[Dedicated to my former boss, Dr. Matthew Bruccoli, leading expert on F. Scott Fitzgerald and...

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Quote from the original translation

Awake! for the morning in the bowl of night,
has flung the stone that puts the stars to flight,
Lo! the hunter of the East has caught
The Sultan’s Turret in a noose of light!

Dreaming when dawn’s left hand was in the sky,
I heard...

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It was the summer of 2014, I was just about to turn 13, spending June of summer vacation with my Grandmère, in Paris. Tonight, we’re at a fundraising benefit for African relief (it’s always *something*). It was a coveted ticket, I was told, because Keira...

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After I woke up and went out to our little balcony to write…
a ladybug landed on my computer and decided there to stay
As she traversed the perimeter of my computer…
I knew it was going to be great day

We took the tube to Buckingham Palace…where more...

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