Justin Reamer

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

Justin Reamer Poems

281. Newtown 12/14/2012
282. Apocalypse Fluked 12/21/2012
283. Father In Heaven 12/21/2012
284. Ttyl 12/24/2012
285. Christmas Eve 12/24/2012
286. Despair 12/26/2012
287. Christmas 12/27/2012
288. Arbour 12/29/2012
289. Jean Valjean 12/29/2012
290. My Brother 12/31/2012
291. Wintumn 12/31/2012
292. Dearest Patricia 1/27/2013
293. Psalm 23 (Nce) 4/3/2013
294. Psalm 23 (Nab) 4/3/2013
295. Psalm 23 (Kjv) 4/3/2013
296. Psalm 23 (Niv) 4/3/2013
297. Psalm 23 (Nasb) 4/3/2013
298. Psalm 23 (Nkjv) 4/3/2013
299. Psalm 23 (Hcsb) 4/3/2013
300. Psalm 23 (Esv) 4/3/2013
301. Psalm 23 (Nlt) 4/3/2013
302. Psalm 23 (Amp) 4/3/2013
303. Psalm 23 (Msg) 4/3/2013
304. Psalm 23 (D-R) 4/3/2013
305. Sonnet 9 12/6/2012
306. Sonnet 10 12/6/2012
307. Working The Diner 1/9/2013
308. Siblings In Christ 1/17/2013
309. Psalm 23 (Geneva) 4/3/2013
310. Psalm 119 4/3/2013
311. I Am No One 4/26/2013
312. Psalm 23 (Njb) 5/8/2013
313. Afghanistan 5/13/2013
314. Kindness 5/13/2013
315. The Dostoevskian Rhapsody 5/13/2013
316. The Cherry Blossom 5/13/2013
317. Don’t Worry 5/13/2013
318. The Bride 5/13/2013
319. We Are Your Children 5/13/2013
320. Agape 5/13/2013
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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