Bridal Flowers...Scented Sweets
Bridal Family...Sweaty Seats
Groom in Bloom...Salty Sweats
Groom Vows Loom...Family Frets
Bridal Vows Now...Salty Tears
Bridal Family, Wow!...Hearty Cheers
Groom Vows Hushed...Salty Flood
Groom Now Blushed...Family Blood
Mu uncle Franklin
was a pro wrestler.
He lit up a room
like Nikola Tesla.
My aunt Judy
was a cake maker.
Her cakes were tall
like an LA Laker.
My brother Steve
played video games
-until my mom Kate
called him names.
Kate, to her credit
was a fine, fine artist.
But with brains, forget it.
I am the smartest.
I didn't know that all this could happen
He thought that he was a simp
But instead he was a noow
He used to think that he was flexing yet cheugy
This became salty when I got sus
When his fam told me of his dirty plans
I had to ghost so as to calm myself
Since he was acting so crashy
Getting off was the best idea though
I was hurt when I knew no cap
Later realized that shipping wasn't Gucci
We stand in a room filled with dance
What most people say can’t be a real sport
Like you can’t be a sport without a lance
Or a ball and a court
We work for hours on balance and turns
We stomp and chug for hours on end
Running to the lobby to see the ferns
I need more energy to lend
Who gets to decide what a real sport is
We work hard and practice for days
And all we get from you is fizz
But we still love to play
To all the members of PoetrySoup
This is a poem for all in the group
I'm glad I joined, loved it since day one
And reading the poems is plenty of fun
Thanks for all comments and thoughts you share
It feels good when I see a new comment there
I want to get to know as much as I can
About my new and awesome poetry fam
Keep posting a poem
And thank you for making me feel at home
Have a great day my poetry sisters
And you too all my poetry misters
POETRY IS OUR NAUTURE N'
STRIDE,(LIFE..) TO LET GO!!
EACH PEN STROKES A UNIQUE
*POWER* VIBRANTLY BLASTED
COULOR: EN~SYNCED WORDS,
JUST DIFFRENTLY EX*
PRESSED..(IMAGINABLE!!)
WE STAND ON FIRMED LAND;
FULL OF LOVE N' NOT HATE;
WE PULE N' LAUGH, BEING
SERIOUS OR JOKE AROUND:
WE'RE EQUALLY ABANDONED,
BUT AGAIN PICKED~UP BY A LOVING
HANDED STRANGER IN
STRENGTH.... AGAINST INK
SPILLED... WHERE WE ARE TRUSTED
IN LOYALTY AND GATHERED
THOUGHTS TO EXPLORE THIS
WORLD WE ONCE DESPIZED; A
MAXIMUM EXPLOSSION OF JOY
N' CHEER, ALL SEEMS SO
CLEAR ON LOVE OF THE SOUP
(*FAM..*) ATMOSPHERE*
UNITED*TING!!! INKS PENNED;
AS ONE...COME JOIN US...
THIS IS A TRIBUTE TO ALL
SOUP (*FAM..*)
WRITEN BY: SWEETHEART
CARMA 06-19-12
INSPIRED BY:
BRITTANY MaD InK CalDwELl;
PACE, G "INK-U-SCRIPT" AND;
MARLON (THE SCRIBE)...
THANK YOU DEAR POETS!!!!
I’M FULL THANKS AND DON’T WANT ANY WHORE
I am a transient with words unspoken
I am a soul who’s been damaged and broken
For years I lived someone else’s life
Being my son’s little league coach and picking up a drunken wife
I’m an unrighteous man who’s weary and far too tired
And cannot find my way out of the muck in which I’m mired
I yearn for consistency yet find only daily different circumstances
A mortal who is always and forever taking chances
All I want is one place to live until I live no more
And in essence I have become Jesus Christ’s whore
I am a troubled transient
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
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