Best Tuition Poems

My vacant stare was sure to be 
a giveaway to anyone that saw . . .
I was a Pilgrim there to the land of techno-jargon,
of...

Read more of this work...

By Ezar

As snow flakes fall to cover the side walk my people get tired of the side talk
Work for me You won't be financially but...

Read more of this work...

A mother struggling through daily burdens
Raises her son to be studious and intelligent
Without any funds for his higher education
When strangers raise enough to pay his...

Read more of this work...

(this write is inspired by the real story of a homeless man who found a student's 
bag with two thousand nine hundred dollars cash in...

Read more of this work...

I remember the day when comments were the main
They're all very instrumental to the Soup's mainframe
Some comments are influential that created other writes
And many were...

Read more of this work...

(Austin, TX, 1955)

Mother writes me
From Korea
Ravaged by the war:

You are so blessed
Living in America
Land of peace
Land of plenty

I mumble:

Mother
I eat two raw eggs 
In the...

Read more of this work...

I Don’t Want

I don’t want my boy to grow up,
I don’t want my child to age,
I don’t want his hair to thin and grey,
or fear...

Read more of this work...

Don't tell me my dreams are dependent on a twenty thousand dollar tuition fee. Don't tell me, you scored high in this and low in...

Read more of this work...

Breaking in to America on a Snowy Evening
Loch David Crane
Minuteman Civil Defense Corps member
May 2, 2006

Whose land this is I think I know–  ...

Read more of this work...

She looked at him concerned
"Oh my God, we forgot the buns!"
A barbeque happening
Guests arriving
Coals flaming
Food prepared
But nothing to put burgers on
For their housewarming

Hasty instructions and...

Read more of this work...

If perfect means flawless, then a Perfect World
 is flawless too.
Persons would have to be the same
Frame of mind to have a Perfect World.
So that...

Read more of this work...

A festered quelling of song

Tasting broths of ritualistic intent
Evermore

Nevermore
Can epiphany’s silent facade
Hold me down
Ever
Again

A war of hellos
Goodbyes
I miss you

“Please, come
Home”

The laughable oddity,
I’ve always been here.

They...

Read more of this work...

Ah, the bloom was on the Rose
yet, the taint of alcohol and drugs
looms nightmare like behind her baby pink cheeks. 
Porcelain skin tones, raspberry rogue
nails...

Read more of this work...

When do we stop believing that we could become anything?

Remember the time in third grade when Mrs. Anderson asked us what we wanted to be...

Read more of this work...

The American Presidential Election on 8th November 2016
Will determine the nation’s future policies and government
Its candidates will qualify by caucuses and primaries successes
And all most...

Read more of this work...