High School Prose Poems

His obituary was in the newspaper today.  I had not thought of him in ages, yet he was always in a nest in my...

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From 1998, I was born while my existence was pronounced a fluke
Evil twin, though an age gap, I sat myself flat after physical abuse
I salute...

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Dear Aspiring Poet,
   My name is Gershon Wolf.  I am a member of this wonderful club called "Poetry Soup."  Here are...

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He did not receive high school education
He did not know the US President, either;
But he was a soloist, par se.
Amen....

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Dear Novice Poet,
Welcome to the wide open wonderful world of poetry!  Today more than ever before, a poem can easily be whatever you want...

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Dear New Poet,
Don't you just love modern poetry! So free to be ourselves in so many fun forms. Never mind the sonnet or finding a...

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Dear Budding Poet,

Modern poetry to me is the reflection of the chaos and
declining intolerance of modern times. It expresses the pent-up 
emotions writhing in complexity...

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Dear Awakening Poet

	Do not fall into the trap of succumbing to “Modern” as a type of  poetry.  Write as if the ink would...

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When playtime was over my tiny hands tediously picked up Tyco toys, a fistful of three at a time. "Atta girl," my dad would encourage....

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I Went On Facebook Today

I went on Facebook today
And I looked up my old alma mater
Everyone there looked so much older
And also they were all...

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I know you know what happened the year we graduated. Just like everything else, it trickled down the grape vine. We were seniors when SHE...

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We all have one in our lives, someone better than you,
not much to be done about it, in shades of blue,
where did he get the...

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There's no way to go back, sometimes I wish there was,
we'd pluck out the highlights, just simply because;
I'm not going to give a catalogue, a...

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When I was a young child, you were an old gray headed man that shuffled along slowly, aided by a cane. You never could move...

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Mama ate her collard greens with raw onions, pinching a 
morsel of greens with sweet cornbread, as juicy pork 
neckbones lay naked of meat. 

The...

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   sans to stand proud and tall 
   (all five and a half feet, but blunted maximum height 
  ...

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SOME GAVE ALL
 
Some gave eyes, arms and legs,
all predestined by their fate.
Some gave up dreams, their youth,
and women who wouldn’t wait.
Some lost it all,...

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That furniture at Grandma’s house has never had a;
Behind, sit down directly on it-
The plastic had duct tape overtop
Where something sharp had pierced a hole
This...

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My father never talked much about religion but he went to Mass every Sunday, the 6:30 Mass where few people would be and he wouldn’t...

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