Top of the four Seasons hotel this morning. Go Broncos!
Poem: Anointed
Written in 1994 by Jonathan Kraft Anointed Life is strange when you walk down the street, seeing the faces of people you meet. You seem to see and then look and find that not everyone is always kind. Some people…
Poem: Father Christmas Is My Step-Dad
Someone hired me to write a custom poem as a Christmas present for their step-dad. If you’d like me to write a Christmas poem for you, please let me know. Father Christmas Is My Step-Dad by Jonathan Kraft Santa brings…
Poem: I See
Written December 1995 When Jonathan is 16 I See by Jonathan Kraft I see myself becoming; A selfish person, Someone who cares but feels helpless… And it scares me. I see the world; At war striving for peace but not…
Poem: I Feel So Separated
December 1997 and Jonathan is 18 Me I feel so separated from myself From my body, from my emotions Even sometimes from my spirit All because I listen to my heart, But don’t hear what it says to me, And…
Poem: It’s Time
Written December 1993 when Jonathan is 13 I can’t believe it’s happened, it’s starting all over again. Nothing’s changed, and their world’s the same, but to you it looks like the end. Your friend has fallen down, and will never…
Poem: The Monkey
Written November 1995 when Jonathan is 16 The Monkey by Jonathan Kraft The monkey The chatterbox The yelper of the jungle Guardian of the tree tops. I wonder what it is that you want. For your actions show me you…
Poem: Crushed
It’s November 29, 2001. Jonathan is 22, and has spent more than 10 months heartbroken. Added to the mix, September 11th has hit all of us like a ton of bricks. Jonathan knows that September 11th will lead to massive…
Poem: The River
Written November 1995 when Jonathan is 16 I submitted this poem as part of a reaction paper for my 10th grade English Lit class, in response to reading Huckleberry Finn. My teacher had me read the following poem to my…
Poem: A Maze
Written November 1995 When Jonathan is 16 A Maze by Jonathan Kraft A maze is my life, and completely lost, I am. Because I am clueless as to where the maze ends. -Where my life reaches its ultimate purpose.- So…