here’s your plaque:
best in uniformity & public shaming.
no rooster crows without committee review.
no similes unless they match the mulch.
you scratch the dirt,
then vote on who gets corn-fed
when there's plenty to go around.
not every poem is a zoning dispute,
and I'm hard pressed to name anyone here
an expert in the field. get over yourselves.
she left.
what was the point of that?
you ran off a chance to learn something,
or worse,
ran off a chance to help a lonely person
in need, masquerading what they want to be.
we'll never know now.
all this for what?
the abject terror of an electron less
of validation? grow the f*ck up.
I see you,
paper-bagging praise like contraband,
while circling the coop,
searching for a beak to clip.
I'm going to bed now,
to dream of that first welcome
I had three years ago.
My sincerest hope
is that you'll meet me there.
Categories:
zoning, anger, community, conflict,
Form: Free verse
Start it off with a tiny bit,
But not too much so you can quit.
Still in control with nothing but wonders,
While it watches you fall into a slumber.
Strapped up around your arm,
Feeling no pain, feeling no harm.
Safely sound as you may feel,
But trust me—this is not the deal.
Tension unrolls as your eyes go back,
Heaven appears just like a track.
Zoning hard with spinning eyes,
Feeling numb and tearless cries.
Jolly and joy are starting to turn,
I never would have thought I’d feel this yearn.
Truth be told, this was a mistake—
And I’m sorry to say, this isn’t fake.
Before I died, I wept, I cried,
Thinking of all the ways to stay alive.
Saying to myself, What did I do, and why
Couldn’t I see that this gift from hell has blinded me?
Feeling nothing but sorrow to those who cared,
The pain I caused, the weight they bear,
Having that said, it doesn’t compare.
Wishing I could take it back,
I say with one last breath:
Please don’t let this
Be the cause of your death.
Categories:
zoning, addiction, death,
Form: Rhyme
What am I?
Flesh and blood and bone
On the surface.
Dive deeper though,
See what you can find
Before you
Drown.
How am I?
Emotions roar
Then dull out
A simple
“Fine”
Which is enough for you
But not for me.
Where am I?
I’m here
Of course,
But not really
Here,
I’m in the zone
And zoning
Out.
Why am I?
Why can’t I just be?
Just be?
Normal.
Normal
Doesn’t exist.
If you’re normal,
Then you
Don’t
Exist.
You don’t exist.
Who am I?
You think you know me.
Look again,
Because you’re wrong.
I’m not
Who you think I am
At all.
Categories:
zoning, 8th grade, conflict,
Form: Free verse
The cloak of Night suppresses sounds;
all, but the faint beat of my heart.
Zoning out of reality,
I shelter in Night's quietude.
Muting the Day's cacophony,
the cloak of Night suppresses sounds.
And allows me to sort my thoughts,
without the annoyance of noise.
When Chaos rings inside my head:
distractions echo through my mind.
The cloak of Night suppresses sounds,
city life, tethered to the day.
Stepping outside of the moment,
my mind disengages with time.
For at the fringes of quiet,
the cloak of Night suppresses sounds.
Categories:
zoning, anxiety, city, image, silence,
Form: Quatern
The Lord is my contractor
He supplies my tools
He let's me choose green pastures
He shows me great horizons
He renews my permits
He allows a floral archway entrance
To ascend joyous scent unto heaven
Even when the inspector
gawks and delays
I remain steadfast & calm
For you are in my foundation
Your devining rod provides
clean water to flow
You grew apple & peach trees
for the health department
to partake and share with the zoning
board
You honor me by anointing my head
with fallen apples
My mailbox overflows with credit card offers
Certainly your wisdom & approval
will help me choose the best ones
So all the days of my life I
can stay in the house of the Lord
forever.
Categories:
zoning, appreciation, bible,
Form: Free verse
Always running
Bringing pain
Can’t keep it inside
Don’t let it out
Everything hurts
Falling into darkness
Going nowhere
Hopelessly lost
Incapable of feeling
Joy or sorrow alike
Killing oneself
Losing all
Make it stop
Nothing can help
Other than death
Put me out of misery
Questioning everything
Returning to the past
So much heartbreak
Totally numb
Under a cloud
Violence inside
Worsening each day
X on yourself
Yelling in silence
Zoning out
Categories:
zoning, dark, death, depression,
Form: ABC
Articulate,
Becoming,
Circumnavigate,
Discerning,
Extrapolate,
Finishing,
Graduate,
Hoping,
Inaugurate,
Joking,
Karate,
Loving,
Mitigate,
Needing,
Operate,
Praying,
Quadruplicate,
Reaping,
Summate,
Trying,
Ultimate,
Vetting,
Workmate,
Xeroxing,
Zoning.
If I had to choose one above all others apart from Loving it would be extrapolate because to be able to extrapolate gives one a chance to see what is likely to happen further down the road if nothing changes.
Categories:
zoning, adventure, analogy, appreciation, art,
Form: List
A lot of really big trees had died to make that desk. His mother had probably gnawed them down, used her nails to saw the boards, and finished the decorative cutwork with her tongue.
Jennifer Crusie
My mom kept a patch of zamia trees,
freeze brook zigzagged and zinged,
zesty zephyr's laid cape from breeze,
zap zander tinned.
She accomplished zoning using a zax,
she led my zest and dream,
I can't cool off, I can't relax,
zealous esteem.
She shields me from rain and zenithal wind,
she kept zeal to be strong,
by lead and zaniness of mind,
zigs right from wrong.
1St Place Contest Winner
21-December-2022
Constance La France Zip, Zig, Zag, Zing form
Rhyme pattern: abab, cdcd, efef
syllable pattern: 10, 6, 8, 4 in each stanza
Categories:
zoning, analogy, appreciation, mother, tree,
Form: Rhyme
Wanderlust could find my
eternal love.
In the deep blue sky,
stars of the mystery land entered
my dusky eyes...
Zoning out into the blank space
-the greatest black hole;
could be my path
"to the parallel universe."
Categories:
zoning, cute, dream, emotions, how
Form: Free verse
Anecdotes all arousing my head
breathless begging to be your best
carefully caressing your caramel skin
ditching the deep ditches of dolor
enveloping the ever-present eerie aura
faithfully faking the smile on my face
glamorizing the greatness of giving
helping the halos of doubt in my head
idolizing your individuality and independence
joking about jumbled thoughts creating a jittery feeling
kites of your kindness kindling a wind
loving every little thing you do
memorizing the many lines on your memorable face
not caring about nefarious nettles that pierce me
ornating odysseys of our past
picturing a perfect picture of us play
questioning why I ever had quixotic questions
rising ricochets of rampant tears
setting sails of the ship of our love
touching thoughts twisting in the air
utilizing every unexpected moment we have together
vacillating the value of valor
wandering eyes over the warm waters of your eyes
xenial relationships and the feel of your xilinous skin
yearning for the youngblood of yesterday
zoning into zeniths of zeal
Categories:
zoning, love,
Form: Abecedarian
She does not mean it! We all said.
We had heard of pre-fab, but this was pre-pot,
and it sounded ridiculous!
We all have mushroom houses.
There must be zoning laws or something.
The next thing you know a tea cup house will move in.
She was determined.
She brought in a giant teapot, in the middle of all of us mushrooms.
There goes the neighborhood! we lamented.
She invited us to visit. Four traitors did.
They came back raving about the glory of a teapot house.
The next thing we knew, three of them had teapot houses!
What is going on? Has the whole world gone berserk?
I sneaked over and peeked in the window of one of them.
It was so fabulous; my own teacup house has been ordered.
Categories:
zoning, light,
Form: Prose Poetry
After the rain, a stillness is seen
Before the nightfall, a fleeing gleams
Calmly approaching, a soft kiss of sleep
Deeper diving, a taste of slumber keeps
Echoing sounds, a whisper is heard
Falling towards, a calming touch confers
Gently following, a spirit sublime
Hearing soothing melodies, a point in time
Into a dream state, a honeycomb of thoughts abound
Jumping around, a stipple of dots resound
Keeping a few snippets, a picture appears
Lowering my eyes, a crisp clarity is clear
Moving beyond my mind, a power invites
Never imagining a state of seeing such sights
Overcome with anticipation that swells within
Pursuing yet remaining, a revelation begins
Quietly stepping onto a path I see
Racing emotions exist deep in me
Still shaking, a walk I begin
Towards wonders without end
Unknown energy waves surround
Vaulting me forward along the ground
Whispers of solace inside me I hear
Exposing mysteries, now are so clear
Yet I not do tremble, nor do I fear
Zoning inside, embracing what is near
Categories:
zoning, dream, emotions, metaphor, solitude,
Form: Couplet
Any plans for the coming year?
Being a lonely child at heart
Can take me back from the start
Dear Lord, let me make things clear.
Enough is enough. No more sorrows
Fear, fights, foes. They are so shallow
Grant me one wish. That’s all I need
Happy New Year by the way.
I wish for brighter days
Joy, Love, my career, bliss. Indeed
Kindness is all I wish for
Luck, logic, laughter and much more…
Mastering my memories is a gift
Not presents, sweets or something I can buy
Ok, you really want to know why?
Presents last quickly. Memories do not
Qualitative research is more like it
Regarding how to spend time with your mates
Some blokes simply scream for useless stuff
Therefore, their wish would not be granted,
Ugly witches would have their thoughts haunted,
Vicious masterminds would always bluff
When they call their own bluff on Christmas.
Should xylophones be played during Mass?
Yes or no? Seems to be a good question.
Zoning out now. I’m going to sleep
Categories:
zoning, christmas, new year,
Form: ABC
Ability to decipher
Beauty beyond imagination
Charismatic and cool headedness of yours
Dedication to things you do
Elephantic nature of your imagination
Foundation of your beauty that is natural
Gorgeousness of your physique
Happiness that comes with your company
Intellectual sagacity of yours that is incomparable
Jack of all trade master of all that you are
Knowledge of your profession you display that amazes me
Loving you is so going to be amazing
Most especially,
Nurse in the making that you are
Of which you are bound to be caring
Please listen to your heart and pick the clarion call of my heart
Queuing is not my thing
Religion might want to serve as an obstacle
Surely my heart beats for you
Truly I am in love with you
Understanding you is my heart desire
Valentines I want to celebrate with you
With you I believe Love will be fun
Xylophone I will make sure is played at our dates
Your company I want to crave for
Zoning you in my love city I want to do
For you are my heart desire.
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Categories:
zoning, appreciation, girlfriend, i love
Form: ABC
sitting here zoning out
not able to concentrate
on anything at the moment
lost interest in whatever it
was that i was doing earlier
now my mind is wondering
through a foggy minded reality
with only a faint light guiding my
way through the sea of fog
Categories:
zoning,
Form: Lyric
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