Best Hmm Poems
Well what do you want me to write now?
I don't know what I want to write
Because nothing I write is ever going to be enough
There will always be something
Same situation
Same bunch of s
I don't want to do the same thing any more
That unless You change or I change
I am gonna hang up my pen
I am tired
I am tired of all this bs
That is going nowhere
That is doing nothing
I want to do something
And if it is not then I am not going to do it
You lose Your effectiveness
Because You are not going to ever convince me otherwise
Time is a choosing
Time is a leaving
Got to pick it
Got to choose
And I am picking it
I Cannot Weight To Hmm...
Be Pressed By A Dumbbell
Two fifteen pound
steely danse sing
wrought iron dumbbells
ill-tempered, impatiently,
and intensely a weight
their turn to hmm... press me,
and forthwith dense trait
heavy handed prestidigitation
to yours truly, this primate
currently attempting
to craft sad excuse
for a poem, sans far fetched
notion, aye trite re: late
engendering, foisting, and goading
bizarre lifelike qualities
to inanimate solid helpmate
to build (and/or oven
just tone) muscles bitterly, painfully,
resignedly wince, where washboard
abdomen long a goner
impossible to recoup,
whar hide didst narrate
ting hours sculpting great
former Adonis build
on these, now nada so lovely
bones, and experience
spiritual strife to oscillate,
perhaps witness sing
angst to esse skill late
heady feeling healthy vim within
myself, how just
with verily at least dedicate
half hour exercise can be great
for body, mind, and
soul triage, otherwise...
basic gravitational laws
of physics gladly
hand me unwanted fate,
how gradually physique
will eventually demonstrate
flabby, droopy, and
unwanted addy post tissue create
ting another reason to berate,
castigate, emasculate, where
self repudiation will germinate
(albeit, thence in extremis), yours truly
doth relinquish fitness regime
resulting sparking, and taste
testing casus belli dictate
tête-à-tête, viz hasty
unconditional surrender to
a void mortal kombat,
which latter, would exterminate,
the forces of yin and yang,
re: lee (I rub hurts) loch cur,
thence finding me fraught,
(yule hiss see - uselessly)
grant ting soul
option to disintegrate,
in the event emotional civil war,
rents asunder every fiber
of mine being, which
wrath wracked wraith self destruction
twill woefully satiate.
this is my party
and it's my birthday all day long
when i'm not dancing
i'm sitting on my throne
i am a king
and my subjects love me dearly
i try to serve them humbly
with deep emotions clearly
I AM A POET
thankxxx Lynnette for passing it to me. i have a new poet in mind who is on line and from
what i've seen very talented. i am going to TAG Larry Belt.
Faith is the ointment without the fly.
Brother
Funny Extravagant
Drawing Acting Painting
Outdoors Malls Spa Broadway
Sewing Shopping Singing
Sarcastic Dramatic
Sister
Date: 05/27/2019
Two smiling faces, aww...looking so sweet
Wanting to swap...their Halloween treat
Both contemplating, hmm...which one shall I eat
As they sit on the sofa, with their little smelly feet
(photo 3.)
Good Luck Halloween Poetry Contest
Sponsor Eve Roper
10/31/2019
I was once asked,
To write a poem about my greatest obsession
I was told it could be about a person, animal, place or thing
I had to but think awhile.
I have never been asked such a question
Hmm , my obsession
You could say , I have but a few
This question had me obsessing.
My obsession,hmm
My little head was buzzing
Thinking deep, I had observed
My obsession was writing.
Am, pm, pen to paper
This was my obsession
Many words, crazy thoughts all rolled into one
Writing hard, writing fast to please all my wonderful readers
My greatest obsession are my readers.
What if words asked you to write about them
That is sick of being a last thought
How many m's in a hmm
A always seem so alone
Dark pulls back in a arc
i need some quiet
Silence steps forward from the back
And no longer wants neighbours
T o have separated
and free just wanders around
The end is pleased
i put him there
and just to please
lastly i will begin
Hmmm diddle, where’s I put my fiddle
Fiddlely D, you’r somethin like me
Somethin like me makes me holler
Where r you?
You’r here then you’r there
My foots in the back door waitin
Waitin for you
Turning round and round
dizzy enough to fall to the ground
Laughing so hard
can barely catch your breath
aaaah you say, fresh apple pie.
I am going to write about some really cool things
Did you think you can get away?
Lol look again
It's your behind
Just kidding
I get that you need it
Tongue over the mountain
Is it mountain top?
Tongue tied
What achieved thing?
Is it a question?
I don't know
You tell me
Haha
Did I say it's a go?
I sense you think so
By the way
Not
Mm
May.!j!!!!!!!!!.
What am I saying?
Don't know
I lost it
lol
Yup
Mmmm
Get it?
Dumb dumb
Huh?
Whose signature are you?
How can you change with every tide,
The sweep and flow to isolation.
What colors can you bring?
In a stroke of moonlight
Or in someone's memory dust,
A lesson learned or taken.
What person will you see?
The easel turning against the sand
To mark the desperation.
Horrific hound’s horrid hair
Holding human hatred
Haggardly hawk hones hooks
Harping harlot’s whoring haze
Mean mares manes maddens mind
Marauders mane my mainstay
Mobility moored most menacing
A scent, so rare
Of purity, fills the air passing
Through the slightly opened-window
Of my upper room
Hmm! I know that smell, it’s not from
The lone noble fir, outside, standing
Proud, with its fine fragrant foliage
Nor, from the sweet-scented creamy
Fruits, of grandpa’s strawberry trees
I went near the window
And, I peeked childishly
Lo! I saw a fiery
Lips as red as the roses
Flutter, like a majestic butterfly
In a morning breeze
There, in the garden, a woman
So lovely, with a brown smooth skin
And long black hair, listens
To the silent hymns, of Angels’ trumpet
As, the bluish sky, in sight, watching
The fairest of all creatures
While, the warbling birds nestling
On an oak tree, where once I tattooed
The symbol, of great love
Whispered to her, of my sudden peeking
She looked up, at me
Sheepishly, I waved my hand….
But, she threw me
Her sweet morning grin
Now, I know why
Envy lingers around the town
It’s ‘cos of my priceless treasure
From among the many, she chose
Me, to be the rightful owner, of her smile
sifting shifting streams
falling star trying to get away from the others
Neb you
lah to follow
so powerful e
motive to be a ware-we need more wares
Tiggering (as in like Pooh's Tigger)
spond
spond
get it respawned
and yawned
how many of you have died
but still i awe at your deadlight
and the whispered hmm bites
"cub IS hmm"
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