my pomes no one ever read
I think I´d be better d*ad
Categories:
pomes, anxiety, death, depression, suicide,
Form: Free verse
If only if I
If I sing until I die
If I let myself cry
If I looked good
If I knew I could
If I didn’t hide
If I lied
If I lead
If I didn't feel like I am dead
If my pomes were lovingly read
If I didn't feel alone
If I felt at home
If only if I
If I knew why
If only if I
Categories:
pomes, 6th grade, cry,
Form: Free verse
Crooked branches
Falling leaves
Firmly in soil
You perfect tree
Nests of birds
Housing eggs
Home to some
You perfect tree
Sweet ripe fruit
Dangle from your hair
Food for few
You perfect tree
Helping all
You perfect tree
Categories:
pomes, nature, tree,
Form: Free verse
Femme fatale nightshade bloom
Lustrous pomes sweetly entomb
Heady pungent bouquet
Remedy lover’s grave betray
Come hither, ye toxic potpourri
Banish infernal memory
Florid amethyst grace
Allure belies dual face
Infuse alchemist brew
Terry, not penance due
Smitten vessel begs release
Hasten this affliction peace
Tip chalice to ardor quell
Serenity bids thee back to hell
Notions atone bittersweet
Farewell ebbing heartbeat
3/15/2022
Categories:
pomes, farewell, magic,
Form: Rhyme
Apple Picking
Trees heavily laden with apples galore
Droop boughs of fruit in orchards brimming full,
Where some are released and fall to the ground
To be eaten by deer and critters found.
Though the trees appear to be crowded in rows,
But through a labour of love, sweat, and toil,
They are spaced to allow for unfettered growth
To get sunlight, while their roots drink from the soil.
In the crisp air of the autumn season,
Pomes ripen gorgeously under the sun
To delight the mind with recollection
Of baskets teeming when apple picking.
Categories:
pomes, autumn, fruit, memory,
Form: Verse
Prose
Poser Poised
Plying
Playfully Plump
Potency Purposely
Plucked Plopped
n'Propped
to
Pop
Pomes
in Poems Person
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Categories:
pomes, fun, words,
Form: Alliteration
When the ink has dried
And the pen won’t write
And the words are not typed
The poet knows it
Silence for the poet
No one knew of her
Words loudly spoken
When a heart was broken
She was given a sprit to write poems
Right out of the top of her head
Tucked away feelings acted out on pen and paper
Carefully using simple meaningful words
Inside she cried out for notice
Were the pomes any good?
Strong enough to touch a heart or tow
Or just a few deep down she new
It really did not matter for she knew it would
Not make her famous or rich
But just to see the likes and the time
Someone took to read her pomes
Brought joy to her heart and spirit
That was often broken and never spoken of
Categories:
pomes, deep,
Form: ABC
Rolling change while reading poetry
Frustrating rolls
Frustrating words
Forty nickels
Forty syllables
Fifty dimes
Fifty lines
If I only had a quarter
For every word I read
I could have many rolls of pennies
And many pomes read
Categories:
pomes, funny,
Form: Free verse
I SUGGEST READING ALOUD TO MAKE SENSE OF THIS MESS
Eyed bean tort sins butt her might
nurse sirree rimes an pomes re site
pry Mary cull hers read an blew
numb hers wan two a tea to
Anne Singh a long width "Whet Whet Whet"
butt knot lettuce off thee alpha bet
off cause, eats plane four hugh two sea
eye no knot my aye, bee, sea
inn stead off righting poet tree
isle writer diction hairy
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I should right my wrongs here. In this piece there is not one word correctly spelled, yet they're all accepted English words. Spelling errors get right up my gut and in poetry they detract from the flavor.
MY SPELLING IS FINE
I'd been taught since but a mite
nursery rhymes and poems recite
primary colors red and blue
numbers one to eighty-two
and sing along with "Wet Wet Wet"
but not letters of the alphabet
of course it's plain for you to see
I know not my A, B, C
instead of writing poetry
I'll write a dictionary
Debbie, I know you asked for serious, bilingual poetry. I thought I'd throw this in the brew for fun. Loved your example, by the way. :)
Categories:
pomes, funny, on writing and
Form: Rhyme
Some poems touch my heart,
takes me back to happy days.
Some poems makes me thankful,
for everything I have.
Some poems lets me see
things of nature so wonderful.
Some poems takes me to
lands unknown.
Some poems let me dream
of things I'll never do.
Some poems are sad,
some pomes are happy.
Some poems go on and on,
some poems like this one,
will end now.
wrote 11-20-07
Categories:
pomes, on writing and wordsme,
Form: Free verse