Zoe Krautner

Rookie (14-9-93 / Canberra)

The Loner - Poem by Zoe Krautner

He leans against the playground wall,
Smacks his hand against the bricks,
And other Bordem beating tricks,
Traces of patterns on his feet,
Scufs to make with the tarmique sqeak.

The playgrounds' quick with life,
The beat is strong,
Though sharp as a knife,
Strive doesn't last long,
There is shouting, Laughter and song, .
And a place at a wall,
For who don't belong.

We pass him running, slipping, walking,
In a slow huddled group, low talking,
Each in our, familar tecneqe
We pass him by and never speek

Comments about The Loner by Zoe Krautner

  • Rookie - 44 Points Roxxy Sweets (10/21/2013 11:11:00 PM)

    I give this poem a 10. I've been that loner, and you described it so well. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie June Feir-Cruz (6/21/2009 1:13:00 AM)

    I like this one as well. It is filled with your observations. My dear, you are young - I hope that you take the time to live and feel life, love, joys, tears, hopes and dreams and more - to just be. You can only get better. Keep writing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 4, 2008

Poem Edited: Saturday, July 25, 2009

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