Massachusetts Poems - Poems about Massachusetts

Glass Dolls Glass dolls in glass houses. Glass dolls with glass douses Of reality, don’t they know? That the girl who lives in fantasy Still sees a rainbow? And all the poems seem so hollow now- Because the light inside her is almost out. Because of the existence of Glass dolls in glass houses Dosed with reality, but they are so Hollow now....

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Flying on an easterly wind Over Atlantic waters, ever thinned A village comes back into view Eerily draped in a season anew Hanging now with purple wisteria Not accusations, not hysteria, Is old Salem town, lush and green Beyond, a cemetery lies, a reverent scene Dark houses, by cherry blossoms framed Brighten a place once so shamed, By masking her greatest tragedy With pink...

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My footsteps echoed the echoes of Time as through the streets of Salem I walked. The hour was early and the city still asleep with only a cat sitting quietly on a cold granite sill, the sky slowly turning from night into dawn, my mind still in twilight as my footsteps echoed on. The Ropes Mansion looked proud as I strolled Essex...

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I accuse you, she yelled, pointing to those who thought her dead. Cowards, they had sailed away after proving her innocence. Her family was horrified, because now it meant she was a witch. They screamed and ran away, leaving her behind. She cared not. I ACCUSE YOU! She screamed at the men on board the ship Her anger was...

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In a house in Massachusetts A wealthy mother of two sits Her son's in the Sox Where she has a box And that's where his sister Sue sits....

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Haunted... glowing foot falls on the dusted wooden planks cross the bridge following them I swing around enormous trees skirt quickly...trying to catch up were we holding hands as we walked ...did we hold hands? I can't recall but the muster of us like the gun smoke infiltrates the air here murmurs rattlings like tiny marbles on a wooden floor up the circular stairs...

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In Massachusetts, there is a family. Perhaps you have heard of them, their name is Kennedy. Father Joe and mother Rose raised children by the bunch. They became rich, and never needed a free lunch. However, they have gotten unlucky turns of the card. Despite their money, their lives have been hard. Joseph Junior became a casualty of the war. Because of...

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Under centuries of sediment Tramped by stalwart feet And twenty-two layers of blood Laid down like concrete From crunching force ambivalent To this mottled seat Dangles a shepherding spirit Bathed in phantom mist Playing on strings of circumstance When souls coexist With delusional flesh taunting once So violently kissed Until caressed in the nexus, Songs resonating In harmonic tempo profound Patiently waiting For the transitional gauntlet Nature’s creating....

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Releasing the rigid anchor line Leaving the safety of land in our wake Warm July zephyrs filling the sails Resting even hands upon the tiller As the bow broken waves drift slowly aft Herring Gulls night songs hang as we pass Violet clouds drifting in pinkish bronze dusk Outlining the schooner adrift on the horizon Dancing rhythm of the Highland Lighthouse Gifts a moment...

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