Justin Reamer

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

Justin Reamer Poems

241. The First Snow 11/12/2012
242. Jack Frost 11/12/2012
243. Defenestration 11/12/2012
244. Avarice 11/12/2012
245. Depression 11/13/2012
246. Prayer Of Devotion 11/13/2012
247. Europo 11/16/2012
248. My Love For You 11/16/2012
249. Seven Oblations Of Jesus Christ 9/10/2012
250. Blessing Of The Meal 9/10/2012
251. Your Heart 11/17/2012
252. Robert Frost 11/18/2012
253. Red 11/18/2012
254. 2012 11/20/2012
255. Blue 11/20/2012
256. 1 11/20/2012
257. 50% 11/20/2012
258. The Longing 11/22/2012
259. Thanksgiving 11/22/2012
260. Thinking Of You 11/26/2012
261. Quarter Past Midnight 11/27/2012
262. Sonnet 7 11/27/2012
263. Sonnet 8 11/27/2012
264. Joshua 11/27/2012
265. Othniel 11/27/2012
266. Shamgar 11/27/2012
267. Ehud 11/27/2012
268. Deborah 11/27/2012
269. Don'T Do It 11/27/2012
270. Rigour 11/27/2012
271. Prayer 1 11/18/2012
272. Dickens 11/18/2012
273. True Genius 11/27/2012
274. Hamlet 12/8/2012
275. Sonnet 11 12/8/2012
276. Sonnet 12 12/8/2012
277. Waters Upon The Rock 12/10/2012
278. Waking And Sleeping 12/10/2012
279. Hearing The Truth 12/10/2012
280. Wonders 12/10/2012
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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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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