new clear days
joseph c hinson

the earliest poem on this page is dated 1989. the latest is from 2001. all are by me. some pages may have background images that will take a moment to load. to learn more about me, follow the links at the bottom of my page to other pages within this site.

a word must be said about the content of these poems. if you're easily offended or looking for simple rhyme schemes, you may want to move on. i at times use language that would be highly inappropiate for the kind of poems you'd find in high school textbooks. further, the background images on some of the pages are not be suited for those easily offended or those under the age of 18.

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the poems:

a yr. ago
stopit/give me more
cranberry sauce
she told me she loved me so
the shell of security
ginsberg
poetica
father
nothing
roadtrip
we
92
man
days
21
9 years
the gullibility of my youth
the lonely hiker
everything fell away
i fold my clothes
notify
monica's reluctance
on a late night dirt road
silly little love poem
ghost cows
a boy at the mall
in an abandoned school bus parking lot
into the heart of the young
what the loneliness will make you do
4 her
this is not about you
cobain
dead man
stalker
an unlived life
delicate dream
the deep dark cool night
face of the impostor
girl
the girl from the carnival
the child-actor
the heart is a selish master
i lost my head
i saw my own death
bertha
bright future
camelot to smithereens
the cars woke me up
chasing fly balls
jeni rose
poet
lament for a poem unwritten
surely she must know by now
i will not come to you
god didn't send me an angel
a world of wonder
sometimes i think about god
last night
lithium sunset
my name is not robin
dreaming of eden
that's no way to say goodbye
my cellves
the noise
nothing
ode to politicians
old man
love
lovely child
runaway horses
the scent of fallen leaves
simple matter of justice
thinking of her
mother
she
love/sex
speak to me
dog
dog dog go away
tell them
the times we live in
used to be a creep
walking the interstate
a poem for the most beautiful one
empty
thoughtful

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