Category: Poetry

Great poets and poetesses scrape the bottom of their barrels. Eventually a few leave us early. Does anyone notice their pain? My guess is not really. Not enough to make an impact. They don’t want their greatness diminished. Their imperfections are magnified for only them. They acknowledge their road has stopped. There is no other…

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Imagine standing on top a tall building just breathing, the act that was so carefree once is now difficult. Ten years ago, I was looking down at cars jetting to some destination called Z, Y, and Z. Another overpriced apartment complex for the newest generation that thinks me sleeping is a weakness. The sun dies…

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Rob yourself in some way.Take what isn’t mine but yours.Your knees are punished.Push yourself down.Your spite is forceful.You did not know this.Steady yourself by your own hands.Your personality is stolen.

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American Cinquain Poem: The FantasyBack then,Twenty years goneThree of morning, noon, night.A yellow kiss. A touch never happenedTo me. Tanka Poem: Powerful LegsHear the staccatoBeats of hooves on the long track.The dirt everywhereMight be unicorns flyingA magical horn is mine. Than-Bauk Poem: MetalI take the keyFor us three nowWe see the future.

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Clerihew Poem: I Will Not Hold GrudgesGrocery store grumbleshould be much more humble.She was witch that growledand I only howled.Double Dactyl Poem: Waiting for HeavenWiggle WaggleDolores O’RiordanHer voice carried far and wideWith lyrics her own.She rode rollercoastersUnquestionablyLinger was seen as a successWords were a throne.Fibonacci Poem: Caffeine AddictionA.Really.Tall cup.Made perfect.Feel the joy.Top filled for Phillip.Careful…

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A hundred dollars to sit for a minute on your crescent moon.Pick your brain. Ask you as many questions as possible. There’s no need to tell me your answers. I know them already.They’ve been established years ago in my own working brain. A hundred and 99 dollars to sit for another minute of your time.Pick…

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It is within the walls my heart rests,and annoys from the sound of others.It is not in my welfare to keep,I set myself free years ago,no more negative thoughts,nothing to dwell over because all scattered away.What remains behind is a smile,not a scowl or grimace.A cooling of the arteries is the answer.It is something to…

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Her initials were T.S.The second letter in her first name is H.The last letter of her last name is K. She has the same letter as my first name. Her initials shouldn’t matter.My life doesn’t matter.It’s been 27 years. She moved to higher ground.I wonder how far I have moved.It doesn’t seem far enough.Backtracking too…

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Like a giant air balloon, colorful on the outside,spacious on the inside, nothing sinister in or out,and here I am waiting to ascend.There is no looking down, only open space aboveand the mission in front, no tanks of helium,no canisters of gas, only a propane tank.Sorrow is a dirty word, brings pain to the gut,clouds…

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Give up the ghost in the closet. Don’t make any noise.Don’t hide the sheet behind clothes.Remain soft inside.Stop crossing all legs and ankles.Keep hard outside.Keep your arms glued to your side.Don’t sit for long.Give up all clapping and whistling.Shove the ghost forward.Keep looking in the mirror.Don’t stop anymore.Don’t think of the last person.Shove the lies.Give…

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the desert still misses the absent rainwaterno one thought of the drain covers hiding the stagnant watereventually ending up in the oceanthe dead bodies ha e been buried with those already pastthe dead stick close to the deadthe music videos immortalized the alienated and angstythere were future interventions among the massesall viewed as part of…

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Honestly, can a person be this stupid in life? Tragically, you come to mind. Many words I want to tell you. They are not nice words. Ones you will find offensive. Those that should linger like cigar smoke. You might even find yourself wanting to cry. Too bad, not enough sad. I sleep just fine…

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