Alone in the woods. I remember when I was young. I’d skip school and go to the woods, to become one with the spirit of the wild. To sit under a tree and just be, without a care In the world. Listening to the birds, and talking with my friends the trees. Moving slowly downContinue reading “One With Nature”
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Stop Caring
It can help I wanna help.I wanna be niceBut Sometimes,You gotta stop. Stop Caring You wanna give.Just give it all.But. It’s trouble,Once again. Stop caring. It seems harsh.And maybe it isBut to protectYourself. Stop Caring. All the painCan go away,In a momentIf you just Stop Caring. Not a soul.Would blame you.Nobody will.Judge you if youContinue reading “Stop Caring”
Escape
Just go to where I belong. I want to escape from here,and not care to look back.To where I’m truly known,and free to be, me. I want to get away,and walk out like a boss.To somewhere prepared for me;a place that is my home. There is a river there;it flows out from God’s Throne.I haveContinue reading “Escape”
Insectica
A Fantasy Poem The evil Black Widow hatched a wicked plan.Using a willy worm for weather control,she could crush the ants empire in her hand.Just by sending flooding rain and freezing snow. The Empire of the Ants heard of her plan,and ordered Soldier B123 to arms.He took a trained Beetle to be his shield man,togetherContinue reading “Insectica”
Battle Cry
No more wars Leaders yell, Leaders scream, taking no more.Men howl, men swear, calling out for war. Soldiers march, Soldiers pray, going to face death.women weep, women wait, holding their breath. Soldiers stalk, Soldiers charge, running to the wire.Leaders yell, leaders scream, commanding them to fire. Bullets sing, Bullets whine, flying all around.Bombs sail, BombsContinue reading “Battle Cry”
Grandpa
Things he taught I opened Grandpa’s tackle box,and there was his best fishing lure.Silver fish with the tail of a fox.It got a lot of use, that’s for sure. He taught me to tie a fishing knot.A strong one that wouldn’t break.He taught me to clean what I caught,and wash my hands in the lake.Continue reading “Grandpa”
In Colors
A Kimo Poem As Oaks standing firm through cold autumn rain, Our past in leaves flutter down, Feeding growth; in colors. Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet and blogger from Southern Illinois. He has published in several magazines, and has written a poetry eBook called “Against the Man” and an Addiction Recovery eBook calledContinue reading “In Colors”
The Old Man’s Dock
An Internal Mono-rhyme poem The old man’s dock, on a cold Scottish loch,when the cock crows, he stands in a warm frock,Taking stock of life’s secrets to unlock.He stands firm to mock, death’s calling tick tock.Hard as a rock, he leans against the shock,as waves of fear knock, upon his old crock. Bio: Chris BuntonContinue reading “The Old Man’s Dock”
I Never Knew
What I Was Missing I never knew, the hole I had,till I found you. A memory,from childhood,of your joy. Running the fieldsSplashing the creeksChasing the cats. And the quiet times;when you just sitnext to my soul. Smarter than they say,sweet little guy.So full of life. My funny buddy,loving hims a treat;while scratching his back. When IContinue reading “I Never Knew”
School Daze
Labor Poem by Chris Bunton In my school dazemy younger dumber daze,I learned many things,but not what I need. I admit I rejected themlike a bad boy does.It’s my fault, they say.It’s my fault, I’m poor. I kind of know what verbs areand what X+T might be.But, what do I do when a cop calls?HowContinue reading “School Daze”
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