Futon Poems | Examples

Bed

Pillow
Eiderdown
Feather filled futon
Cuddly cozy comfort
Silky smoothly sumptuous
A lovely lavish luxurious lair

The Ways We Fall Asleep

Sometimes I dream
of falling asleep
on white powdered sand
as comfortable as a Futon
with powerful ocean waves
cloaking my legs and torso
like a blanket immersed
in saltwater
keeping me warm
each and every nig

Futon

White wood so cheap
	to bring the price low
a bargain for those who
	cannot afford anything more

stain of rich brown
	to appear walnut be
applied yet so thin
	that no one fooled is

mattress of batting hard
	coarse fabric covered in
comfort having so brief
	long enough to sold be

mattress King size is
	covered in linen sheets
with blankets oh so soft
	long night with comfort be

thoughts have fled away
	tangled shadows just remain
twisted in the night
	tortured memories remain

lovers in the spring
	all time was theirs to share
joy to always be
	together to always stay

fears twisted in the night
	of love that would always be
now to flee away
	and be parted in the night

memories still remain
	in one who does recall
in sorrow tears do fall
	knowing they cannot remain

for the guests who never came
	in basement dark and cold
one now just make their bed
	that the other and comfort will be

crying in the night
	in sleep that twisted be
alone in darkness to stay
	until the end of days

Heart Robbers

Heart robbers
Chasing after fine brothers,

Prior to a valentine arrival,
This elfin figure had no rival.
Hobgoblins are hobnobbing again
Playing games for a heart to sprain
Plastic surgeons with harpoons and weapons
To bludgeon emotions for coupons, sine qua non.
But this gossamer heart’s gone to bed, futon anon! 

Heart robbers,
Costumed as fine brothers.

Tucson 2018

Today I rode into Tucson
Determined to buy a new futon
A squirt in a skirt
Got down in the dirt
And flashed me a discount coupon

Futon Farewell

Farewell to our futon.
Oh, my gratitude runs deep 
For all the years you've given us
Or guests the gift of sleep.

Yes, you were tough to open
And a bigger pain to close.
You also scratched our wall up,
But that's just the way it goes.

You have surely served your purpose 
Though by now you're past your prime
Which is why it's adios, man;
For all things there comes a time.

Soon there'll be a brand-new sofa
In that newly vacant space 
But you'll be in futon heaven,
Which should be a saving grace.

Casting Stuff On the Waters

He cast a crouton on the water
Watched it sog upon the swell
What came back was lava bread
And Chelsea buns as well

She threw in an expensive cake
‘Twas softer than a futon
But what came back upon the waves
Was just a soggy crouton

© Gail Foster 2016

One More Cup of Tom

oh gee he is a bundle
of dog as i have the same brindle coat
on a mantel they remind me what it took
of my life to make them gentle to the world
and futon come handy as we listen to operas
and with my I camera should I show the peace
or the war the cat hiding as I told her will be ok
just give a day or two or adjust and learn or teach

Raleigh

It’s days like this that my mind returns to Raleigh

The pitch, sandy futon, and our intertwined deviant legs

Pushing for a fix

I for one goal, you for another


I would be more aware by the end of the night

of the smoothness of your forehead, and your full Latin lips

While you would know my hips 

and fistfuls of my golden hair

We would each know the fire on our tongues

and the familiar feeling of a heavy mind, tossing and turning

chest to chest


I loved you, but was surprised to find your hands rough

and your lips untempered

Like a child, you indulged in me

without the mind for what I am, or the culture to know better


Though still, you press and carry me

under the door frame, to the floor

and as we rest,  night continues to sink, like theatre canvas

And We are disposed to move


With your golden skin, you lie

As your fingers trace circles in my skin

I thought that you loved me too...


But when my mind returns to Raleigh

My thoughts return to you

and your cold bed, our swimming heads

and how at dawn, you dropped me off

My bitten skin looking redder in the tail lights

Henry 'Gnat' Wilson's Bedtime Routine

Teeth freed late of jaw
Catch feign vulture caw
Keep time with thumb gum massage.
Three jiggers to rinse
Fire stick of incense
Lifted induced camouflage.

Shirt off shorts glued on
Vision of futon
Once upon a time life rocked.
Tent wants repairing
Sirens shrill blaring
Dumpster score steel trigger cocked.

Yawn fingers through beard
Glance field-mates look weird
Two toe-touches old time's sake.
Fetally grounded
Mortally wounded
War's horrors too much to shake.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Written by Nancy Jones after an ok day at work on 8/24/11
Inspired by nette onclaud and her contest “Allouette”
In honor of Don and Donny and Dean and countless others whose long list of struggles now include poverty, health woes, homelessness, and extreme loneliness.

Twenty Years, Daily 30

30.

For to say I see beyond your face
To a soul on fire is but a trace
To how deep we interlace
Entwined bodies golden grace

We began our habitation on the floor
Old futon mattress, bedroom no door.
The classic poverty roaches and more
To twenty years later, king size galore.

For to say I hear you beyond your words
To a sound blown sweetly for little birds
To a refined quip  on artists preferred
Defined ideas inspiration spurred.

We began our love song in a basement tomb
One broken bass amp, an unfinished room
The classic garage band dreams and fume
To twenty years later, still bride and groom.

I'M Just Not Your Tpye

I'm getting married
to man who only thinks of me as a Friend
I sit here and watch you leave with your friends
While I sit here on this lonely Futon 
Waiting for you
You say I'm not your type
But your mine 
My heart aches
Cause to you I'm too fat
you like the girls in the middle
I will try to lose weight for you
If I could make you mine 
I will anything in my power just to get you to notice  me
I can't keep these tears from falling from my checks
Because of the pain you put my heart through 
I'm sorry that I am not perfect enough for you.

That Is Not My Elephant

For Matt Caliri's contest-that's not my elephant.

"That's not my elephant, Ella"
You have to sell this junk by yourself.
The faster the better.
I have the second graders coming by for a tour of the museum later, so I have to go.
Just get rid of that thing somehow!

Ella states that the constitution's Bill of rights gives us rights to freedom.
I will keep my white elephant if I want.
I pay half the rent on this apartment.
By the way it is your time to make spaghetti tonight and don't forget the meat sauce!

We are out of parmesan cheese too.
Ella, that futon is taking up too much space and has to go.
Call goodwill.

Flippin' Infestation Alliteration

Similar sounds and letter alliteration are literally leaping and precipitously punctuating the 
perforated pages of my mired, muddled mind.. 
     Making mental maps for future fun in meditation mired muse, meticulously masks the 
real reasons I rise from my favorite fluffy floral flecked futon.
     It seems somehow strange but my favorite finely fitted floral flecked futon is infested full 
of flippin’ fleas. I feel flabbergasted!
     It could be the culprits causing this consternation are cats coming into the corridor 
constantly carrying the creepy critters in. Crap!
     We’ll have to hurriedly heave the whole heaping kit and caboodle of carnivorous cats into 
a crate and fumigate the frolicking fun loving finicky felines. Fine!
      Fortunately, I’m finished..…….finally.

Von Neumans Entropy

Von Neuman must have broken a lot of pencils
 writing his mathematische grundlagen der
 quantenmechanik.

 it is 500 pages i could have said it in three words
 ..things come undone...

 like in my rum and coke here. 

the ice in my glass melts, the dispersion of 
molecules causes a perpetual motion of me
 going to the kitchen to get more drunk. 

with me eventually falling apart on my futon in the 
living room. 

while in my dreaming head 
topics of a conversation shift and heat is
 released in the form of verbs and pronouns.

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