Best Phone Number Poems

Question

I seemed to have lost my phone number, can I have yours.

Answer

Have you looked under J for Jerk


Penned

30.4.2015...

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I grew a beard
while waiting for you
it looks more and more
like I'll never get through

My left ear was aching
I switched to my right
This perpetual holding
has...

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A homeless poet

A few days ago, I was walking home with my dollar store notebook in my hand as I walked. I was deep in...

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You don’t know this but
we’re all ISBN’s. At birth,
we’re tattooed across our asses
with barcodes, ID tags, social security numbers.
The only doctors allowed
to perform this surgical...

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Here, I dwell in no man's land,
On the flip side, there's men unwomanned,
They can be a miserable band,
Desperately seeking a hand,
I read their profiles for...

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At one-thirty in the morning, while I was lying in bed reading my book. 
My mind wondered with thoughts of my husband. I couldn't stay...

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One word
Like a black cat
Prowling on a starless night
Sneaks past my notice
Quiet and still and
Unobserved
Escaping from my well-intentioned lips
“Someday”


“We’ll have to get together”
“Yes, soon!”
“Write me...

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Heaviness painfully throbbed your beating heart, 
as the world could not understand it
and could never see it.
With your slurred words
and tired, dilated eyes, 
I smiled,...

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Hey!! wake up!!  
you don't wanna miss this!!
The soft voice that woke him, 
he didn't know.
Opening his eyes 
and seeing two grim faces.
Along with...

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Ever take one of those psychological stress quizzes 
With one of those psychiatrist
Know-it alls?
Me neither.

Ever gonna?
Me neither.

What would be the point?
Oh, my GAWD! You should...

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When grandpa D comes to visit, he smokes until we cough
We also have to say “We know you are here, you can stop smoking”
My father...

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I still have that letter somewhere.
You made me promise to not tell anyone you wrote it.
So I kept that promise,
I kept it for thirty years.
I’m...

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On that July day of confusion and discord,
I entered the women's psychiatric ward.
A place I'd been in before,
receiving a calming shot in my buttocks
on the...

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In the early morning rain
I saw a blossom fall
landing softly on the garden wall
and for a moment I tried to recall
that girl I met on...

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Decay is a constant state.  No matter what you do it begins as soon as you start.  The clock starts ticking towards failure....

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