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Best Poems Written by Mitch Lindenman

Below are the all-time best Mitch Lindenman poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Just Me and My Texts

As I sit at home
Feeling so alone
I hear a ding
Come across my phone
Just a text message
Another text message
Broken record same song
It's probably just my mom
Wondering when I'm coming home
Or just my brother asking
What's been going on
Why do I need a phone
When I still feel so alone, I’m so alone
It's sad but true I must admit
The only relationship I have
Is with the alphabet
A bunch of letters in a text
Just rearranged a bit
Always the same stories same content
You could even call my phone my Juliet
I look around the room
It's just me and my silhouette
But even he leaves as soon as the sun sets
So then it's back to just me and my texts

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Stranger I Thought I Knew

You carry suitcases full of makeup
But I guess it just takes a lot
When you have to apply it to both faces

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Only A Fool

Racism is like someone shoving a bunch of M&M’s in their mouth and trying hard to convince themselves and others that each color tastes different.

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My Sorry Goobye

Boyz 2 Men were right
It’s so hard to say goodbye
That’s the song the DJ plays
Inside the back of my mind
As I walk up to your granite stone
And read your name carved out in grey
I begin to daydream about
What it would be like if you’d had stayed
But this time I didn’t come to reminisce
I came because I have something to say
It’s been 20 years since that fatal day
But I still think about it every single day
As if your soul left your body
And got lost in my brain
So I have something to tell you
And I’m going to try not to cry
But it’s time to let you go
It’s time to let you fly
I just came to tell you that I’m sorry
This is my sorry goodbye

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The Climb The Fall

Depression is like a game of Chutes and Ladders.
We climb and climb until our arms and legs are so numb and weak we can barely move. We want to give up but keep moving on. Until eventually we land on a chute falling all the way back to the bottom just to start over again and never quite make it to the finish line.