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Fast Food Lines
A Poem by
John B. Bolling
Fast food lines and abandoned cars Symbols of how far we have come The road illuminated by neon lights Vacancy signs try to replace the sun St..
Charcoal Heart
A Poem by
John B. Bolling
Count the threads in the carpet alone on the stairs Hoping someone would find me wallowing there Come lift the burden weighing on my shoulders The..
Ruminations
A Poem by
John B. Bolling
Ruminations divulged from a nighttime terror Beads of condensation pulsating with fervor Peering into the myriad of images, I wonder If my dreams ..
Sun Doesn\'t Shine on Me
A Poem by
John B. Bolling
Somewhere the sun is shining But it doesn’t shine on me Its rays must surely be blinding But from here I can clearly see Perhaps this night ..
Rocking Chair
A Poem by
John B. Bolling
Feelings turn to voices Archaic noises An old house with creaking floors Heart that longs to retire A quashed desire Broken windows and locked do..
These Waves Are Echoes
A Poem by
John B. Bolling
Heard the sound of the ocean as I drifted away Thinking to myself this would be the last time My mistakes numerous and losses persistent Even the o..
Poison Pill
A Poem by
John B. Bolling
Life keeps giving me the poison pill Basking in sunlight on a windowsill In a home where I belong no more A mystery but I know what’s in st..
Lullabye
A Poem by
John B. Bolling
When the day is done When the morning comes When the moon falls onto itself Leaving no light in the sky When the time is right When the sky turns..
No Failure
A Poem by
John B. Bolling
Thoughts of mortality reverberate within A cacophony of tumultuous hymns Prey upon me like vultures in the desert My soul dehydrated, my mind subve..
Robert Moses
A Poem by
John B. Bolling
From when the autumn turns to spring There is a season found in between Decaying leaves have made their descent A crackling sound comes from underf..
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