Best Reprinted Poems

When taking a bath in the tub
The first thing you'll notice, if you stay in too long,
Is how your fingertips shrivel.
Then, as you rub and scrub,
You might see bits of skin coming off your legs and arms
And you begin to grow little.

Some children pay no...

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[This poem first appeared in the anthology, "The Soul and the Singer," Young Publications, c. 1968.  It was reprinted in my first poetry chapbook "The Lady in the Pink Hat," Candor Press, 1969.]

God rises from that distant hill
And surveys His wonder in silence still
Without...

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He Loves Her? He Loves Her Not?  – An Echo Poem
By Darren White and Brian Johnston

Darren White’s Original Poem – WHAT LOVE LOOKS LIKE
PoetrySoup.com - Reprinted with permission

“If anyone asks you
how the perfect satisfaction
of all our sexual wanting
will look, lift your face
and say,
Like this.”

-...

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There was once a man.
He’d always wanted to write,
But his biggest failing was
That he wasn’t very bright.

Whenever he started 
On a story or a plot,
Before he could pen it
He simply forgot

What he had thought earlier
And he wasn’t very wise
So all he wanted was that
The end...

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Happy Fourth Of July, Or Happy Independence Day

On this day we celebrate and commemorate the birth of our nation, The United States of America's Independence from Great Britain's monarchical hold and liberty's triumph
Congress voting in favor of Richard Henry Lee's resolution on the second of...

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I Woke Up

I woke up this morning to nothing, 
Emptiness crowded my lonely room, 
The sound of silence was deafening, 
I was blinded by the rays of gloom, 
(Just a dress rehearsal for the tomb) 

Walking on the sands of time, I wept, 
No footprints...

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If Your Love Belonged To Me

Are there no words that I can say, 
No supplication I might pray? 
My tortured heart would be set free.....
If your love belonged to me

I'd write poems that would make you swoon, 
Sonnets I've rehearsed with the moon, 
Your soul...

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The Day is Over

I stand at the edge of the abyss, 
If I jump, will I fly or fall? 
There was a time his love carried me, 
Today, silence answers my call

Now memories are all that I own, 
Love came calling, but didn't stay long,...

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Poet Thy Fear, Should Have Thee Cast Onto Page

Poet thy fear, should have thee cast onto page
Sank ink deep into paper for posterity
Others have endured despair and insane rage
Failure to act denotes not weak temerity

Now thee has deprived this world of thy heart
Acted in misery...

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You And I

I am the rose, you are the thorn, 
I am the calm, you are the storm, 
I am the light, you are the dark, 
You are the kindling, I am the spark

I am the grass, you are the weed, 
I am the feast,...

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It was called a planet when I was young
Placed in the Milky Way  after the "big bang"

Pluto is the Roman's underworld god
Hades to the Greek now that isn't really bad

Discovered by American Clyde Tombaugh in 1930
At that time to be called a planet it...

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I Will Always Love

Darkness greets this unwelcome day, 
Dreams of happiness fade away, 
They're gone before the sun's first ray; 
Tears are all I'm capable of.....
Yet, I will always love

At times, lacking the will to live, 
When I have nothing left to give, 
And solutions...

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I Hate It That I Love Your Poem - An Echo Poem

By Lewis Raynes and Brian Johnston

Original Poem by Lewis Raynes of PoetrySoup.com
Reprinted here with the permission of Lewis Raynes

Fake me is better than real me

It’s odd how we all have a persona,
An image we’d...

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my anonymity is stalking the streets 
like a preoccupation. mornings, slowly I creep
into august daylight, filling beat boroughs.
passing the time: digging fake burrows: 
motel rabbitrooms don't come with sheets: 
boxes gloomy in the dinge; dead-end streets.

dark corners; alleys; clean and replete.
rowers; faces; kept random, entreat
to...

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By Lewis Raynes and Brian Johnston

Original Poem by Lewis Raynes of PoetrySoup.com
Reprinted here with the permission of Lewis Raynes

Fake me is better than real me

It’s odd how we all have a persona,
An image we’d like others to see.
My emotional clothing, my charm and charisma, 
It’s...

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