Category: Poetry

  • Poem: Instability

    Your feet hurt, keep going, walk on, forget the pain, it’s okay, inhale the stress, break your arm, stub your knee, make noise, yell as loud as you can, your life sucks right now, we all know. As all the other feet, cut off from the ankles, forced to walk with help, it’s going to…

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  • Poem: They Are Not Grapes

    all kinds of colors come to mind purple, green, red, white, and black all attached to stems on a vine they get chewed and swallowed they land somewhere in the stomach my over-indulging appetite keeps me in control of the unseen destiny all kinds of poisonous berries do not eat the yellow, purple, and blue…

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  • Poem: There are Differences Between Us

    The difference between you and I begin. When you hear a baby cry, you want to get close. When I hear a baby cry, I take a step back. The difference between you and I continue. When you close your eyes, you see an angel. When I close my eyes, I see a monster. The…

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  • Poem: Inside a Cigarette Was Twisted Love

    Studies show smoking may cause lung cancer. If you are pregnant, you should not smoke. Even smokeless nicotine is bad for you. This can cause mouth cancer. Vaping was all the rage. This isn’t good for the body either. But if you stop smoking, you might gain weight. Crunching candy and downing sodas make you…

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  • Poem: The Kitchen Never Forgets

    A good wave from a hand is hard to come by. I should know. I do know. You don’t want to know about the left hand. The trouble I tend to dive into. I am followed into the bathroom. Trouble leaves dirty handprints on the walls. I yank old memories from the sink, like long…

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  • Poem: Don’t Forget to Breathe

    Be more like a worker bee. Worker bees do not ask questions. They shut up when they are hurt. Their minds are empty. The tasks done are meaningless and dull. Worker bees are such good followers. They do not want to lead. They have no personality. The buzzing noises are a means to no end.…

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  • Poem: First Point

    First point your contact information is fake.Your name is not what you say it is, and your last name is not spelled correctly.Did you even look at what you wrote before sending it?It is pretty clear what you did is false.Instead of reviewing, revising, and conducting grammar checks, you were in a hurry.Second point your…

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  • Poem: All in All

    All the read texts will not change the situation.Fancy words never really fit into this.All the abnormal connection is gone.Describing it as tragic does make sense.All the unanswered calls will not make anyone feel better.Meaningless words have been tossed around too much.All the diseased energy is dead.Viewing it as humor does not help the perspective.All…

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  • Poem: Definition

    Definitions tell the truth.The story of our days.Pages of letters and words in the open.Characters ignite bolder, brighter, and better.The honesty increases.Pushing us further to resolution.We can no longer ignore.The truth will dangle.Our sentences tighten.Synonyms are different now.The onus must fall on the participle.

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  • Poem: Yellow and White

    Missing yellow corncob kernels Inside the biggest set of chompersOpen your mouth wideReplace them with white kernelsThey were grown especially for your big fat mouthThe stories have been passed aroundYou were a wild man in your youthThe screaming legend continuesYou might have less workable kernelsThey are enough to bite downChew anything enteringSpit up what is…

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  • Poem: Punctuation

    These were the words she said at my arrival.”You got to be kidding.”I have known the truth even back then.I was born unlike the other babies.When my diapers were full and sagging, and I was left to my own determination. My mother’s womb carried me.I deemed me ready to take my first breath.She had no…

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  • Poem: Dull Anticipation

    Excited was not the word to use. I was not exhilarated. I had never won the big prize. Soon my hand would shake the hand of the would be king and queen. I had to learn quickly. How to curtsy. How to bow. How to shut my mouth. I had to learn to like chicken…

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  • Poem: It Burns

    I’ve been here before,tasted it, kept it, smelled it.I’ve put on these slacks before,one leg at a time, with steady hands and sturdy feet.It’s a recurring situation. I forget my keys, and vital information I can’t counton ten fingers or ten toes.There are many masks, and I don’tknow their names or rememberthe faces to their…

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