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21st Century Youth Poets

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With friends at the bridge (NH)

Happy National Poetry Month!  To kick it off, we’re celebrating some younger poets who are making moves where most of us haven’t yet.

The youth is critical.  They are the next step, our successors.  One over arching focus, with all my literary projects, is to promote to the youth, my peers.

I graduated High School the spring of 2013.  I spent that time cutting…

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jeremiahwaltonpoetry:

Declare imagination independent
scare the chickensouls
Arizone sunsets
Songs of Walmart
once more sung
Chicago’s envious woman with guns sing
Hang blankets over the van’s windows
giggle flowers
mmm… what?
I was distracted
remiscining Buffalo &
dropping the dollar.

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Buenos Aires by Hannah Jancosko I found Van Gogh on a bus bound For Buenos Aires. The windows… http://wp.me/s3JPPA-452View Post

Buenos Aires by Hannah Jancosko I found Van Gogh on a bus bound For Buenos Aires. The windows… http://wp.me/s3JPPA-452

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Like handling eggs,
we must manage words with care,
and choose them with a keen eye.

Be cautious of the tongue,
for it has an excess chunk of power.

Words can be as comforting as the stuffed
bear I’ve had since birth,
yet harder and colder than
a cot at…

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Arizona Truck Stop Blues
by Seth Brunson

Cold wind, rain, and snow
in the low desert again
crying myself to sleep
right around the bend

You didn’t see me there
a tear frozen on my cheek
in the pin-prick stilted air
a man crumpled in a heap

Under a thorn…

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These three stooges lived out on the beach.
I went and lived among them to see what it was like.
it was some dark alleyway when the cops came rolling by and
we all vaulted this chain link fence so they wouldn’t see our red eyes.
they tried to kick me outta…

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Gatsby’s Abandoned Children

Gatsby’s Abandoned Children

[AMA] 18 y/o hitchhiking cross country as a publisher and performance poet (though, currently stuck) : teenagers

Please reblog to help spread word of my AMA at r/teenagers!

Young writers, poets, and creatives, come check out what’s boiling.  

Cheers!

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In the Blue Plate diner the dishes crash,
the screen door yawns and lets in a warm breeze,
and cotton fields hang on walls while I beat
my knuckles against the Quarter-at-Goodwill
table. I’ve got a rhythm down by now.
My fantasies are my active engines,
pow…

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Mother ARaise the black flag!
Anarchy earnestly sobs
a wince of abuse,
harlot mother of many.
Her childrenb…View Post

Mother A

Raise the black flag!

Anarchy earnestly sobs
a wince of abuse,
harlot mother of many.

Her children
b…

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all the love I’ve given
on shores like on benches
in bedrooms which smelled
after interrupted desires
on the dirty roads of the city
in many different cities
under rain that washed my senses
by the windows of many houses
during nights that i wished never…

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I’m The Vessel by Joe Frostey FosterI’m the vessel, looking for a friend.
There is a long road for destruction,when the only…View Post

I’m The Vessel by Joe Frostey Foster

I’m the vessel, looking for a friend.

There is a long road for destruction,
when the only…

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I became aware of Liv-Christine Hoem and her poetry through a submission to W.I.S.H. Publishing.  This Norwegian youth poet detours around a lot of bullshit we young writers write, and goes with elegant imagery and wording, acting as a painter.

Again, it…

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Company of One by Lee-Ana RaphaelIf I hadn’t been looking for company
I wouldn’t have found solitude.
You must first stand aloneto…View Post

Company of One by Lee-Ana Raphael

If I hadn’t been looking for company
I wouldn’t have found solitude.
You must first stand alone
to…

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two months three months crawling into four - I am sick of counting days like so many dull stones. Little ghost in my head, you’re the hurt that just keeps on hurting. Tonight I am going to carve you out with an ice pick and then maybe I will stop…

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