Justin Reamer

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

Justin Reamer Poems

921. The Traits I Like 1/28/2014
922. Downtown Traffic 1/28/2014
923. Who Knows? 1/28/2014
924. The Seraph 1/28/2014
925. Roadrunner 1/28/2014
926. Greatness 1/28/2014
927. Lucy 1/28/2014
928. Early Dawn 1/28/2014
929. Don'T Let It Fool You 1/28/2014
930. A Drop Of Water 1/28/2014
931. Lawn Mowing 1/28/2014
932. The Great Fjord 1/28/2014
933. Psalm 111 2/13/2014
934. Psalm 112 2/13/2014
935. Psalm 113 2/13/2014
936. Psalm 114 2/13/2014
937. Psalm 115 2/13/2014
938. Psalm 116 2/13/2014
939. Psalm 118 2/13/2014
940. Psalm 117 2/13/2014
941. Psalm 120 2/13/2014
942. Psalm 121 2/13/2014
943. Psalm 122 2/13/2014
944. Devastation 2/18/2014
945. Hellbound 2/18/2014
946. As Death Waits At My Door 2/18/2014
947. Death’s Approach 2/18/2014
948. Monster In The Dark 1/30/2014
949. Journal 1/30/2014
950. One Look 1/30/2014
951. Brittiny Gardner 1/30/2014
952. {1} 1/30/2014
953. {2} 1/30/2014
954. {3} 1/30/2014
955. {4} 1/30/2014
956. {5} 1/30/2014
957. {6} 1/30/2014
958. {7} 1/30/2014
959. Suffering 2/18/2014
960. The Void 2/18/2014

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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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The Introvert

I wander around a school,
Across a place that has forgotten me,
For who I am,
I know not, and I know that I am an outsider.
An outsider I am,
For what identity I know not;
I believe that I have been shunned,
That I have forgotten who I am.
I had a name, or at least—

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