They look at him His face covered by a dark veil Incomprehensive They analyze him Why is he hiding? What has he done? They look at him His face covered
Category: Poetry
Leave Maine or you’ll come to an end Join Boston for a delay Jennifer Lopez sang songs to be Puerto Rican in the Bronx Well, ruminate over the dollar bills
I like what is natural, what is healthy And I know that I stand alone on this because this world is an assembly line of what is called love From
I know I won’t be leaving here with you. Adieu et a dieu I say good-bye and to God because you know too much for me How do you solve
Aggression and mistakes, healthy tanned skin, skin burned with the threat of cancer, dating alienation and friends, alienation and family. Puberty and its unrelenting harassment. No matter how you see
You’re disgusting Are you kidding me? This must be some kind of joke You expect me to touch you After last night? You’re trash inside and out and I’m supposed
Do you ever picture your struggles? I did. In between chapters in The Grapes of Wrath There’s a turtle trying to cross the road Back then, that’s how I did
The tiny glass animals that decorated my mama’s shelf, the ones my sister loved so much. Looking into the duck pond for the first time and seeing my own reflection,
Thomas Hardy, Samual Coleridge and John Keats can all be considered Romantic poets. Hardy may be referred to as a “disillusioned romantic,” but he still writes about romantic subject and
The similarities between Virginia Woolf‘s Mrs. Dalloway and Kate Chopin‘s The Awakening are surprising. Without a doubt, Chopin influenced Woolf’s novel, but The Awakening has not quite received the same