True and Deep within me
I found it
That I have lost
My smile
Which I had used
Hope and soul
But to defend
sorrow and pain
No longer
Will entice
My heart
With its positivity
I know that
I should stay true-
To myself
I owe that
At the least…
P.S. you can read this backwards (too).
leaves dancing
echoing prayerful winds
stories written in heaven
songs playing, surreal dewdrops
blessings arising
hearts breathing gently
painting shadows
dreams composed of light
times melodies
~ timeless ~
melodies times
light of composed dreams
shadows painting
gently breathing hearts
arising blessings
dewdrops surreal, playing songs
heaven in written stories
winds prayerful echoing
dancing leaves
waking to rain
remnants of the storm
the cat prowls past my bed
memories of love stir
I’m alone
in the silent room
my heart beats
the sun bleeds through clouds
a poetic leap
trees sprout leaves
to live is to live again
trees sprout leaves
a poetic leap
the sun bleeds through clouds
my heart beats
in the silent room
I’m alone
memories of love stir
the cat prowls past my bed
remnants of the storm
waking to rain
(palindrome)
She hurt me
So don’t try to convince me that
She was a genuine friend
Because at the end of the day
my heart twists in anguish
And I’m not going to sugar coat it,
I’m the one that cut her off
I have to remind myself,
No one can be trusted
And nothing you say will make me believe
Everyone deserves a second chance
Because no matter what
People will always let me down
And I'm in no position to believe that
if I extend my trust it won’t be broken
Because whenever I want to make friends I think
Is friendship even worth it?
(Now read it backwards)
It is nonsense,
Because it does not make sense.
Not because there is no sense,
But because you are unversed
And cannot make sense of it.
Because it is esnesnon,
It is nonsense,
And above your intuition.
It does not make sense.
It is nonsense,
Because it lacks sense
And has no substance;
Conceived from a debased instinct,
Of a delirious, senile and manic concept,
From a senseless conception.
This is nonsense!
And you lack a sense of the concept,
Because you do not have enough sense
To comprehend the senselessness of the nonsense.
This piece is nonsense,
Because it does not make sense—
Because subsidy is gone,
And it does not make sense.
dawn’s stillness
early lightfall
at my feet
my body aches
I slip out of bed
I shiver
the angels have fallen
a part of me has died
a part of me is gone
left with realization
my love
I’ll never see her again
my love
left with realization
a part of me is gone
a part of me has died
the angels have fallen
I shiver
I slip out of bed
my body aches
at my feet
early lightfall
dawn’s stillness
(palindrome form)
Was it a cat I saw one rainy noon
When Anna played with Hannah with a spoon?
Johnny Dune's radar was sharp;
Trick tunes with Madam Harp;
Kayak ran like racecar on the moon.
'Oh WOW, it was ever so cheap,'
she shouted when taking a PEEP.
'This KAYAK is cool.
My MOM is a fool -
at NOON she was sailing a sheep.'
*Bold font was lost when I copied it onto this site, so had to put the palindromes in caps
Mom spilled hot stew, wets a pal, lap short-shorts,
Dad yelled its hot, loop pool pop dive exhorts,
Mom says not that sort of hot,
Pip, spiced hot that's all it got?
Snot tons, "Jokes--Pip, we're exports, not Hogwarts?"
I sleep in each day until *noon,
My *mum says I live on the moon,
If I think a day’s good *deed,
Is to *eye a Facebook feed,
Than to *peep outside of my room.
I awaken to shadows
outside a soft patter
the emerald lawn glistens
a screen glows
laptop on table
waiting for a new poem
the day begins
with a whisper
solitude's embrace
with a whisper
the day begins
waiting for a new poem
laptop on table
a screen glows
the emerald lawn glistens
outside a soft patter
I awaken to shadows
There was a young woman named “Anna”
who spoke to her sister named “Hannah”.
“Anna” said “You’re a good “mum”
and maybe I’m just a “nun”,
but “sis”, I’m no second banana!”
Then “Anna” asked what is a “rotator”?
Does it “refer” to a ventilator?
Said a young “dad” named Adam
I really don’t know, “madam”;
“Don’t nod” at me, I’m just a parts trader.
music lingers
streetlights
shine stars
man and woman
sleeping in shadows
the library’s closed
an intimate voice
on the radio
as I drive home
midnight
the spell is cast
midnight
as I drive home
on the radio
an intimate voice
the library’s closed
sleeping in shadows
man and woman
shine stars
streetlights
music lingers
There was a young man from Mayam
Who asked, “I’m in May?” (mai) “I am!”
When a woman said, “Liar!”,
he responded in ire,
“but madam, I’m Adam, Goddam!”
The lady was quite civic minded,
as a nun she always presided
midnight to noon on the harp
until her old dog did bark
Mum I fear your tune is one-sided!
The dog said must I refer you to this,
the deed you long ago signed with a kiss
and a pip on the head,
a tenet until dead,
my howls deified along with your riffs.
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