Initiation Poem by Forrest Hamer

Initiation

Rating: 3.3


After I stumbled through the gauntlet, after they had hit me
As hard as they could,
Some there only because there was someone else
To be brought in, I joined them
In greeting the new ones, the frightened and longing ones,
And I punched as hard and as much as I could, something
Filling in me I would tell you was a thrill
Only because I had no better word for it.
There was another word for it: violence
Made my mother impatient with me, she would call me evil,
And I knew what she was trying to talk to me about—
How much I hated,
How much I wanted and how greedy wanting made me.
What I wanted most were better words.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
D Priyanka Singh 19 September 2017

What I wanted most were better words. Your expectations were not met with. Nicely penned. 10

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Aftab Alam Khursheed 26 March 2012

Good narrative expression

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Dutendra Chamling 09 November 2015

...What I wanted most were better words... Wonderful poem.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 19 September 2017

Such an interesting write. Beautiful poem.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 19 September 2017

Such a vilolent act like hazing that led to the death of a young law student who wanted to be a member of a fraternity in a famous university... Those fraternity members resposible for the death of Horacio Castillo are now at large.....

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Mahtab Bangalee 30 May 2019

beautiful poem; wonderful expression- How much I hated, How much I wanted and how greedy wanting made me. What I wanted most were better words.

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Francie Lynch 19 September 2017

Gangsta poetry. Violence, plain and simple, and somewhat sicko. Good ink.

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Edward Kofi Louis 19 September 2017

The new ones! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Seema Sharma Rimi 19 September 2017

How much I wanted and how greedy wanting made me. What I wanted most were better words. nicely penned.

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Soumya Ranjan Rout 19 September 2017

And I knew what she was trying to talk to me about— How much I hated, How much I wanted and how greedy wanting made me. Nice poem.

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