Justin Tallman

Rookie (September 4th,1989 / Milwaukee, WI)

Justin Tallman Poems

1. A Drunken Rambling About A Current Pyschological State Of Mind 1/5/2013
2. A Lullaby For Crickets 11/9/2013
3. A Midwestern (Anywhere) Love Story 1/28/2013
4. A Poem About Zombies 11/21/2012
5. A Summer Later 11/21/2012
6. Alcoholic Rivers 3/14/2013
7. All That Hurts 9/24/2013
8. Alone (Beautiful) 9/24/2013
9. And That's How You Shit On Assholes 11/25/2012
10. Anxiety, Panic 12/8/2012
11. Apple 12/14/2012
12. At Midnight, True Love Exists 12/15/2012
13. Attention Whore 1/12/2013
14. Blue Eyes 2/2/2013
15. Bright Like Neon Love 9/24/2013
16. Broken Bottles 1/20/2013
17. Can You Tell Me About Your First Love? 9/25/2013
18. Chains 9/24/2013
19. Childhood 12/26/2012
20. Christmas Eve 12/11/2012
21. Dancing In Public 1/15/2013
22. Day One 9/24/2013
23. Day To Day 1/8/2013
24. Discovering Dinosaurs 12/13/2012
25. Drug Dealer 9/24/2013
26. Empty 12/19/2012
27. Enjoying The Taste Of Glass 2/18/2013
28. Even The Jester Cries 9/24/2013
29. Excuse Me 3/19/2013
30. Fin 9/24/2013
31. From Where I Left Off 12/7/2012
32. Goodbye Childhood, You Will Be Missed 11/21/2012
33. High School 12/22/2012
34. Hope In The Ashes 2/6/2013
35. How To Slay The Final Dragon 12/30/2012
36. I 1/5/2013
37. If Anyone Asks 1/5/2013
38. If I Went Away 2/4/2013
39. I'M Losing Interest 9/24/2013
40. Impatience 12/14/2012
Best Poem of Justin Tallman

Childhood

Leaves are falling
on the ground
snow will cover
all around
we sit inside
and play with toys
and video games

The sun comes up
melts away
all the worries
and troubles that sting
the thoughts of
our parents
now they start to sing

We jump in pools
play in fields
pick the flowers
dream with clouds
O how
summer was great

Can you smell
the barbecue
supper's ready
grab your plates
bite the smoky meat
off the bone
smell the charcoal
haze

Watch the pink
horizon
the sun sets
inviting fire ...

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A Poem About Zombies

In a zombie apocalypse
I slay all who could not
survive

I picture all the faces
in which I hated
I picture them
as dead

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