Favorite Shortems

The Rose that Grew from Concrete 

by Tupac Shakur

Did you hear about the rose that grew

from a crack in the concrete?

Proving nature's law is wrong it

learned to walk without having feet.

Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams,

it learned to breathe fresh air.

Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no on else ever cared.

A Dream Deferred by Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up

like a raisin in the sun?

Or fester like a sore--

And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?

Or crust and sugar over--

like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags

like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

(untitled) by Frederick Peterson

The sweetest flower that blows,

I give you as we part.

For you it is a rose,

For me it is my heart.

You're Gone (author unknown)

How do I feel,

people ask.

How do I feel?

That's the problem.

I don't.

(untitled) by Ric Masten

put me in your human eye

come taste

the bitter tears

that i cry

touch me

with your human hand

hear me with your ear

but notice me

damn you

notice me

i'm here.

(untitled) by Javan

If you can just turn

and walk away

And feel there's nothing more

You need to say

And you do not feel a tearing

In your heart

If you can so easily

forget about me

And all the things

I tried to be

Then I guess there was really no

reason for you to stay

(untitled) by Langston Hughes

I loved my friend.

He went away from me.

There's nothing more to say.

The poem ends, 

soft as it began--

I loved my friend.