Hearts agonies-grilled
Tears brim-filled
They pour out.
Like heavy rains after a drought
Vivacious are their aches.
Bearing all, mind breaks
I sit
Physique-psyche knit
I'm not a psychiatrist.
Nor an emancipationist
No solution I give
I'm not corroborative.
Volcanic fire-blaze
Ignites optimism-rays
I never ensure
Cure
Self-realization
Causes transformation
Categories:
corroborative, psychological,
Form: Free verse
An extraterrestrial hiding -
Elliott and E.T. won’t stay sober.
Reeses Pieces and alien colliding.
After all, it’s late October.
The shelter of woods - not his home.
Where Elliot’s family resides, not even close.
His long finger points up, “Home! Home!”
Bicycle on firm ground - arose.
The painted trail, scenic beauty,
it’s cold out there - far, far away
from his planet. It is a friend’s duty
to let him go…he cannot stay.
Separation of friendship souls.
Spoiler - both Elliott and E.T. Live.
There never was a reason for consoles.
Escape hatched - actions corroborative.
10/X/2022
Painting prompted #2
Sponsor: Lisa YY
160 words max FV or rhyme
HMS counted 95 words
Used Rhymezone
Categories:
corroborative, halloween,
Form: Rhyme
4/27/16
Beyond the fringe
So long as I live
My all I give
Don't care if you call it a sin
Or if it burns a bridge
I work above and below the ridge
And I can't always win
While the planets continue to spin
You have no idea what I did
And have never been in my shoes or skin
I'm positive
You're story was not always corroborative
Don't you fib
Or mess with me or my kin
The weather at times muggy
The same could be said for events turning bloody
Rather abruptly
Daily or monthly
Sad to see anything happen unjustly
Near and far from where the terrain was muddy
To put it bluntly
No longer is it all very funny
I've got to get that money
From the city to the country
Any day and night, regardless of it's sunny
Still this life is lovely
And I feel lucky
To have people that love me
All these dreams
I don't always understand what it means
Even when twenty thousand leagues under the seas
Between you and me
It is not always what it seems
By: Dalton Ogletree
Categories:
corroborative, poetry, rap, word play,
Form: Rhyme