i need three peer letters written
Dee Crosss
peerpoems.docxMARINA
Working for the man
The sweat on our necks
In that blue collar shirt
Battered and beaten
Long hours we work
Shoulder to shoulder
Day in and day out
We hustle and strive
To put food in our mouth
A daily grind
Pay check to Pay check
it may not be easy
but always seem to make it
Monday to Friday
Sun up to sun down
We pay the taxes
But the king wears the crown
Work done myself
To put products on shelves
Cash by the hour
The 1% knows their power
Bills must be paid
A working mans fate
A job he once loved
He now learned to hate
Cycle repeats year after year
Power and money
Be it respect or fear
Dollar bills curse the engineer
A Breath of Nature
It’s seizing the moment
and enjoying gods grace.
It’s deep walks in the forest
and the freedom I taste.
With each step of foot
I rustle the leaves.
Pollen in the air
forcing my sneeze.
The smell of spring
blossoms in the breeze.
A force strong enough
to bring a man to his knees.
Each breath of air
so full of life.
Alone in the woods
free from struggle and strife.
Chirping and calling
the woods come alive.
Forest in the distance
sun sneaks from behind.
Soaking the warmth
of sun on my skin.
A deep breath of nature
though cold and crisp
I hold within.
“The Fickle Fish, back in love with you, kissed where your breath had been.”
Will I ever move on?
Dreaming of her
from dusk till dawn.
She was my queen
and I was her pawn.
Howling winds and darkening sky’s,
I long for her touch
With tear soaked eyes.
Days not forgotten,
Still burned in my mind.
A memory from the past
Sneaks up from behind.
I remember her hair,
blowing in the wind.
Floods of emotion
I fight to hold in.
Far from my touch,
But close to my soul.
Puzzle pieces of us
A life that was whole.
Like a mirror smashed
on the hardwood floor.
Painfully wishing
for just a moment more.
You can pick up the pieces
and try to fix them.
But at the end of the day
you stare back at a broken reflection.
Gone but not forgotten.
This home, a barren wasteland.
Memories from the night
I lost my best friend.
A simple accident
no fault of your own.
Your soul left without mine,
down to rock bottom.
My heart has been thrown.
Like tires screeching
In my ear.
Cold nights spent alone
With thoughts still unclear.
Tears stream down my face.
When I think of the future,
Rips in my heart.
Alone forced to suture.
Noel
Poem #1
“The dollar bill curses the engineer”
Money is no object
Material things only have fabricated meaning
We forget this
We lose sight of what is really important
Experiences and relationships are richer than gold
We must not forget
Our passion
What makes your heart pound
And what makes you feel complete
Money doesn’t complete your life
Being happy does
That warm feeling inside
When you're with the one you love
Swimming in the ocean feeling weightless
The little things in life are what we must enjoy
We lose sight of this
Allowing ourselves to be absorbed by consumerism and the society we live in
What a flaw…
Poem #2
“You are the pawn in a payback that cannot be unplayed”
The caress of his hand hypnotized her
She’s never had something like this before
How enticing
The fevered emotion inside of her flourished
Boiling over like an unwatched pot
This was all she ever wanted
The feeling of love, acceptance, and meaning
The danger had romanced her heart
High speed chases
Late nights in the wrong cities
The crave of adrenaline
Was like drugs injected into her heart
In an instant all the emotion and experiences have been jettisoned
For prior plans with another woman
He snared the vulnerable
He was notorious for being fickle
A marriage?
How could she not have known?
The dawn of love had her blinded
Ignoring all red flags
This thought thrashed her mind
Over and over
How could she be so stupid?
She was nothing but a pawn
A pawn the cannot be unplayed
A memory that will never be forgotten
Traded for another
One that will live up to the absurd expectations
One that will stay silent through the abuse
One thought was blaring in her mind
Every experience is a lesson
You must never forget this
Move on and be thankful
Poem #3
The hum of the city outside my window created a new found appreciation for solitude in the woods of my hometown in which I wanted so badly to leave
Theres no where I can escape it
The park down the street gives me cement covered trees and the scent of exhaust
Oh how I need a break
A break from the buzz
The constant hum of engines
And the squeal of sirens
Were constant background noise that was slowly driving me insane
As I drive back to home I long for silence
Somewhere to relax
I arrive late
Rest to wake up early in the morning
The foggy morning hazes my eyes
Dew moistening my soles
The silence is powerful
Connecting with yourself
Nothing else to focus on
How relieving.
#Dashall
Hypnotized by gold.
Gold that swings from one’s neck….
Blinded by the shiny piece of metal
As it glides and moves side to side
So blinded thats he’s willing to…
Willing to sacrifice his life,
His soul and his morals.
Not knowing that he to,
Will swing and hang,
Swing and hang from,
from the corruption and brutality,
that he’s willing to face just to have,
have that shiny piece of gold.
Poem 2:
She boogalooed through the
cerulean waters of her mothers womb.
Becoming sluggish as she imagined waves
plunging her mothers flaccid stomach.
The plunging waves turned out
turned out the be the kicks..
The kicks that her mother cooed over.
Cooed over the kicks that she imagined,
her baby was running..
Running through those plunging waves that,
that once plunged against her mothers flaccid stomach.
Poem 3:
I looked into the dark sky, as the cold water came trembling down.
The fresh sweet smell similar,
similar to the smell of the daisy’s flower aroma,
filled my nose as it filled my room.
As the rhythm of the rain began to change,
the gloomy sky’s cries,
now spat against the ground,
giving the sound of pitter patter like
a small kitten crying out for her mother.
