Justin Reamer

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

Justin Reamer Poems

841. The Poet 10/21/2013
842. Terminus 10/21/2013
843. Psalm 103 10/23/2013
844. Psalm 104 10/23/2013
845. Psalm 105 10/23/2013
846. Psalm 133 10/23/2013
847. Psalm 134 10/23/2013
848. Psalm 131 10/23/2013
849. Psalm 106 10/27/2013
850. The Ten Commandments 10/27/2013
851. Psalm 99 7/31/2013
852. Psalm 100 8/1/2013
853. Residuum 8/1/2013
854. Bemusement 8/1/2013
855. Psalm 101 8/1/2013
856. Psalm 102 8/1/2013
857. Viola 8/1/2013
858. Bass 8/1/2013
859. Guitar 8/1/2013
860. Banjo 8/1/2013
861. Recondition 8/3/2013
862. Jesus' Message 5/13/2013
863. Windbag 5/13/2013
864. The Healing River 5/13/2013
865. Frienmity 5/13/2013
866. Enigma 10/27/2013
867. L'Introverti 10/31/2013
868. El Introvertit 10/31/2013
869. Indadvendt 10/31/2013
870. Sisäänpäin Kääntynyt 10/31/2013
871. Die Introvertierte 10/31/2013
872. L'Introverso 10/31/2013
873. Η εσωστρεφής 10/31/2013
874. Интроверт 10/31/2013
875. El Introvertido 10/31/2013
876. Coxsackievirus 10/31/2013
877. Impulse 10/31/2013
878. As The Rain Falls 10/31/2013
879. The Sadistic Heart 10/31/2013
880. De Introvert 10/31/2013

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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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