Sunday, December 14, 2014


The vibrant sun rises above the horizon,
painting the world gold,
the fresh morning dew glistens
the plains dance in the wind,
the corn grows in rows,
not a cloud to be seen,
here in Nebraska,
we can't be beat,
here in Nebraska,
we can be free.

Friday, December 12, 2014

Concrete Poem

List Poem

located at the center of America,
special skills:
favorite food:
favorite pet:
favorite color:

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Mostly darkness
On the run constantly
Nowhere to go
So hard to resist
Trying to break free
Edge of the world
Rain falls hard

So close, yet so far

Monday, December 8, 2014


Monsters towering above me
On the top of the world
Utterly amazing
No escape
Touch the clouds
Above all living things
In the highest altitude
Not a soul to be seen
Snowy caps upon their heads

Friday, December 5, 2014

                 warm, hot, fresh, bight, and lively,
                 the sound of the whistling wind,
                 the birds chirping,
                 summer is,
                 the taste of a dry throat.
                                                                         Found Poem
                                                  From: Elie Wiesel The Perils of Indifference

                   The beloved compassion
                   of a dark shadow at dusk
                   the senseless dawn
                   bear witness
                   a profound and abiding gratitude
                   for the tragedy of
                   eternal infamy
                   of tragic indifference.

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Time is a Nightmare

                                                    Time is a nightmare,
                                                It captures you in it's jaws.

                                                     The longer it goes,
                                                      the more we age.

                                                         If you let go,
                                                    time will torture you
                                                    with his cold hands.

                                                         Time will spin,
                                                           we will fall,
                                    and time will hide us in the dark of his hands.