Eighteen Poems - Poems about Eighteen

...I was from a poor rural county in Iowa The kind that drafts young men during wars Back in the late sixties many of our men went to Viet Nam Some did not return, others returned damaged Patriots......Read the rest...

...In the tapestry of time, a story is spun, Of hearts entwined beneath the sun. It began in the halls of youth's embrace, Where two souls met, face to face. In the halls of Primary, their eyes di......Read the rest...

...It's been a long time since the cicadas rumbled. History books say 'twas eighteen hundred and three When war struck the trees where bees sometimes bumbled. The seventeen and thirteen boys couldn......Read the rest...

... During a bad storm one night I turned on my television Grey and black flickering lines appeared, obscuring my vision I went outside and saw the aerial had bent over but it would have to wai......Read the rest...

...Sans sixth (psychic) sense... poise zen dystopian rant This prognosticator doth predict potential based at current rate sinister debacle that will instantaneously annihilate, United States st......Read the rest...

...Youth is a deep, colorful green as part of the most verdant life. Youth is a period of one's span of TIME. In the U.S., ......Read the rest...

...Born in New England in the wake of the Civil War, Her folks fled Irish famine and landed on our shore. At age five, she took sick, losing almost all her sight. At eight, her mother died, and h......Read the rest...

...Stories, stories that was told on to me, "A woman so pretty, with her flawless eyes. Soft lips, clear skin and her hair dancing tonight." My reflection, grudgingly I dared not to peek, In my shad......Read the rest...

...I've been meaning to write for a long time. but sometimes my words willingly remain hostage in my heart. Not wanting to be heard. Covered and crumpled. I cannot sink in I am 18. it's fri......Read the rest...

...Classroom door opens Third grader named Piper enters carrying cookies on a tray Would you like one? All the students yell that they want one. I tell them “just for adults,” for there are not enou......Read the rest...

...One for my comfy onesie, a word not invented yet in 1953. Two twins – me and my sis against the world Three favorite foods now are mashed potatoes, corn and chili beans Four times the fun when our......Read the rest...

... Born in London in eighteen eighty nine, a 'rags to riches' story just like mine. His childhood was full of horrid violence. In adulthood he was the king of silence. In silent reels of comedy ......Read the rest...

...I am not the nightlight, nor am I the monster under my bed that my father would tell me to fear. I never feared the unknown, just reality. Daunting, inexplicable reality. Reality was the shadow on my......Read the rest...

...Sugar was misnamed for she was perpetually unhappy. If I had a pony, I could cheer up. She got a pony and was more dour now. If I had a fire truck, I would smile from sunup to sundown. We went ......Read the rest...

...Distance I was four and so were you. You live there, and I live there too. For seven years passing, living here, Your face can't be seen anywhere. I was twelve and so were you. You live the......Read the rest...