Names Poems
The Rose's Name
by Tyler Morello
My poems have been signed TMD,
And TJM and TJP,
They're all my names, and they're all not.
Although I keep the T.
The Tyler isn't going to change,
Another first would feel too strange,
The one I have's the one I'll keep,
The last, yet to arrange.
......
Name
by John Hughes
I don’t know my name
I don’t know what they should call me
Judger, abuser, destroyer, killer of myself
Or kind, sincere, passionate, spirited
The words cancel each other out
But I am all of these
And now I don’t know what to call myself
Burden
by John Hughes
Do people hate the name John because of the connotations of religion and baptism?
When parents name their kids John, do they expect them to be saviors of men, and paragons of religious purpose?
Is it supposed to be a blessed name? A handicap for an emotionally stunted man with no sure aim in life?
Why am I blessed and cursed with the John archetype?
I don’t know who I’m supposed to be, I try to be productive every day and live out my dreams but I’m not good enough?
Am I supposed to be a better person, how do you become a better person when you’re in a battle at every turn?
I’m battle scarred, downtrodden all in the name of freedom, is freedom really this hard to grasp?
Can I simply forget my name is John, forget the war and move on with my life?
Call me anything but John, but do I dare to erase my birthright given to me by my father?
I know he wishes I was a noble and God-fearing man, but freedom is so sweet, isn’t it?
......
Sestina with Six Random Words
by Alexander Wolff
I was bragging to my friend Hadleigh that I slept with a model
named Jesse. As I drove back home, the insurance
company called, telling me I was an uninsured motorist.
It didn’t surprise me, for I had pledged
to stop using insurance, believing it a scam designed
by Sam. Although, this was only the first in the series
of events that night. It was late October — the start of the World Series.
On the radio, Hendrick’s Autos flaunted their makes and models.
Dusk danced across the sky, decaying, as if it were a prismatic design
......
Name
by John Hughes
I don’t know my name
I don’t know what they should call me
Judger, abuser, destroyer, killer of myself
Or kind, sincere, passionate, spirited
The words cancel each other out
But I am all of these
And now I don’t know what to call myself
Burden
by John Hughes
Do people hate the name John because of the connotations of religion and baptism?
When parents name their kids John, do they expect them to be saviors of men, and paragons of religious purpose?
Is it supposed to be a blessed name? A handicap for an emotionally stunted man with no sure aim in life?
Why am I blessed and cursed with the John archetype?
I don’t know who I’m supposed to be, I try to be productive every day and live out my dreams but I’m not good enough?
Am I supposed to be a better person, how do you become a better person when you’re in a battle at every turn?
I’m battle scarred, downtrodden all in the name of freedom, is freedom really this hard to grasp?
Can I simply forget my name is John, forget the war and move on with my life?
Call me anything but John, but do I dare to erase my birthright given to me by my father?
I know he wishes I was a noble and God-fearing man, but freedom is so sweet, isn’t it?
......
The Rose's Name
by Tyler Morello
My poems have been signed TMD,
And TJM and TJP,
They're all my names, and they're all not.
Although I keep the T.
The Tyler isn't going to change,
Another first would feel too strange,
The one I have's the one I'll keep,
The last, yet to arrange.
......
Sestina with Six Random Words
by Alexander Wolff
I was bragging to my friend Hadleigh that I slept with a model
named Jesse. As I drove back home, the insurance
company called, telling me I was an uninsured motorist.
It didn’t surprise me, for I had pledged
to stop using insurance, believing it a scam designed
by Sam. Although, this was only the first in the series
of events that night. It was late October — the start of the World Series.
On the radio, Hendrick’s Autos flaunted their makes and models.
Dusk danced across the sky, decaying, as if it were a prismatic design
......
