Sad Nights Reflecting Cold Beers


Our sad nights

reflecting cold beers

matched the sorrows

of tangible foreigners

sailing from homes


We magnetized collapsing

shadows depicting different

postures of normal lives


No separation has joy

except the escape from

domestic violence and

physical abuse


We remain to refrain

from anger that hurts


These sad nights are

reflecting cold beers






About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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12 Responses to Sad Nights Reflecting Cold Beers

  1. This is beautifully written, Chester. I’ve spent many a night alone with cold beers before myself.

  2. ~Lady Day says:

    k…now I want a beer.:)

  3. arlene1027 says:

    Hello, thanks for following my blog. Would love to explore yours soon!

  4. mrj6 says:

    You have a completely original voice. Have you entered any poetry slams or done any readings anywhere? You should.

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