It sounded like gun shots
As if someone is shooting bullets from a car on the road
Pop Pop Pop Pop Pop Pop
My dogs did not respond
But I did
because the hair rose on the back of my neck
And I recognize gunfire
From TV shows
Categories:
sounded, life,
Form: Free verse
I have been watering it for months—
the small black bulb in the cupboard
that I never let touch sunlight.
It swelled in the dark,
fed on steam from my cooking breath,
fat with the whispers I never spoke aloud.
I told myself it was only a seed,
a pebble in soil, nothing more.
I would open the door,
look at it once, and close it—
like checking the locks before bed.
It learned the shape of my glances.
But today, I reached in.
Today, I held it in my palm.
Its skin was slick as a fish
and when I pulled, the roots screamed up from the earth,
all tendon and white hair,
and the cupboard air smelled of rust.
You said it casually—
your mouth arranging the words
like setting a cup down on a table.
As if the syllables were a button
popped from a shirt, no one’s fault.
I felt my chest open—
not like a door,
but like a letter slit with a knife.
Paper-heart curling, bleeding ink.
You were already talking about something else,
your voice trailing petals across the floor.
I sat very still,
the bulb still in my hand,
its black head beating against my pulse.
I did not crush it.
I only held it tighter
until my fingers forgot they could let go.
Categories:
sounded, anxiety, betrayal, extended metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Cleanfill and cement
selected pigments of orange and blue
a stiff chilling sky blue hue
to create a scenic spektical
beauty
marks the walls a sight for
people to admire
perfection
and style Phor-Lustoreteaze
the sight of marveled perfection
the lavishness
and her beauty
makes grown men
crumble and fall
her smile and capitavtivness
make me more eager to call
guess I oughta
doll up for her
since she so pretty
and everything
I bought a watch in
dellrio
these diamonds go
with everything
Categories:
sounded, allusion, film,
Form: Ballad
I was on my cell phone for forty-two hours
I had gone through all my besties
They were busy, with lives, living them
So, I started calling the social media “friends”
People I had never met before
Most did not answer.
In desperation as my phone was about to die
I dialed a random number, hoping to hear a voice.
“Hello!” He sounded handsome, charming maybe.
I started to tell him my woes.
“I am not home right now,” he said.
At this point I did not care.
Just wanting the illusion that someone was listening
Before I jumped this bridge.
Categories:
sounded, cinderella,
Form: Free verse
Have the word's
Fancy a Pint
At the Pub
Ever sounded so good
As today
Cheers
See you there
Make mine a double
Get the round in
Lot's to catch up on
Since we last met
Categories:
sounded, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
Singing So Sweetly Sounded
our hearts had pounded
singing so sweetly sounded
around abounded
we have been obsessed
a knowledge of God possessed
by Him we are blessed
opportunity
to have perfect unity
in community
should see church spire
bells sound louder and higher
in their entire
Jim Horn
Categories:
sounded, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
My friend quit her teaching job
In January
This is almost March
I had no idea until today
That she is jobless.
She sounds thrilled
About not working
But what about money?
I wonder.
Knowing now
She must
Not need it.
Categories:
sounded, friend, friendship, teacher,
Form: Free verse
Sounded Like Sitting On a Cactus
Should have to hear when at practice;
Sounded as if were sitting on a cactus;
They would be,
Always off key;
Men are humbugs while women a priss.
Jim Horn
Off to choir practice.
Categories:
sounded, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Singing Sounded Awful
When singling he howled like a hound
And had emitted such an awful sound
Like metal being scraped with a trowel
Sometimes sounded like a horned owl.
For his singing no one gave a hoot
Of all evil singing was surely the root
About his singing we kept on stewing
What beer next should we be brewing.
His singing ended after reaching its tail
We did drink down a pitcher of pale ale
After we had drunk it down the hatch
On his big mouth we applied a latch.
Now his singing no longer can be heard
To hell he and his soul were transferred
Down there poor souls hear his singing
When he is herd they still start cringing.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Send this to the Vegas Vagabonds
Who in yard have many plush ponds.
Categories:
sounded, allegory, analogy, humorous,
Form: Couplet
In the New Year I resolved to lose weight
I thought I'd start by using a small plate
But with a big sigh
I piled it up high
Dang, once more the idea not so great...
For the New Years Resolution contest.
Categories:
sounded, food, funny, new year,
Form: Limerick
Open oblivion
Awaken Armageddon
Begin ending
Start sending
Rapture
Souls captured
Revelations
Starvation
Genocide
Will you be there?
By my side
Will you walk with me?
Be my guide
The truth you speak
Comes out in Greek
I’m blind
Help me see
Fate and destiny
Storm clouds bother
Angrily they glower
Temptation leads farther
Goodbye father
I hope for light after
Categories:
sounded, death, faith,
Form: I do not know?