Casual Poems - Poems about Casual

Not knowing is scary, It’s unnerving. I wonder everyday where you are And how you’re doing, And if there’s a new me in your life. But you said there’s no one like me. Was that a lie? It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve lied. The scars on my limbs are the only reminder of you. Such a sad thought. That only way I remember...

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I was turning the bed, knife-deep in dirt when I felt it: that ache in the wrists from too much tending. And there she was again— not in the muscle, in the memory. Being her friend was like this: feeding a ghost with phantom limbs, never full, never proof enough. She wore collapse like a weather system borrowing against good nature, demanded every last bit of attention— prostration...

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Was it casual? Our long night talks and endless flirtations. Those talks about our futures-as if we had a clue Things we knew that we had to do Watching movies on a call, but wouldn't do it without you Was it serious? Was it serious to you? We would talk about everything and nothing at all My darling little boy Cosplaying a man Telling me...

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..then you might say “and so, What is the point to keep Past winters melted snow Inside your very deep?” And I would say “I’m not A warden of my mind It was a casual thought - I really hadn’t tried To make some sense of it You’re free to use it then With wine some snow will fit So take it if you...

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From close to distant, we drifted away, A smile once warm feels foreign today. Like strangers again, we awkwardly greet, Casual glances where my heart used to beat. It’s strange to think somebody so near, Could vanish like clouds and simply disappear. I know I’m to blame for the things that went wrong, But what’s in the past can’t change with a...

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The old couple do everything together. They walk side by side by the ridge of the ocean. They sit in the same table, every morning, order ice cream, one ball for each: vanilla for her, strawberry for him. Neither enjoy chocolate that much. He is slower, licking the sliding cream that pinks his fingers. She gulps. The sound of waves stays...

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The summer sun shines brightly, Rooster invites the day light loudly, ...

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casual raindrops wrapping around my body it's love kisses my lips...

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There’s no substitute for life. I find myself, seduced by yearnings. I’m flourishing here, contemplating sin. I’ve nothing to do when I’ve nothing but time. I’m reusing solitudes - they’ve become ragged. What’s the answer then? Should I seal my girly heart, engage in uncaring kisses like it’s ‘casual friday’ - connive brief excitements - just to feel a pulse?...

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Casual frog with a Heidi ho hay Loving his rest, at the end of the day Sliding down into a slink because it is May When we walk by he can barely muster a “hey!” He is so rested, relaxed, but in no way refined. Nothing bothers casual frog, he never does mind. We watch him, admiring type D, which is...

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the little mice that operate traffic lights recently went on strike. they said it was the working conditions, but if we're being honest, I think it was because last year the city banned casual fridays. have you ever seen a mouse try to put a tie on? It's a tough ask for their little paws. anyway, in their absence, the city emergency hired frogs to code-switch reds & greens. it's great to see little amphibians march to...

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rhythm of a voice modulated pitch in one breath length...

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Riotous revellers' laughter drifts up from their apricot lit late night haunts, four cafes are notoriously avoided venues for overindulgent consumption of alcohol. Across the street, from my thirtieth floor apartment window, remote portrait of bodies bent enthralled over their beers, toads on stools at mushroom stem tables. Flicker of...

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red dwarf stars compete to over shine giant stars --- the polestar simpers 30 January 2023...

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Casual clown witch sat dangling her legs on a crate. Nothing upset her, she leaned into an easy light fate. Whatever happened did not affect her in the least. She never got riled, she was the happiest beast. We asked her about her secret, her motto, her creed. Easy she replied. I dance, paint, write poetry and read. I never let...

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