Jason Poems - Poems about Jason

It’s been 10 years since I retired from teaching… but…every now and then…happily…some of those old memories soar… This week awakened by a letter…a photo… and a chance meeting at a grocery store. The letter was from Jason…an old student… in his letters…for me he always prays… We’ve been writing back-and-forth for years. His letter arrived today. The photo was of Stephanie… Her beautiful...

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The very next day Ray's family returned back again to Rene's fast food restaurant's with their adapted motto, 'quick and timely service with a smile." His father drove his car to the middle section that his oldest son, Ray was assigned to three days a week. While he was waiting on his hungry family they wanted...

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Jason texted Ray on his cell phone while they were riding their two separate city buses in the opposite directions. "I am so very sorry about my being such a jerk and giving you a bad time when you didn't deserve it! He texted a smiling face emo next. How can you possibly ever forgive me?" "I can...

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As I take my poetic pencil to describe, birth,      death ,                 earth                        and life. I see a young Jason coming, screaming Loud, loudly in the presence of those nursing As the  darkness walks away and the bright sun shines the way. Society and family clap their hands As they receive a fabulous creature Kind-hearted...

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APRIL 2024- Hours passed as 3 month old Damian Junior slept. Dolly and Molly Reminisced and thought about the future and the pass about Damian and Their families. Dolly checked The time saying "Damian will be Here in a while to get us. He's Done with School for the Day. Just then they heard Damian Pull into the Drive way...

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Here lies what was left of Jason Platt Who fell into a molten iron ore vat One fatal slip was all it took And no one got a final look. Written November 13, 2022...

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I'm not sure which part is worse, thinking maybe you found someone better, thinking this is all revenge from our fight, thinking this is all game and fake from the start. If it is, you won, you broke my heart. I accepted long ago that fairy tales weren't real, and happy ending weren't for me. I was always the "knight in...

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If it is red wine Jason will dine Since it is time For the young to have a dirty mind Oh brother Here comes headless mother Looking to kill my lover Oh boy am I gonna suffer Go to the other Cabin and kill another While I play a role That will make Jason fold...

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It's almost Christmas and you are not here. I tell myself you are happy and having a Merry Christmas in Heaven, But my heart won't listen. All it does is continue to break, tears keep falling I swear they could fill a lake. I miss you this Christmas Eve, this coming Christmas Day. I put the smile on and act...

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My favorite legend still has salt on it, white freckles left from the sea of Colchis. If you search carefully, you might even find a whisp of golden byssus slipping into your palm. Chart laid out, course set for the ram of Phrixus; fleece beyond the friendly sea one must brave the clashing rocks. The gods will have their game, but none can...

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laughter belly aches in positive terms, blame the yeast before the bread crumbles the horse fits its harnass enough for one to vanish pierced through the heart of all understanding its even safe for walking Tribute To Jay Longo singer of S.O.S. My dreams are incredibly vivid and lucid. So much so, that at times,...

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Jason Voorhees was reborn as Alex Duffy The psycho with a pen, who will turn the most beautiful ballad ugly I’ll make Freddy Krueger sick from the horror and the gore Make Michael Myers cry in the corner of the store The way I move my pen and draw blood from the paper will make them flinch You can run...

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I lost myself a while back, but I'm writing a new chapter in my story I use my pen like a Machete I'm the poetical Jason Voorhees I've been through some horrific times, so I turn my poetry into a horror scene Use my pen as a weapon to help me make it to tomorrow's dreams I may get...

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A jittery dude we call JASON Wanted to excel as a MASON He laid concrete down Then spread it around When dried he had someplace to PACE ON...

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Just nineteen So much of his life yet to be seen When you feel all alone You’re not...just pick up the phone When you are feeling blue Know there are people here for you There is a light You just need to find the strength to fight It may be dim now But soon it will glow Life is full of ups and downs Happiness, sadness,...

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