Everyman Poems - Poems about Everyman

There lived a greyed, an old bald man At sixty of age in a squalid barn So rich that he could not feed his home His colleagues outshined to beat their glome He helped his men to mend their mouths But had his own reeking at shouts So rich, he could not treat his pot belly His big nose villagers have turned...

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Epitaph for My Father, an Everyman (Written with John Hughes in mind, as he will understand) One night in particular, I recall, inside a restaurant, (although I hadn’t noticed any problem) my father Shouted, yes, more a shout than a question, “Don’t you know who I am!” This regional, southern PA tennis champion,; This small...

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Every Man Every man is a blind tourist On bare feet, naked body In the mystery world of foes Full of thorns and venom Battling against chaotic ordeals Unlucky he who tours long Fighting long folly wars With no victory in sight Ripening and rotting Slowly and surely Like tomatoes From anniversary To anniversary Finally resting In the dustbin Forever...

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I am History! Moulded of the Earth and the stars, of the temporal silence of a tear, as Jesus of Narareth, Albert Einstein, Martin Luther King, or a dust particle in a ray of sunlight, I threw off the shackles of inferiority. In a moment of revelation,...

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You are effervescent, scintillating, bliss Easily the most beautiful woman I've ever been with. Not your smile or eyes but your energy, I can't miss I'd love you as a Jedi or a Sith. Last night was more than I can put into text But this morning you brought back pain Pain I haven't felt since before we'd sext. I thought you'd...

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Counting beans by the sun through the California twilight yearning for a past yet undiscovered Ambitious wavelengths of earned emancipation growing ever to the trembles of a call from high above Reaching the peak, alas, vision obscured by the journey's destination never carefully known So for eternity the beans keep counting, wondering for whom their number turns to fate unaware that the mighty have fallen to the heights of ever more...

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