Dormitories Poems - Poems about Dormitories

...I turn off U.S. 30 at an exit for Ames and see Jack Trice Stadium expanded. Memories stir of football games the jubilation and sorrow found on the field more than forty years ago where campu......

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... Carpet patterns and the swirlings of grain in wooden floors were maps to me of exotic worlds, portal holes for a child to enter and explore places edged on the furthest reaches of the f......

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...These are photographs of my village Taken over a hundred years ago The streets look just the same As those I used to know When Fifty or more years later That village was my family home And i w......

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...There’s still a Church and Chapel A pub, but no longer a school For there on the council Childless incomers rule. There are houses on allotments, Pastures where cows would graze Have asph......

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...Shame and years of tears have hardened like asylum bread and now the children want to know of your intricacies Mrs. Billingsfesh. Along the hallways of this home for wayward children, how fast ......

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...Dorothea, was that truly her name? Does it matter after all these years so long passed the heartache of a child's tears? This tale remembered from a lifetime that unwinds once forgotten and ......

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...Ytb! Ytb! You understand we had a contract? But what happened ytb? You were such a savior to many, A dream come true for many, Why did you abandon us ytb? We came to Turkey you were nowhere t......

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...Marian; Joe Canning (all rights reserved) ___________________________________ 'Marian' -------------- She was a small woman, a c......

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...Live up to your highest potential Live for the future Now is your time to shine Hoping hopelessly for you to be mine… But… I’m hesitant…unmovable air… Leaves us in this despicable despair......

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...As it shattered, shutters burst But the silence was shattered first By the angels who learned to curse in dormitories, thirsty on the second story... Through tattered shutters stumbled morning, ......

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...I linger beyond the rigid dormitories where wise, winter diplomats speculate over my weaknesses and vernal rites (as if I have no rights). Still I can hear the arguments staged as sol......

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