Poem Anthology
By: Payton Cox
Introduction
Where I'm From
I am from skateboards, from Converse and combat boots.
I am from the gloomy house (Dark, but loud, the people that never sleep).
I am from the bright summers and the sleet winters.
I am from crazy Christmas parties and the judgmental, from Davis and Cox’s generation.
I am from the close-minded and hypocritical.
From be polite and be selfless.
I am from churches and Bible studies, now none at all
I'm from little towns, steak and southern sweet tea.
From the bruises on my knees, the broken ribs of my cousin, and the messed up teeth of my father.
I am from the family pictures that hang upon my walls; that dangle in my memories.
Structure Poem
Drowning
overwhelming thoughts float through my mind. swallowing me whole.
thought… after thought… after thought…
hands begin to shake. people begin to stare. fear begins to arise.
thought… after thought… after thought…
heart beat begins to speed up. adrenaline begins to start pumping. body begins to start aching.
thought… after thought… after thought..
my mind is a ticking time bomb. thoughts racing through my mind. drowning me
thought… after thought… after thought...
until silence takes over my mind.
Ode
Ode to Dexter
Eight years ago,
I was granted a new puppy,
Petite, chocolate brown
And just a ball of joy
With little paws as white as clouds.
Squeaky toys would yelp
As my dog fetched them,
Tiny claws scrape across the floor
As he slides trying to stop him
Bringing happiness to the whole family
Eight years ago,
I was granted a new puppy,
And to this day he still slides across the floor
Still petite and chocolate brown,
With a hint of grey in his short fur
As he gets older,
We learn to love him even more
Ode to this tiny puppy
That brought laughter into our house
And continues to bring laughter.
Sonnet
"What is life, without a little death?"
So one would say.
Such little breath
Leading you astray.
Death can bring back so many memories
Clouding your mind with love and hate.
Oh sweet death how you fill the sensories
Waiting to take the bait.
People say loving death is scary
I say loving death is lovely.
Simple, easy, like a fairy
Though it can get a little ugly.
Lovely death let me breathe
But never let me seethe.