Justin Reamer

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

Justin Reamer Poems

1081. Psalm 73 7/9/2013
1082. Telemarketer 7/8/2013
1083. Mcdonald's 6/19/2013
1084. Peb Lo Lus 6/13/2013
1085. Drei Worte 6/13/2013
1086. Psalm 8 5/29/2013
1087. The Angel Of Heaven 5/13/2013
1088. Jolly Old Fat Man 5/13/2013
1089. Lost In Life 5/13/2013
1090. Psalm 29 6/11/2013
1091. Wonder 4/5/2013
1092. Psalm 23 (Nrsv) 4/3/2013
1093. Paternity 1/17/2013
1094. Psalm 23 (Tanakh) 4/3/2013
1095. Columbine 12/14/2012
1096. The Princess 12/6/2012
1097. John Donne 11/18/2012
1098. Sing Unto The Lord 11/18/2012
1099. Prayer Of St Augustine 9/10/2012
1100. No One Like You 11/5/2012
1101. Alabama 10/5/2012
1102. Notre Père Dans Le Ciel 10/4/2012
1103. Drawing 9/4/2012
1104. Beach 8/16/2012
1105. Middle School 8/8/2012
1106. My Saviour 5/16/2012
1107. Odysseus 4/13/2014
1108. The Hydrangea 9/30/2014
1109. Auxiliary Verb 7/26/2013
1110. Tenor 7/28/2013
1111. Psalm 90 7/28/2013
1112. Adjudication 7/28/2013
1113. Trombone 7/30/2013
1114. Mandolin 8/1/2013
1115. Sloth 8/1/2012
1116. Philmont 8/6/2012
1117. United States Of America 8/9/2012
1118. The Father 8/3/2012
1119. Ares 8/18/2012
1120. Prayer Of Atonement 10/9/2012
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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