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it's a shame
because it can be very good
though I might not be as good at titling
as at writing
and so can anyone be
Tonight I told my wife
How poets make wonderful lovers
She said she wished she knew one
And slipped beneath the covers
LOVE IS BLIND
I love making pictures
with words...
For all to see;
The idea and poem is
all one...in my reality
R-iver
I-s
N-icely
A-iding
L-ife
Y-ou
N-eed
Topic: Poetess (Rinalyn Bonajos)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
A calico kitten ran by,
Alert and rather spry.
Home she went,
Now she’s spent.
From running into my room just to lie.
Shyness is a glory not only for women as poets lie,for men it’s highness.A wall between well and ill,a carrier to Heaven!
His feelings were strong
He never wrote poetry
Until he did
Cathartic writing
Began to heal his soul
He was a poet
I am a Writer
I am a Poet
I am not familiar with physics and chemistry
Will you write my name in the pages of history?
To George Robert Conquest
conservative form were a poetic zest
A leader of the 'movement'
poets on convention bent
SYMBOL
A static symbol
placed into an
ink well soon
becomes the
illusion ~~
worshiped as
real as life
:: ~ ::
A poet's theme for all to dream.
Written for Silent One's - Give Me Your Best One Liner - poetry contest
July 10, 2016
A poem
is a heavenly gift of Winter
gliding down as white stars
showing off uniqueness
in exquisite patterns
and taste
A pebble dropped into a pool
Reveals ripples poets find cool
But when I look
Into a brook
It reveals an Halloween ghoul
The greatest poets I've read, all conceive they're runts...
The little ones I've read all imagine them immense....
My skull
You house my brain
My chest
You house my heart
My loins
You house my balls
And really, what else is there?
beautiful neat soul
center core of a big love
delight day and night
joyment tranquil serene read
fine good persona poet
A man is dead
when he’s bled
medics say
Poets say
At last his soul is free
that day
i ask everything
to never be the blood spilled on your beautiful pages
written with your beautiful hands
Winter Morning
shimmers the sunrays
in cool frosty morning
glisters the dewdrop
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Chasing night shadows,
The day is enough for us,
Our burning passion,
Raging and turbulent sea,
Awakens us in the night.
A zooming car, a Speed King.
All day, all night.
All down the highway,
Racing with faces unknown
To prove what he’s got.
The words are stuck in the middle of my throat and
I hope that you can see in my eyes
All the words that I can’t verbalize
For the lovely Adelaide Crapsey
a long life was not to be.
In syllable,two,four,six &eight
she created the cinquain anew!
From his cocoon
overlooking the fray
the poet strikes
his keyboard
triumphantly
Truth ablaze
A masochist
addicted to the pain
of emotional confusion
and feeling insane
and trying so hard
to get you out of my brain