Best Comma Poems

"Give me words,
Thousands of words,
I offer my kingdom for words
For
A poem I wish to write
Not any poem
But
A masterpiece of a poem!" The aspiring poet shouted,...

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Between Your Words

Dad
I tried my best 
to live between your cruel words
Yet there was no room
I felt less
smaller than small
Like a comma that didn't fit
a...

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I wanted to write
 The best slavery poem   ever written—
Perhaps win a Pulitzer or Faulkner. 

I had every intention of conforming 
To the...

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I thought you the Master of Expression
               Your verbal dexterity
 ...

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Our dark founding father, of American literature,
A sinister beacon of darkness, lighting the way
Into the darkened abyss of mankind’s soul.
Within the galleria of madness, he...

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I landed in Poet's Court
Caught me speeding in my Sonnet
They judged it a rhyme crime
According to the officer's pentometer
I was doing 50 in a 25...

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Let's eat Grandma... OR let's eat, Grandma
Punctuation saves lives because of a comma
So very small
But stands so tall
The difference of life and death for Mom's...

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Morning is a question mark – 
Serenity or drama?
Afternoon’s a semi-colon,
Period or comma.

If the day’s routine,
You’d list its parts behind a colon:
Ordinary expectations 
Keep those...

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Not a period
                      ...

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M y eyes see what your heart is feeling
Y our feelings you write out as poetry

P ain, love, joy, wonder, inspiration
O nly you can help...

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O’ Jealousy

SORRY FOR THE BROKEN
LINES- EACH SINGLE
LINE ENDS WITH A
COMMA.



O’ Jealousy how
wonderful You are,
You sow the seeds of
hatred,
So deep,
Often even,
In an innocent
heart,
That friendship,
love and sympathy,...

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the bright monitor
glares through inky darkness--
a clock ticks

My heart lurches painfully in my chest as my mind tries to process what I'm seeing. My mug...

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Man-made drugs
Induce an altered state
A psychedelic paradise
Of euphoria
A burst of colors
Impaired reality of dreams
A fix of blissful forgetfulness
Married to ecstasy

What need have I of these?
When...

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A period am I; you do not see
me all that much in poems any more.
At times I’m placed by poets awkwardly
before a line is finished!...

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Asian Epicurean Quest

At the heart of China Town, Kuala Lumpur (capital of Malaysia) is Petaling Street.
  
Domain of hustlers, hucksters, cheap-jacks and diblers; purveyors...

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