I think most people picture a parting phrase,
The “I love yous”,
Or something like,
“You’re going to be in a better place.”
It’s hard to describe,
I feel like I’ve had sort of a perspective change.
It’s hard not to imagine like I’ve seen death,
And when we locked eyes,
I saw the heat edge of reckoning’s face.
I feel the beating of my Heart’s drum,
The thud,
‘Dum duh dum’,
Speedy pace.
Just the thought of dying keeps me from sleep,
Head held hostage,
The fee for sleeping isn’t worth dreaming myself awake.
I haven’t been eating,
Meals come every several days.
“That’s a symptom”,
Our argument's reflection gleams at us from the squeaky clean plates.
I’m too busy teething to be worried about being flush in the face,
My colours been gone,
I’m blending into both the whites and greys.
Categories:
document, analogy, death, fate,
Form: Free verse
The simplification of a traffic jam
In an office
Finish print job
And release document to document owner
Mail fraud in possession of access
Whom accessed file of document owner wrong
Is in hearing
No hearing of printer job
No crime in owning document
Homekey fraud
Interpreted in California as economy
Unemployed printers?
City does and does not operate hotels
Business transacts in appropriation of funds
and ink press powers
In time observation
Of collection is willing
Thank you again for sharing your feedback and helping us shape California's future.
Sincerely,
Governor Gavin Newsom
Obstructing journalism
Very literal
The homeless point at and time move
Down generation gymnastic snatch skills
Front lines of tinder relocate shift reward visuals
Out the house dodge
Grades good bye byes
Categories:
document, america,
Form: Free verse
mirrors turbulence of mind
documents dull daily chores,
poured feelings on blank canvas,
friend we trust as true .
closest buddy in childhood,
confidant in teenage years,
my excitement, my pleasures,
bleak sadness unwrapped.
O my soul, from deep my heart
gushed emotions in you, scrawled
pages with love and pain, paint
days of grim despair!
years passed - journal lost glamour,
pictured my youth, failed dreams, hopes…
words, penned with passion, vanished...
dew on lotus leaves!
Categories:
document, life, memory,
Form: Dodoitsu
Should a woman put on trousers?
Yep: ones that don’t men make browsers:
That let Top Secrets remain secret;
Documents eyes should not just meet:
Trousers that won’t hatch Internets,
Lust cause to beat its castanets…
Trousers fully masking Womanhood,
Easily The Misunderstood:
Sometimes, seeming to say “Draw close,
So that you may pick up your Rose…
Women may be free with trousers
But trousers could turn howitzers:
Pastors and Imams gunning down,
Priests causing to smile who should frown,
Maiden forcing to dump her gown;
Strongly shake the firmest crown!
And may men put on the skirt?
Yeah: if their trousers packed up dirt
And nearing it could image hurt
Worse than a woman’s for Shirt.
Categories:
document, character, clothes, fashion, woman,
Form: Rhyme
you arrive in pieces
the horrible details I almost forgot
like the words you couldn't memorize
or the gray way of saying maybe
I always asked you to look north
and other things I regret
I used my sharp scissors
I used my sarcastic tools
I built you
I didn't even get tired of your steps
insisting undecided around the apartment
or your shirt written 'do you love me?'
now the sun is setting fast
leaves an indecent streak of light in the sky
the silhouette of an airplane passes through there
spoiling the bunny-like cloud
in the last window at the top of this building
I'm harmless to this world so concrete
I look at everything and feel nothing
I can't even hate being here
Categories:
document, sunshine, symbolism,
Form: Free verse
I write, you write
They write, we all write
So is anyone actually right
No one is right in writing poetry, so therefore no one is wrong
All you need to do is just keep jogging along
Words will come from out of nowhere
They sometimes will just appear
Although they also sometimes make us fear
For Example
You will think what was that I just said
And did it make any sense
Yes, is the answer to that
Because it came from under your own hat
Feel the song in your head
Words will then come as I said
Your own words, your own thoughts and my admiration
Will then make your poems stand out for everyone's appreciation
DAMO
Categories:
document, appreciation, community, encouraging, poetry,
Form: Free verse
started by: Damian Keady
completed by: Pixie Rose
Here is the place to start
if you happen to feel inspired
just let your imagination conspire
It’s so modern – a bit like art
You can fill the space yourself
writing is an expression of oneself
You just need to make a start
It's so modern, a bit like art
As for my input don’t ask what it is
pick up your pen, no you can't miss
all it takes is a little creative wit;
As I never put any thought into it,
It kind of happens of its own volition,
It's so modern - like abstract coalition.
Categories:
document, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Here is the place to start
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It’s so modern – a bit like art
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You can fill the space yourself
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You just need to make a start
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As for my input don’t ask what it is
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As I never put any thought into it
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They are your thoughts now no longer mine, they don’t even need to rhyme, although they may just chime with mine
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BEST
DAMO
Categories:
document, encouraging, fantasy, fun, giggle,
Form: Free verse
What must it be like
to have no name,
to be forgotten by your
parent?
Do you sit and dream
of all the names you
could have had, or
pray for the day
when your mother
comes back and
answers your ultimate
question,
What is my title?
Categories:
document, lonely, lost, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Still YOU can hear the Sobbing, Throbbing, Heartbeat of A Broken Heart
YOU can feel Her Sorrow, Swallow Sadness, flowing : the contour of Her Face
The Tears in Her Eyes, Sighs of Suffering Alone Now; Yet NEVER APART
She Walks the Rainbow, Below the Gates of Heaven, HER FOREVER enters Grace
Inspired by “ Anne Rutherford “
Dedicated in Memory of HER FOREVER and ALWAYS ; “ HUSBAND “
Categories:
document, death, husband, love, wife,
Form: Rhyme
23:29
Breathe out.
Watch the dust.
Phone buzzes.
Read text.
Reply.
Back begins to ache.
Sirens somewhere.
House creaks.
Phone buzzes.
Read text.
Ignore.
23:41
Categories:
document, time,
Form: List
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Composing a writ unto the highest court amid the universe *
To grant a stay of execution in regards to the decision once imposed upon
The dissidents from long ago fallen; cast out from that the throne....
Citing the King's very words as proof this, love, transcends all judgment!?
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....“Document, `777`” *
Categories:
document, faith, love, passion, universe,
Form: I do not know?
A record of a secret document
Embedded in my memory
Threatening to open
My feelings to the world
And I will keep it clandestine
Waiting for you to furiously
Copy down, word for word
The essence of my emotions
Categories:
document, devotion, love, on writing
Form: I do not know?