Noah Smits

Freshman - 590 Points [NX Smits]

Noah Smits Poems

1. The Miracle Of 1511 3/12/2018
2. 2 > 1 3/12/2018
3. Baggage 3/12/2018
4. Bare Minimum 3/12/2018
5. Day To Dusk 3/12/2018
6. Death Is Life Friendless 3/12/2018
7. Fine Art 3/12/2018
8. From The Captain's Quarters 3/12/2018
9. Homeokeimenon 3/12/2018
10. Hope As Placebo 3/12/2018
11. Hot Rice 3/12/2018
12. Low Numbers And High Stakes 3/12/2018
13. Manipulating Waves 3/12/2018
14. Matches In A Waterfall 3/12/2018
15. Morning On Mercury 3/12/2018
16. Niceties 3/12/2018
17. Nostalgia For The Present 3/12/2018
18. The Closing Of The Cells 3/12/2018
19. The Fool 3/12/2018
20. The Smiting Of Beth Sarim 3/12/2018
21. The Wanted End 3/12/2018
22. Today 3/12/2018
23. Manic Unity 3/12/2018
24. Unleave 3/12/2018
25. Village Hospitality 3/12/2018
26. Janniel 8/1/2018
27. Dawn Interrupted 8/1/2018
28. Falling Away 8/1/2018
29. The Biggest Bust Of '98 9/13/2018
30. Below The Firmament 9/13/2018
31. A Zeitgeber 9/13/2018
32. Scene: D. Bazan Comforted By A Figure In White Robes 9/22/2018
33. Semisolids 9/22/2018
34. Material Implication Blues 11/17/2018
35. Crushed By A Tumbling Sherpa 2/15/2019
36. Retrograde Drain 2/15/2019
37. This Is What Happens When The Poet Runs Out Of Medicine 3/12/2018
38. Obstructed Sight 3/12/2018
39. Love Of Wisdom 3/12/2018
40. East Indian Red 2/23/2019

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  • U Are Not A Poet (3/30/2018 6:01:00 PM)

    U R not a poet ur not a poet

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Best Poem of Noah Smits

St. Norbert College, Spring 2018

I've never looked at this path as a road before;
my eyes tending downward, drooping like branches
with all the weight of fresh snow that fell Thursday morn
and drifts ‘round my feet each step through the campus,
I always would walk, so green and so graceless.
It takes no effort to shrug, to belittle these
two-person-wide walkways, given the places
to which they're bound, where they cross, and from which they leave.

Today I sauntered with pride through the thaw, since I'd
survived all the worst that winter could carry.
It was a foreign horizon my focus eyed: ...

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2 > 1

As we descend this stairwell,
two lovers mock and play.
Each laugh augments the nuisance.
They're standing in my way.

I linger back and mutter
with footfalls shrewd and slow,
as hoofbeats jibe with braying
on trails through Mexico.

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