Yes Karl Marx was to the extreme
but that doesn’t mean we must be,
and I hope we can all agree
that something needs to be
between you and me
to keep us free
to let us be
to gather information
and let us decide
who is best for us
and the whole country. Continue Reading →
“To My Dear and Loving Husband” by Anne Bradstreet is a love poem written about her and her husband’s relationship. The poem begins by speaking about how if two people ever became one person, then it was surely them. If a man was every loved by his wife, it would be him. If a wife was ever happy with her husband, then surely it was her and you can compare her to any other woman who feels the same. She goes on to state that she prizes him more than any riches of the world and that her love will never. She says that she can never repay the love of her husband and that she prays he will get his reward in heaven. She ends the poem by stating that even when they are in heaven that they will continue to love each other forever. Continue Reading →
They want to divide us.
They want us to see color,
to see religion, to see ethnicity, and see gender,
to anger us and separate us
so we don’t see the truth
of what really divides us:
money. Continue Reading →
I knew a man who grew up poor
in a small town in rural America.
His parents worked hard and provided
but they still struggled.
This man was molested when he was little
and harassed while at school.
He walked through life with his head down,
his shoulders curled,
and a frown upon his lips. Continue Reading →
“I died for Beauty, but was scarce” is a poem in which the speaker is dead. The speaker says she died for her beauty, but that beauty is not common. The speaker then says a man who died for truth is then laid to rest in a room across the way. The man asks the woman why she failed, she replies “for beauty”. The man says they are family. The two then talk until “moss reached [their] lips, / And covered up [their] names.” Continue Reading →
This poem is written like a note William Carlos Williams would write for his refrigerator in his doctor’s office for one of the nurses or partners. It is simply an apology letter for eating someone’s delicious plums. Continue Reading →