Samuel Stuart Pennell

Samuel Stuart Pennell Poems

I walk into my room,
the door shuts behind me.
I am in my own world
...

It all happened a very long time ago....
the winter of 1846, I believe it was
Yes, that it was-the winter of 1846
I remember it well
...

Thundering Youth/Thundering flower

Like the thundering flower of youth,
and the thundering beauty of a flower
...

My brother, mother and I are in our Volvo.
We are on route 9, sliding down-
towards Boston.
...

When I drive through the country
I feel as though I am running
My fingers through the wheat grass
...

On the evening I met you,
my heart stood still

there was stillness all around you
...

It seemed as though angels were holding up the arcs of her face...

Mindy fly far and
Mindy fly near
...

Lexi stood next to me, on the porch.
He struck up a match to light a cigarette,
and the air was filled by a beautiful smell of phosphorous.
...

</>I walk to the store

It is the dead of winter
...

even though I felt sorry for her

Her smile was broken,
and upside down.
...

We are all puzzles
And our pieces are all the people we know

Godblessamen
...

When she would talk about her mother,
it was as though there were another person in the room

She could see her mother in her mind;
...

It all happens faster than I thought it would.

(on life)
...

Now I lay me down to sleep,
and visions of the day fade,
like sandcastles decaying,
Gently being lapped away by the ocean,
...

All the birthdays in a row

Every day of the year, a person's birthday
Like a thousand birthday candles
...

The Best Poem Of Samuel Stuart Pennell

The Gods Were Illuminated

I walk into my room,
the door shuts behind me.
I am in my own world

I kick off my shoes,
-they lie in a geometric pattern
on the floor

I am 16 years old.
It is snowing,
it is dark,
and the god of December
has fallen across this land.

The snow swirls and swirls and swirls,
endlessly and forever in my inner darkness.

'God, I hope we don't have school tomorrow, ' I think to myself
I know all 16 year olds think this very thought,
but somehow it is different when I think it.
I am different, and alone-
Alone, and different

Sometimes I can't believe that I'm me.

Snow falls down around the museum in my mind-
I see a picture in my mind of the art museum at Bowdoin College,
as though there is a postcard in my mind

I feel as though I am the last person on earth,
even though my parents are in the next room

Everything is quiet.
Everything is snow.

There is a light on, beside my bed,
a solitary light in the world

I look out my window
The world is still quiet,
and the stars peak out from behind the clouds,
like a map in the night

There is an ocean in the sky,
and it is as though the gods
are illuminated in heaven

Samuel Stuart Pennell Comments

Clifton Cameron 17 January 2009

The sun and the wheat short but nice. I imagine the scene just like when i was in the country in my home land Jamaica. Nice one my friend and thanks for the nice comment you gave me. Keep writing. God bless.

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Nithya Raghavan 09 January 2009

the illumination of gods was a nice concept.very creative.keep it up! ! ! ! ! ! ! the description of stars scattering the sky, the formation of ocean on sky.....wonderful! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

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Irum . 02 January 2009

nothing can be that precise and beautiful than this

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Adekemi Banjo 01 January 2009

Beautiful! ! ! That was me before i lost my virginity (laugh) .

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