Could Poems

what love could i seek if not yours?

what love could i seek if it’s not yours?
a joyous ode to your name— 
even sorrow would glee to hear.

i’ll leave some words on your doorstep
slowly relenting, slightly scrambling.

like the way they were in my tongue,
your name’s as sweet as the morning dew,
waiting for my lips to utter
each syllables describing all of you

don’t spare me

If I Could Have Lived My Life

If I could have lived my life

Then this life is not mine. Not mine. Then this present has gone too far
I didn’t wait this time. Never. I needed the love. But that didn’t work

Doesn’t work the love? Unacceptable, my life? Yes. This is the reality
Solitude is the price for my independent life. I am paying

Belltrim

Decrotive needle work
sewn ito the fabric
they were highlights to
make the invitations look exspensive
Decrotive foods samples
savoury with drinks
The Celebrants marvoled at the audeince
I heard them mention how
they wished they had asked for a $5 dollar ticket fee.
One of the members of the wedding party sent
out a letter asking the attendants to take up a collection
from the

If only we could

I wish we could pack up and escape
to wherever the road will take us

I wish we could forget the world
and together start anew


AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Try As She May She Could Never

A young girl entered the first grade hoping to learn how to spell using ABC's     
But try as she may she could never spell those long tricky words until Miss 
Cartolano lent her flash cards for home. Suddenly it became easy as pie.

Astronomy: A Love I Could Never Have

everyone is going to their place of dream
their pen and papers screams pride and dignity
and in the fate's script it only talks about my failure
my efforts led me to nowhere but my defeat
i'm envious of everyone who got to follow their dreams

i learnt about the stars, galaxies and cosmos
so one day i could steal a

Wish we could slow things down

September just around the corner
summer indulgences so quickly come and gone
~ time slips through our fingers



Wordku: 5-7-5 words

AP: 3rd place 2025

IF I COULD TALK WITH NED'

If i could talk with Kelly.? What would the convo be.? About; the times he ranged the
Bush, shot his own game; and tuckered free.'
He was only young, a hero now.' Who handed back
Mortgage papers, he'd liberated WOW.' good
Action Ned, you did not just sling lead! And
There ' were also some lowlifes who wanted
You dead' I

If I Could, I Would

I’d go anywhere that pleases me
Without the need to fret and flee
And hide anymore from the flea,
But just a place that lets me be.

ALPHABET LETTERS IN COULD BE

A	ACTION
B	BEGINNING
C	COORDINATE
D	DETERMINATION
E	EXPRESSION
F	FULFILL
G	GREATNESS
H	HONOR
I	INSIGHT
J	JUSTIFY
K	KNOWLEDGE
L	LEADERSHIP
M	MEANINGFUL
N	NEWNESS
O	OBJECTIVE
P	PEOPLE
Q	QUESTION
R	RIGHTFULLY
S	SUCCEED
T	TRANSFORM
U	UNITY
V	VICTORIOUS
W	WISHFUL
X	XEROX
Y	YESTERDAY
Z	ZEALOUS

I Could But I Wont

I kept the coulds
threw away the shoulds
reserving the won’ts in a special spot
plucking them out one by one
amusing myself
happily adding them to my coulds
I could but I won’t.

wishing I could fly

a black bird rises up like a hot air balloon
following the sun, trying to locate the moon
with absolute envy I followed her rise
wishing that someday I could fly into the skies

could barely be relaxed

If I was any more relaxed, I would be melting
others are scrambling today
there are graduations all over the state
I am sitting in the shade with my two dogs
there is a bee overhead, she appears to be black
probably because I am staring into the sun
I keep seeing her fat shadow

In the distance I hear a twittering

Could Be

Can I be what I never been being as I am
Could be could be could be
Did I see what I never saw seeing it again
Could be could be could be
 Perhaps the world is getting small
 but driving through Texas I recall
 the vastness of space and time
 world feels big at certain times.
I wish

Either I've Seen You Or I Want To, How Could I Be Mad At That?

The horizon is a blade—
it glints whether I run toward it
or watch it withdraw.
Each dawn splits me open,
spilling a slow trickle of salt,
as if the sea is feeding me to itself,
one grain at a time.

I know the undertow’s handwriting—
it pulls not to drown,
but to measure how far my lungs will stretch.
Even in absence,
the shore presses

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