Justin Reamer

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

Justin Reamer Poems

201. S Vámi 10/21/2012
202. С вами 10/21/2012
203. С вас 10/21/2012
204. V?I B?N 10/21/2012
205. З вами 10/21/2012
206. Cu Tine 10/21/2012
207. Amb Vostè 10/21/2012
208. Med Deg 10/21/2012
209. Com Você 10/21/2012
210. Z Toba 10/21/2012
211. Z Vami 10/21/2012
212. Med Dig 10/21/2012
213. Met U 10/21/2012
214. Seninle 10/21/2012
215. Med Du 10/21/2012
216. Con Voi 10/21/2012
217. Kanssasi 10/21/2012
218. Ο πατέρας μας στον ουρανό 10/4/2012
219. Dickensian Rhapsody 10/7/2012
220. Sickness 10/7/2012
221. Hymn 1 10/9/2012
222. Love Everlasting 10/24/2012
223. Prayer For Aunt Marie 10/24/2012
224. Into The Abyss 10/29/2012
225. Nina 10/30/2012
226. Patricia 10/30/2012
227. Conservatism 10/30/2012
228. Lord Of Creation 11/4/2012
229. Without You 11/4/2012
230. No One Else 11/5/2012
231. Remember 11/6/2012
232. Obamacare 11/6/2012
233. Prayer For The Election 2012 11/6/2012
234. Franchise 11/6/2012
235. Summer 11/8/2012
236. Spring 11/8/2012
237. Autumn 11/8/2012
238. Winter 11/8/2012
239. Tb 11/9/2012
240. Home 11/9/2012

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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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