I hit post and send my words
into this busy, glowing website
where I’m fifteen, the youngest voice,
surrounded by grandmothers’ stories
and grandfathers’ quiet smiles,
moms who cheer me on
and dads who nod like it matters.
I don’t mind being the baby here
your words feel softer than home.
You read my late-night poems,
drop comments like warm blankets,
and make me feel safe
when walls at home feel cold.
You’ve cheered my every awkward line,
Took the time to read what no one else does,
and loved me more
than I’ve ever known in my real world.
Here, I’m more than just a kid,
I’m part of a little family
built from hearts and usernames.
So thank you for each encouraging word,
for telling me to keep writing,
for being my virtual grandparents and parents,
for becoming the safe place
I never knew I needed.
I’m grateful for you all,
my internet family,
who love me more than home.
How about you, tiny schlong?
I'm curious as to why you aren't very tall
the sun is shining so brightly over the planet
little star, twinkle, twinkle
how i ponder your whereabouts
why does it turn red from your radiation and place me in this hospital bed?
Nahna led me to the Nude beach and hid my clothing from me
so i was left lying in the sun cooking in complete obscurity
he gave me a helmet for my head
but my poor winkie was becoming red from the blister
which was double its normal size and appeared to need ice
Nahna gave me a tiny paper brolly that covered it
and created the impression that it was a candy
after a short while, it resembled a red, bloated slug,
and the ambulance carried me away to a hospital bed
Nahna, who is typically a nasty old witch,
decided to trade roles out of compassion for me
i was laying there writhing in pain
he became tired of my whining
after my fervent plea was heard,
the nurse pulled the blood from the iv,
gave me something to smile about,
and connected it to a pouch of gin.
I go to sleep in eden's garden
I'm surrounded by flowers and leaves
I fall asleep completely Naked, as i breathe in the fragrant flowers
I rest in the tranquil garden.
In my Nakedness
I go to sleep where nature sleeps
I sleep underneath this chilly, empty, pitch-black sky as the birds hum lullabies
Similar to a chrysalis, i am enclosed.
In the position of a foetus, cradled like a baby
Within this lovely, secure garden
My only source of illumination is the serene lunar surface
In this garden of eden, i have a peaceful Naked night's sleep.
Stunning Naked slumber
I spread my brand-new, vibrant wings
When i wake up to discover that i am reborn every day as a butterfly
My home is the garden of eden.
My refuge for all time
I feel the flowers and leaves cushioning me as i sleep Nude
While i am in my wonderful Naked haven, i eat in the garden of eden.
My sanctuary of Naked slumber.
I'm the Naked poet.
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developed over the years (since 2009)alongside the original definition.
I write prose and verse, when working alone
Scribe down my fine lines, upon an (iPhone)
Pleasantly reciting, obscure musings aloud
Either from memory, or the all seeing (iCloud)
One way or another, things sometimes go bad
When cells deplete, quick change to an (iPad)
Perch it upon a ridge, of my well toned six pac
And if that goes flat, unleash big guns (iMac)
Which gets me frisky, perhaps a little too much
I call Hey Siri! have you seen my (iPod touch)
By
David Kavanagh
Trot-Trot
With two clicks
I’m going around the world
While
I’m @ home.
My Poem is in Kurdish but there is no such option to publish in Kurdish Alphabet.
Two beady black eyes
jump to the wrong conclusion ...
a piercing tongue
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spits n
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stabbing me in the back
Dial it back Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Maureen McGreavy
5/7/19
I've taken the time to concentrate
on poems I read that they highly rate,
and how poems from poets believed to be great,
are also the poems of those interacting like a mate.
And I've noticed good poems get disqualified from competitions,
and this is because they didn't put the host name on their submission.
This is a very sad state of affairs,
as you delete their name after this competition of theirs.
People saying this poem has been done before,
then writing Jesus poems.....
Jesus how many times do they get repeated,
two thousand years of poems on an individual,
how on earth are these poems original,
libraries full of these preaches,
how is any of it new pieces.
I find it funny,
the lack of nun poems or the easter bunny,
but Trump poems rain in piles like the Eiffel Tower,
and most are vile and crummy.
Poems on the internet are dictated by politics these days,
it is not about you but the game you play,
and everyone on-line is a player,
it's just that not all know they're playing.
Poetry
comes from within the deepest
depths of our souls
a feeling yearning to be free
forever living in books and internet
as its new homes
living in eternal happiness
being seen for the hearts they have
We're just some teens
trying to look aesthetic
Posting photos on tumblr
that are pretty poetic
We wear 90s clothes
We listen to the Smiths
We rebel against humanity
So no one here is cis
We live in our idle towns,
our small town glory
Behind every post
is a different story
I swore I'd never rhyme for you or write in metered flow
Then let this be a secret kept between your heart and mine
If you don't pass this poem along, no one will ever know
especially because we only interact online
I never thought I'd try to reach across that great expanse
to upgrade a connection with a flirt I've never met
yet here I am (in verse no less) about to take that chance
to manifest as real what is on my ethernet
I want expanded bandwidth for I covet your esteem
I do not want to sex you, though that metaphor applies
where I gift you my all in the most intimate extreme
which you return with fervor as our spirits synchronize
I find my words inadequate expressions of intent
This declaration may be love--if you give your assent.
Twitter obsession
Presidents to pig farmers
Alternative facts
Written on 13th March 2017
Entry to "tweetable" contest
Words on the internet leave a permanent footprint… so watch your step!
an evocation of instantaneous experience
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DISTICH TRISTICH truth to tell, two or three lines in parallel
TETRACTYS Stebbings did contrive a complete thought in five
DEMI SONNET at sixes and sevens
VERBLESS POETRY verse in words sans verbs
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