Noah Smits Poems

Days that rot relationships are quiet,
unassuming, framed by unseen dawns
and sundowns stuck in shelters.
Leading Actor
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I was smarter last year,
more productive, more insightful,
less hesitant to act,
more determined—such was I.
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Poor and exhausted.
Exhausted and poor.
Old,
worn-out,
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The child I will never have
runs pushing the cart ahead of me
down the vegetable aisle
and I point
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This is what happens when
the poet runs out
of a short supply of medicine
that keeps him well stout:
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The beauty we see in the sea is a ruse
no better than makeup, the sky as its aid,
so clarity gives way to purples and blues
while views closer, truer, know those colors fade.
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The statement, "Mommy, I really love you, "
as spoken from a child's mouth
is truer than the assertions called true
which smug philosophers espouse.
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Where were you at the Miracle of 1511
where the snowy folk let their humanity fly
and we bundled up in layers just to fight the oppression
of a government wrought for a time gone by
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As we descend this stairwell,
two lovers mock and play.
Each laugh augments the nuisance.
They're standing in my way.
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There was once a person
so wronged by the Church
that he was justified
in turning from God
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