i am a public school teacher in houston. i have done this since 2001 and i love it. it was through teaching that i discovered this site a a place to publish poetry. i began to write just to show my students how to write poetry. i hope that this site and the poems of others inspire me to write more. more »
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ary bolanos Poems
Dark dark night storm over me Dark night is a holy blur Dark dark night stop taunting me Dark night and I think of her
The Teacher Man teaches kids from all over the world The Teacher Man teaches no matter boy or girl The Teacher Man teaches Christians, Muslims, and Jews The Teacher Man teaches those who say 'God I don't believe in you'
I'm Not Important
I'm not important to anyone To anything or where you're from I'm not important to any being Any what you think or what you've seen
I'm So Angry
I'm so angry I want to strangle someone I'm so angry I can't think right I'm so angry I want to fight I'm so angry I don't like the night
I Wanna Get Lost
I wanna get lost At any cost I wanna get lost Like a rabbid Robert Frost
Forget How to Forget
The things I would like to forget All the mistakes that I meant to do The heart of my regret
God Are You Still There?
God spoke to me today And it was something fierce God's voice was like thunder And through my heart it pierced
Bubonic Plague leads to nothing but dread Bubonic Plague gets in my head Bubonic Plague says go on leave me be Bubonic Plague says you'll never be free
Taste the World
How would I ever know the joy of creme brulee? How would I ever know that curry had much to say? How would I ever know that fish sauce in Viet Nam is so good? How would I ever know the Lord outside my neighborhood?
Pick Up Your Head
Pick up your head The teacher is teaching Pick up your head
This Thing Called Life Just Won't Stop H...
This thing called life just won't stop hitting And, I cannot stop the hit Everyone has a bundle to carry
Today I really needed someone, and... There was really no one there You see...
You know what happens when you water a dead garden? You get mud. You know what happens when you get mud? You get dirty.
That There's God
Parallel Lines is a theory Man will never truly make Parallel Lines That sort of Perfection
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Dark dark night storm over me
Dark night is a holy blur
Dark dark night stop taunting me
Dark night and I think of her
Dark dark night I'm so lonely
Dark night why leave in me such a mess
Dark dark night I feel too much
Dark night filled with nothingness
Dark dark night please... please...please
Bring the light