Bulletin Board Poems - Poems about Bulletin Board

...I feel like I’m just floating through time like every moment exists on some line. déjà vu is just a tear in the thread that’s holding seconds collectively storing lifetimes from the beginning to the ......

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...{"I want to be at arm's length of people because I have met you. You reflect on what I believe and disbelieve. You introduce me to a sacred hollow shallow cage you call your childhood home. Howev......

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.......BLACK HELICOPTERS NEVER FLEW. (except in crazy theories) Everybody knows, that there is no such thing as a conspira......

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...You Must Be My Love You must be my love, I dream about you every morning, As the cracks of sun peel open My eyes. I kiss you goodbye, until Later, when we shall be together again. You must......

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..."If I knew...Because I heard this song, I'm in tears. For no reason." "It's not for nothing, it just makes me also." "By the way, not long ago, a sick black young man was assaulted by the same ......

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...There was an old lady who wore an old shawl, knitted it herself with wool bought at the mall. Now old and ragged, Granddaughter Pennie thought my friends and I could knit a new one, and we ought! ......

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...I have pictures on top of pictures on top of pictures on my bulletin board. They are from children, and they never get taken down, they get stapled over. It is a haphazard, happy pattern, and I pla......

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...Color delights me, instantly glorifies joy and hope. If I like it. I change my office at work when I get bored with it. I am a giant kid. And I know the kids that come in like new stuff too. ......

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...As I empty a bag and look over the donations in it I think, “Geezus why; not even I would willingly take any of this! If I didn’t work here taking donations, I’d throw it all in the garbage!" Us......

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...Hello! Yes, I got your number from my sister. She got it from the bulletin board at the “Stop, Shop and Save-a-lot” I’m calling about the ad for “cleaning lady needed” I have a couple of que......

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...This rainy precipitation keeps falling endlessly from my face. My hand slips everytime I attempt to wipe the wetness away. No one cares, because no one sees me as myself. Why? They just see me as a ......

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...Sometimes I don’t know which one of us is broken And which one of us does the breaking I’m still not sure exactly who I’ve become Or if I’ve even begun changing You stepped out for another smoke ......

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...Opening the Drawer Letting out my there's-my-phone Roar Destined to live life to the fullest Relevant determination of the writer flows in my good blood Envy not, competition - so be it Amphi......

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...Learning disabled, hopelessly unemployed Troy can't write the address for his next interview. Warehouse stock, 331 Tiffany Street, in the Bronx. His girlfriend, Trinity, also unemployed, with one......

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...We wave good bye now Yellow paper hearts staple gunned to the bulletin board flapping in the fan breeze She nods at her work The chalkboard washed and dried And with gnashing teeth One by one ......

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