T. Rivers

T. Rivers

Poetry writings by
T. Rivers

I am a teacher from the midwest who would like to see some changes in more than just education. Poems vary in theme and style. All are original works.

  • 76: Detached Indifference

    Detached Indifference  A vehement disposition, With violent zeal Remains a tough position  In seeing newsreel. Lacking transition  Lacking appeal Like an addiction, I crave to FEEL.  Mental detention Bars of cold steel  Never given permission …

  • 75: Terence

    Terence I feel like my heart is dented  And it cannot be repaired.  When he crosses my mind, I’m tormented.  For losing student, I wasn’t prepared.  And now I’m left discontented.  Why couldn’t he be…

  • 74: Underrepresented

    Underrepresented No taxation without representation  And I can’t get in a word. Only given 2 choices as a nation, The idea quite absurd.  One leader, 2 choices, choose a side;  Has killed my sense of…

  • 73: Bad Principles

    Bad Principles This is a place for kids. Holding students to a higher standard, than the adult in the room, seems misguided. Your punitiveness towards young melanated men leads to their disenfranchisement towards learning. Leading…

  • 72: The REAL Getback

    The REAL Getback I would never wish ill upon him. but won’t feel sorrow when it happens. and it still causes me grief… Grief of what could have been, what we could create. Together. but…

  • 71: Industrial Complex gave me a Complex

    Industrial Complex gave me a Complex No taxation without representation. Dependence on your station, is whether or not you make statement. And without fear of retaliation, never paid reparations. Because they hold the power, they…

  • 70: Karma Police and the Bends

    Karma Police and the Bends For a minute there, I lost myself. And the trek back was treacherous. Walls crumbled, memories were erased, the once well paved roads eroded, thought patterns changed, and everything finally…

  • 69: Religion and Rites

    Religion and Rites I refuse to ackowledge a blessing, bestowed upon me, by someone who when dining, wouldn’t share their dry bread and wine. The control this idea engages in is neglectful to the teachings…

  • 68: Quiet as Camouflage

    Quiet as Camouflage The best camouflage for pain? Shhh, it’s a secret. One must keep it hidden, because if someone else knew how much it all hurt, one would be too open to deflect the…

  • 67: Aging

    Aging The older I get, the sadder I grow. It seems as if the true colors of the world have begun to show. What was once thought as cerulean and vast has become lackluster and…

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Note: for the grammar inclined of the world, misspellings, usage errors, weird mechanics and improper grammar are intentional.

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