In open fields, at a musical concert,
their eyes made contact, setting
their hearts ablaze,
Not even a hundred-and-one things
could distract them as they were in
a dreamlike daze,
They walked through the crowd as
if it were a maze,
The encounter left them ecstatically
happy for countless days.
Their love was easygoing, but
over time, it grew into something
beautiful and lasting,
Travelling together through time and
distance, they still had the same
feelings as when they first met,
Now drifting in tranquil harmony,
with no excitement left but illnesses
and uncertainty, yet both proclaim
life’s perfect.
A bond of divine love binds them
together, both happy and pleased
with Cupid’s casting.
Love is food for the Soul and music
to the ears,
It adds sweetness to life and puts
springs in our steps, and once it
takes hold, it takes control.
By Zyrool
Categories:
a hundred and one, feelings, love, music,
Form: Free verse
dandelions were stretched out along the roadside spent
wild lavender thistles were shriveling into brown stalks
we had no air in our car, it felt like we were in a sauna
the first few seconds were great, then it felt stifling.
how hot is it? I asked my niece. She checked her phone.
Heat advisory, heat index, heat…..here it is. A hundred and one.
In Kansas a hundred and one feels like six hundred and twenty-one.
Especially if you have no air in your car.
The grass had turned as tan as sand; it crunched when we walked.
Lawnmowers were called off, dirt patches felt solar-heated.
Roses, lilies, lilacs, crepe myrtles, and rose of Sharon had given up.
dandelions were stretched out along the roadside spent
Categories:
a hundred and one, summer,
Form: Prose Poetry
I love being bouncy, being green, being fun!
I jump and I hop, and I dance all around.
Being chased by children from two to a hundred and one.
I am the happiest tennis ball, easily found.
I have a sweet squeak when I hit the concrete.
There are squeals of laughter as I am being chased.
A dog has me in her mouth, so I give a quick squeak.
Hoping she will spare me, giving a lot of grace.
I am bouncing now, and excited. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.
I am enthusiastic about being me in rain, wind, black ice and snow.
I would like a little drink of water, but I do not whine or flounce.
This is the best life I have ever had, for sure. I love it so!
Categories:
a hundred and one, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Personification
My lungs are black but my heart is pure
My hair is thin and falling out in the wrong places
At this point my days to live are measured with an hour glass
The size of the smallest taxa
My memory is a bank of a hundred and one bad choices
Two thirds look like a previous poem I wrote,
one which I used a cigar to craft the smoke that is to swallow my alveoli whole
I am using one as I write this, and I’ll probably smoke another one after I’m done
These are the habits I have
The habits I adopted from the apple that fell far from the tree,
The forbidden fruit.
Categories:
a hundred and one, angst,
Form: Free verse
the stranger
-was
the heart of winter
-a
page from my past
-wherein
spoken letters make words
-of
a hundred and one lips
-an
unbound presence
-labelled
misfit zone
-with
beer beer beer
-and
flexible souls
-meant
encounter without imagination
-while
just wondering
-why
then i saw the light
-as
patience ages
-that
old man winter
-was
space warped
-meaning
case closed
stan sand
Categories:
a hundred and one, adventure, good morning,
Form: Free verse
Happily bonded to the ground
They crawl in curiosity
Speak in strange tongues
understood only by the gods that made them.
Their smile, a glow of the crescent moon
That calms wandering thoughts
Heal broken hearts
And bring departed souls back to life.
The epitome of perfection,
Molded with carats of diamond
Gifts sent straight from the heavens above
African babies are true definition of beauty
and love.
Falling in their attempt to walk,
Never kills their dream.
They rise a hundred and one time,
When they fall a hundred times.
Their ability to experiment things that
come their way,
Makes them no strangers in the land of Einstein's.
Their dark rounded bodies, a clear cut of cuteness.
And their curious eyes are full of unending passion
With a burning desire never quenching.
... stranja
Categories:
a hundred and one, africa, baby,
Form: Ode
Cold
04/9/2018
I’ve been sad, cold , so sad, for so long.
I feel mad, old , so mad and so
alone.
I don’t feel like I ever did belong,
Alone by myself, by myself in a throng.
Empty and hallow, since my first birthday,
Flee this harsh world and all that is earthly.
Feeling decrepit, I’m lost and unworthy,
Let’s abandon all hope and beautiful things worldly.
A hundred and one reasons to try,
A dozen or more painful ways to die.
I can’t even think of one reason why,
Not to put this lead bullet right into my eye.
My problem is I don’t deserve an easy end,
Gotta force a smile, keep on keeping on, pretend.
Harder to confront my and then my fences mend,
Than spill my brains coldly onto my pillow to blend.
A beautiful mess out the back of my head,
Answer to the solution brought on by cold lead.
Finally free from those thoughts of constant dread,
Sweet savage release, BLAM I’m finally dead.
Categories:
a hundred and one, addiction, death, depression, suicide,
Form: Rhyme