Tag Archives: Poem

Rocking Chair

Poem by Chris Bunton I sit in my rockin chairand think of things far and near. Things like the weather,and whether I want soup or salad for dinner. I listen to the birds sing,and think things, that make me dream. I watch butterflies float,And hear the bullfrog gloat. Creak CreakCreak Creaksays the squeak, of thatContinue reading “Rocking Chair”

Terrible Dad

Fatherhood Poem by Chris Bunton I’m a terrible dad,at least that’s what they said. Too many failures,too many faults,that’s what the cackling hens, said. Not rich enough.Not sober enough.Not broken enough.Not obedient enough.That’s what society said. Too fast.Too free.Too sinful.to be; a dad.That’s what God seems to have said. It doesn’t matter what I said.Continue reading “Terrible Dad”

No Home

Couplet Poem by Chris Bunton Man with no home, where are you at?I brought food to where you once sat. “Here I Am!” A voice spoke free and bold,“By this old bin, dead from the cold” I was shocked to find him there,his corpse lie froze, with a death stare. At first, I wept atContinue reading “No Home”

Breathing Sea

Rhyme Poem by Chris Bunton The sea roars as it breathesin and out, to rise, in the tides,along the shores of all the seasas one, moving where the moon guides. Waters lapping the isles tiny beach,gently touching her from beneath,seeking the mountain out of reach,among rocks like jagged teeth. On the water little rafts float,aboveContinue reading “Breathing Sea”

Back Road

Old Days Are Gone Poem by Chris Bunton Down the deserted back roadHand me another beer.We plan to be free, you and me,and bask in the blazing sun. Is that a cop?No, we can keep being free.See, that lake is full of fish,that’s another place to camp. Go this way, not that way,I know aContinue reading “Back Road”

Up Every Morn

A Dodoitsu Poem by Chris Bunton Up every morning to work;Slaving away for the bills.Just to take care of the homeI spend no time in. Working every day, all day;For that American dream.Paying my taxes to watch;them sent over seas. Struggling to make ends meet;doing the things we should do.Following the petty rules;that leaders ignore.Continue reading “Up Every Morn”

I Didn’t Destroy the World

Environmental Poem by Chris Bunton I didn’t destroy the world.So why am I to blame? Am I a chemist creating plastics?Am I a corporation spreading them wide? Am I an inventor creating engines?Am I a corporation making billions? Am I cutting down the forests?Am I building million dollar homes? Am I a politician handing grantsContinue reading “I Didn’t Destroy the World”

Night Breeze

Spooky Poem by Chris Bunton Cool night breeze.Frogs chirping,sounds no one sees.Crickets strumming.A dog warning. That long train,whistle far away.Is it gonna rain?Shadows swayPhantoms play. Mosquitoes hide,from the wind,Waiting to feed.Long ago thoughts,invade the mind. The Banshee calls.Did someone die,down the hall?Mystery lurks outsidebehind the pines. The light goes out.The powers gone.The neighbor’s shout“What isContinue reading “Night Breeze”