Old Quarry, Stone City
I return lack-lustered from the quarry, back busted. My wife’s over yonder folding family linens, smelling like straw-hats and maple leaves; they dry by dusty gusts in lonely old Stone City. The…
marvin is one of the most explored themes on Power Poetry, where young poets share their authentic voices and lived experiences. The 2 poems below range from raw first drafts to carefully crafted works — each one a window into how a young writer sees marvin in their life. Whether you're looking for inspiration, connection, or just want to know you're not alone, start reading and see what resonates.
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