Poems November 21, 2009
Posted by Sam Borger in 1.4 comments
I have discovered a new kind of poetry that I really like. I have actually started writing poetry. If you know me you might think I’m crazy. Here is a sample.
Sittin’
Sitting on my porch
Drinking hot coffee
Warming my soul with the drink of life
I feel alive and renewed after a night of restlessness
Listening to the crickets chirp
The birds sing soaring melodies
The dew on the grass is fresh
All of a sudden there is blackness
My eyes open and I see my ceiling
I get up to a beautiful day
~Samuel Borger
Prison of Cramming
The last period of the day
In 40 min I will be on break for a week
Oh how the minutes drag on and on
It seems like it will be forever before I’m released for this prison
I can feel the teacher cramming my brain with knowledge
Jumping on it to make more room
What use is knowledge?
I aspire to be a janitor so I don’t have to go to college
Sitting in my seat listening to my brain explode with knowledge
My ears are full of it
The horrid stuff
The bell rings
I’m free for the prison I have been released
I go home slowly but surely forgetting everything that I have “learned”
Sewing back together my head
~Samuel Borger
