In Case You Missed It: Top PBS Poems of 2014

I’m excited to do this for you. I was curious as to which poems you liked most and I found these. Feel free to take another read or read for the first time. They are listed in the order of the most views and feedback. I only included those you seemed to really enjoy:

Give Me Life
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/12/23/give-me-life/
This Hair Will Not Apologize
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/12/26/this-hair-will-not-apologize/
Never Having Been a Girl
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/10/26/never-having-been-a-girl/
Diamond in the Ruff
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/10/28/diamond-in-the-ruff/
Live Words
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/12/01/live-words-2/
These Women
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/12/28/these-women/
The Relationship: My Love Affair With Poetry
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/08/24/the-relationship-my-love-affair-with-poetry/
Un-Pretty
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/11/11/un-pretty/
Insomnia
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/08/21/insomnia/
Too Much Truth
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/11/05/too-much-truth/

The First Time
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/12/19/the-first-time/
I am
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/11/03/i-am/
His Birth Pains
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/12/03/his-birth-pains/
When We Were Colored
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/10/27/when-we-were-colored/
Cousin
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/08/26/cousin/
Mr. Black Man
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/10/30/mr-black-man/
The Unknown Woman
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/10/03/the-unknown-woman/
Courage
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/10/17/courage/
Lines
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/10/23/lines/
Princess
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/10/30/princess/
Language of the Broken Hearted
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/09/23/language-of-the-broken-hearted/
You Can’t Leave
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/09/29/you-cant-leave/
The Broken Tongue- She Was Not A Poet
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/12/11/the-broken-tongue-she-was-not-a-poet/
Genuine
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/11/24/genuine/
Memories
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/10/01/memories-2/
She Rebels
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/11/10/she-rebels/
Consequence of a Lonely Heart
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/11/17/consequence-of-a-lonely-heart/
A Private Symphony
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/11/14/a-private-symphony/
Dear Poetry
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/11/12/dear-poetry/

Goodnight 2014

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The wind has released itself from its chambers and spreads its body over the earth. A blanket of hammers slamming low temperatures into the atmosphere, it carries the clouds; full and dark with storms they are coddled into position. The sun has set and is nestled inside the crook of fire in the west wing of the heavens until it is time to renew itself again. The trees expose its private parts except the fourteen or so that do not lose its leaves to the whistling death sentence of winter. In less than a week from now, when the stars loiter on top the sky amidst the backdrop of midnight, people will decorate themselves with the image of change and resolutions, and make intoxicated promises they will never keep. Maybe it is just the warmth of liquor wrapping its arms around their spines, cooling their blood, and pulling at their heart strings. Suddenly it will happen, that moment when the bullet is separated from its shell, the parties burst into confetti, and this moment hushed into a lullaby. Right here, in the middle of a dead winter; everything cold and stiff and silent and yet loud inside a lowering orb of momentary bliss. This is the excited murmur of a new era and it is the canvas to which they will usher in a new year.

Be careful out there.