Best Trimeric Poems
If one day were added to my time on earth
I would want to spend it with you.
You wouldn’t have to do anything special
just being with you would be my reincarnation.
I would want to spend it with you
in a garden or on a dance floor
or simmering in the kitchen and though
you wouldn’t have to do anything special
during those added twenty-four hours
I want you to know that on that day
just being with you would be my reincarnation
the beginning of a lifetime
in which we would dance forever.
Form:
Calling my anger
Where are you?
I need that Grrrr!
To express my views
Where are you,
When my mood turns blue
And passion leaves me too?
I need that Grrrr!
To which I belong
Be strong inside my songs
To express my views
As their meant to
Be heard as the truth
Form:
one day you will be a curio
something I keep on the mantle
to show my friends
how much I’ve changed
something I keep on the mantle
that gathers dust
and is ignored until I want
to show my friends
how much stronger I am now
that I’ve faced my mistakes and
how much I’ve changed
since I won control
of my heart
Form:
Rip currents of ridiculous riddles
wet the chops of ink and parchment;
A poet enjoys tea and berry jam-tarts,
her pen tremors ‘We’re all mad here.’
Wet the chops of ink and parchment,
visit the tempestuous Queen of Hearts;
Feed your mind, milk her rose garden;
A poet enjoys tea and berry jam-tarts
drifting off into a golden afternoon;
Teaspoons paddle a sea of nonsense;
Her pen tremors ‘We’re all mad here.
Stop the infected pocket watch!
To write you must live in the moment.’
Led through a road paved with fire,
they thought she would incinerate;
Flying with wings of titanium
ashes only raised her higher;
They thought she would incinerate,
instead a hand grenade was thrown;
Propelled with power into the air;
Flying with wings of titanium
nothing could bring her down;
So tough wrapped in a soft sound;
Ashes only raised her higher;
Chipped polish grace sharp talons
of a woman who carved her crown.
He said ‘With relish.’ like a soft light,
erasing the line that never existed.
Pulsating with what was uninhibited,
the phrase exasperated her hunger.
Erasing the line that never existed,
an inarticulate murmur left his lips.
Was it in everything she didn’t say?
Pulsating with what was uninhibited,
she could taste his shallow breathe.
It was coming with such regularity.
The phrase exasperated her hunger
for she could feel what hid behind
the subtle inflection of his delivery.
Love me where I am most ruined,
refurbish all of the cracked paint;
Turn my scraps into abstract art,
your design leaves me whole again;
Refurbish all of the cracked paint;
Within broken eyes see a vision,
scattered but still a masterpiece;
Turn my scraps into abstract art;
Resourceful little architect
use every detail like a block;
Your design leaves me whole again;
My past a piece of our future
etched in the lines of your blueprints.
Not quite the version of real time,
caught calm in a candid capture;
At once the art fades away,
burned from memory into a filter;
Caught calm in a candid capture;
A moment ago you were boiling,
finale fireworks on the Fourth of July;
At once the art fades away,
left in awe of your explosion;
Fanned fire cooled to low key;
Burned from memory into a filter,
changed your speed way too fast;
Emotional hand read 'Move On.'
Your flower petal lips are carnivorous,
ever-ready and always famished;
I long to be what will satiate you,
leaving you all swollen with desire;
Ever-ready and always famished,
I’ll lead you to blissful exhaustion;
Scorching’s kind of what I’m into;
I long to be what will satiate you,
as we eagerly satisfy each other;
Blood tends to whet an appetite;
Leaving you all swollen with desire,
careful what you bait with that trap;
A fly can also be a bit menacing.
Your music never fails to make
the stars go dancing in the dark.
The moon observes them wide awake,
and floods of light stream down the park.
The stars go dancing in the dark
and paint the sky in silver dyes
to sparkle and to mesmerize.
The moon observes them wide awake.
Then lightens up as if amused
to see celestials diffused.
And floods of light stream down the park.
It's time for my heart to rejoice;
it is the music of your voice.
Residual trance curves my lips,
prism hearts left behind in dreams;
Your lips as you pull my hair,
I want you when I wake up;
Prism hearts left behind in dreams
shine in the glow of morning eyes;
Oh if they could feel my head trip;
Your lips as you pull my hair,
we speak the same language;
Together in eternal intervals;
I want you when I wake up;
You demanding me cools me down;
Seduced by this strange sleep.
Burned and completely dismayed,
cold stare shadows the softest lips;
Longing to feel safe to smile,
never wanting to be hurt again;
Cold stare shadows the softest lips;
They can’t bring themselves to explore
the possibility of being open again;
Longing to feel safe to smile,
yet the chill protected for so long;
Nothing penetrates like a thaw;
Never wanting to be hurt again,
courage slowly melts the eyes;
Fractured smile finally reawakens.
all she heard was the ache in his voice
when he called for her
to wrap her arms around him
and kiss his December lips
when he called for her
she returned slowly to his side
resigned once more
to wrap her arms around him
like evening fog
around a dying tree
and kiss his December lips
a kiss he hoped would
defy time
Form:
A sweet old couple celebrating sixty years.
He held her hand still soft and supple.
Admitting lots of laughter and some tears.
They certainly were a sweet old couple
He held her hand still soft and supple.
She called him handsome. He called her Gem.
Helping them celebrate, their family with them.
Admitting lots of laughter and some tears.
A question was asked if they ever fight.
Only when he takes my pillows at night.
They certainly were a sweet old couple
Love is a recipe you must mix it, and in our day.
If it was broken you didn’t throw it away.
I remember getting into that groove,
hearing your voice on the radio;
Didn’t own a single album yet,
I played that track over and over;
Hearing your voice on the radio,
full on diva screaming ‘Rebel’;
Your rhythm was urban bold;
Didn’t own a single album yet;
I couldn’t get enough of your music,
so I bought a song for the first time;
I played that track over and over,
as I have done with every tune since;
Addicted to a hit for every emotion.