Upon a late spring day as sunny as June more flowers had come to grow in the dune. The flowers were pretty one of a kind ; you might even compare them to mine. The flowers were bright pink just as mine were and even had a pleasant smell to endear. The flowers were the best to pick even though mine used to be. As summer came along. my flowers weren’t as pretty and my flowers never stood as tall. My flowers grew sad. As the other flowers became mine. and I hated those flowers very very much. I hated them because their flowers were pinker, greener and taller. But I hated them most of all because they are what my flowers used to be before theirs came along.
Categories:
pinker, 10th grade, 6th grade,
Form: Rhyme
BULLETS
mercilessly fly
BOMBS
pitilessly fall
MISSILES
ruthlessly soar
shattering their
helpless "targets"
a screaming
bloody blur of
sadistic slaughter
innocent
bodies
blown apart
by psychopathic
projectiles
death's desolation
hovers over
us in these
dystopian days
judge, jury & executioners
prey on
their innocent
victims
who simply dare
to be in
the wrong place
at the wrong time
The Better Nature of our Angels?
(what on earth is
Steven Pinker
smoking??)
Categories:
pinker, dark, death, murder, sad,
Form: Free verse
on every corner there is a red thing
depleted and draining away
growing pinker and pinker
trickling and fading
depleted, and now
completed
there is no effort
no fuss
just a weary soft trickle
this is no
flooding gush
just a soft soft trickle
the faint bleed of a heart
that had once pulsed a ruby
that had once been, so lush
Marion Price 18/7/21
Categories:
pinker, heartbreak,
Form: Free verse
a pink sky pinker than any other sky I’ve ever seen
no one will believe it I thought so I took photos
One after another, but none could hope to capture it
For it was more than three dimensional, it was surreal dimensional
I gave up after the sixty-eighth disappointment
It looks cold out there my husband said, snuggled in his Lazy-Boy.
It is, I agreed, but worth it for it is so beautiful.
I thought you were not supposed to go out because of your asthma
I have a little doctor’s excuse about that because it is true.
I am not able to breathe well in less than thirty degrees
I went out anyway, and I stayed out
Trying to get the picture
Which I never got
Because this is
the pinkest
sky in the world
and I am that
photographer.
Categories:
pinker, art, sky,
Form: Prose Poetry
My dog is bigger than your dog.
Okay.
My cat is prettier than your cat.
That’s true.
My chickens are fluffier than your chickens.
I don’t have any chickens.
If you did have chickens they would be scrawny and ugly.
Probably.
My pencils are sharper than your pencils.
I do not use pencils.
My house is pinker than your house.
I know that’s right.
My sun is hotter than your sun.
I am smirking now, not knowing where to go with it.
Categories:
pinker, how i feel,
Form: Narrative
Colored pink,
She waits,
Shivery, blithely,
Aesthetically,
You could say—
Low fidelity.
Colored pink,
The milk
She drinks
Misses and falls
Everywhere.
Beautiful, a
Mountaintop
Piercing the
Sky. Even the
Angels are
Transfixed.
Colored pink,
She tries the
New thing while
Rain races the
Sunset futilely,
Sadly, lovingly.
The rain is
Called Juliet.
Colored pink,
She has lace
That she traces,
She misses the
Call of wine,
The hammock
Of druggy sleep,
Eros.
Colored pink,
Kill her softly,
Then kill her
Roughly, remorselessly,
Color her blue,
Then see it pinker,
Pinker. Squeeze
And show her
It’s real.
Colored pink,
Cigarette
Smoke is
Something you
Learn to like.
Just like being
Pink, you learn
To like it. And
Screaming is
Second nature.
Colored pink,
She speaks
Breathily after
A mint. When
She stretches,
The oceans
Turn flat and
All the sounds
Dissipate.
Colored pink,
She waits,
Quivery, haphazardly,
Dangerously,
You could say—
Amorously.
She feels it,
It’s deadly, she
Needs it, it’s
Her blood.
Categories:
pinker, art, beauty, emotions, girl,
Form: Free verse
RODIN’S NEW ICON
Should Rodin live today would he be inspired
To sculpt a marble sequel to THE THINKER
Modern ethos means fresh image is required
To become an old to new generation linker
[Perhaps in stone less pale, a little pinker!]
He might witness casts of posture stereotypical
And find there inspiration for his art
With perceptive focussed eye and viewpoint quizzical
An image would develop in his heart
Of a body bowed, head inclined toward hand sinister
While index digit stabs from aspect dexter
Then with his hands he’d clay or stone administer
To create a new iconic symbol; and name it: THE TEXTER
Categories:
pinker, allusion, creation, humor,
Form: Rhyme
The dove whispers to the flowers
"You smell good beautiful"
The flowers smile back
And with sparkling eyes, they tell the dove
"Your wings are a gift
That springs many colors"
The clock hears the cheers
And chips in a dear
"I loved the hugs and the smiles
Of the time that was then"
The butterflies agree and sing in unison
"And we wish to see you again
Pinker with merriment
Flying with wonders"
Categories:
pinker, beauty, cheer up, hope,
Form: Free verse
I begin the trail, to my living Hell
The cold wet ebony darkness , of Death
I travel this path , as if in a shell
Wondering FOREVER, about my last breath
Unstoppable sobbing, cries from my Heart
I’ll never see, my dreams, my Life My WIFE
The Finale pain , just rips my Soul apart
The Eons of my Eternity; no Life
Inhale the flavor of Everlasting ; Fear
Lavish it, Learn it, LOVE it, a place called “ HELL “
I have no Heart left, disintegration will soon appear
Hear the ringing of the Bells, the Forsaken “ Iron Bell “
I Know In my LIFE, Just One Dance With my WIFE
I was hooked in a Hook. Line and Sinker
Her Young Heart of Innocence , revives my LIFE
For the Eons of FOREVER Sunsets Ever Pinker
To be Cont.
Inspired by Carolyn Devonshire
Dedicated to
Categories:
pinker, death, heart, heart,
Form: Rhyme
The Cicadas sing so loudly
Drowning out everything
Except the airplane
Soaring, roaring overhead -
But the Dragonfly is so quiet
As it daintily alights
Upon a pinker than pink
Lotus blossom
Then takes off in flight
In a nearby weeping willow tree
A Robin sing somewhere above me
His warbling song
An aural delight of myriad notes
But I came all this way
With bulky binoculars
Hoping a Hummingbird
Or two - would appear
Just as I had planned
But they had other ideas
For I thought I heard them
Snickering nearby
At my hubris for thinking
I could coax them out of the trees
Just for my benefit!
For Laura Mackenzie's "Sounds of Summer" contest
Categories:
pinker, nature
Form: Free verse
As she rendered him
His daily medication
He noticed nobility
Beaming
Over her
Lovely, pinker face
Wisdom
Love
And purity
Had curved
Her inner
And outside beauty
“If God permits me...
To live a little longer
Surely, I’ll sow my seeds on her!” he said
Categories:
pinker, caregiving, funny, life, love,
Form: Free verse
Blessed is me, for I’m
Looking, O yes looking
Forward to this pinker
Poem, not of the pasts
...but of today...
For the very first time
In a hopeless, vile life
Of my yesteryears, I am
Now braving all the odds
...that’s to come...
And to all my sufferings
And great pain that I got
Upon knowing you, my dear
Ahh, my very first poem
...of total freedom...!
Categories:
pinker, hope, introspection, life, on
Form: Free verse