Justin Reamer

Freshman - 967 Points [Richard Caldwell, John Malcomb, James Roberts, and Roran Copperfield] (2 October 1993 / Holland, Michigan)

Justin Reamer Poems

761. A Toy In Blood 7/30/2013
762. The Beshrewing 7/30/2013
763. Fie 7/30/2013
764. Climature 7/30/2013
765. Geged 7/30/2013
766. Betoken 7/30/2013
767. Jointress 7/30/2013
768. Trei Cuvinte 6/13/2013
769. Trois Mots 6/13/2013
770. Dupped 7/30/2013
771. Batten 7/30/2013
772. Tri Slova 6/13/2013
773. Haply 7/30/2013
774. Torment 6/11/2013
775. Blank 6/11/2013
776. Diamante 7/31/2013
777. Heartbeat 7/31/2013
778. Artistry 7/31/2013
779. Beauty 7/31/2013
780. Kyrielle 7/31/2013
781. Lanturne 7/31/2013
782. Sylvester And Tweety 7/31/2013
783. Limerick 7/31/2013
784. Within A Minute 7/31/2013
785. Clerihew 7/31/2013
786. Aunt Gail 7/31/2013
787. Epigram 7/31/2013
788. Tardy To Class 7/31/2013
789. Naani 7/31/2013
790. Suspension Resolution 7/31/2013
791. Ode To Michigan 7/31/2013
792. Ottava Rima 7/31/2013
793. Quatern 7/31/2013
794. Rispetto 7/31/2013
795. Septolet 7/31/2013
796. Wanderers 7/31/2013
797. Midnight Owl 7/31/2013
798. Senryu 7/31/2013
799. Fiddle 8/1/2013
800. Harmonica 8/1/2013

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Best Poem of Justin Reamer

Curiosity

What does one feel when he is curious?
What does he feel when he thinks?
What does she look at when she blinks?

Curiosity brings upon them
A state of wonder
Which they cannot deny,
They keep wondering and wondering
For the knowledge
They cannot petrify.

A child looks at a cat,
And wonders what it does,
For he does not know a bug,
When it comes a-buzz.

The girl looks at a tree,
She wonders why it is green,
She wonders why it stands,
And why it isn't mean.

Teenagers look at their subjects,
Ever the more inquisitive,...

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Desire

Oh, you scoundrel,
Which I deal with every day,
How I hate you so,
When you must govern my life,
As if I have no control over you.
You fiend, which feasts on my pain,
How I hate you when you come at my direst hour,
Flourishing from my torment,
And thriving off my desperation.

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