Justin Reamer

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

Justin Reamer Poems

881. I’m A Fool 12/9/2013
882. The Luminescent Seraph 12/14/2013
883. An Idiot 12/14/2013
884. Colder Than Ice 12/14/2013
885. Psalm 107 12/15/2013
886. Enigma 10/27/2013
887. L'Introverti 10/31/2013
888. El Introvertit 10/31/2013
889. Back In The Mist 12/15/2013
890. The Trekker's Ballad 12/15/2013
891. Nature's Moonlight 12/15/2013
892. Maturation 12/15/2013
893. Reflect, My Friend 12/15/2013
894. Psalm 110 12/16/2013
895. Victorian Complexity 12/16/2013
896. Angel Of Honesty 12/16/2013
897. Year's End 12/31/2013
898. Inchoation 1/1/2014
899. Suicide 1/1/2014
900. First Spring 1/1/2014
901. Message In A Bottle 1/1/2014
902. My Brother Told Us 1/1/2014
903. Malcolm's Blues 1/1/2014
904. A Lost Gift 1/3/2014
905. The Slacker’s Oath 12/18/2013
906. Poultice 12/20/2013
907. War, What Is It Good For? 12/22/2013
908. Bonnie Jo Campbell 12/31/2013
909. Robin Hemley 12/31/2013
910. Elena Passarello 12/31/2013
911. 40 Yesses 1/10/2014
912. The Price 1/23/2014
913. Sibirien 1/24/2014
914. Lápiz 1/24/2014
915. High Noon 1/28/2014
916. Late Dusk 1/28/2014
917. Unending Storm 1/28/2014
918. A Conversation 1/28/2014
919. The Facade 1/28/2014
920. Friendship 1/28/2014

Comments about Justin Reamer

There is no comment submitted by members..
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,...

Read the full of Curiosity

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.

[Report Error]