I like to write little poems
By mikeeegeee 4 Comments
I know these aren't anything special, but maybe share your own. I'd tend to write them about experiences and things as a sort of journaling, I guess. I hadn't read them in a while, and I enjoy reading other people's stuff, too. So post!
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Staring at two oreos, red frosting
I stand before you a man betrayed
tempted twice by sister sweets
my gaze entranced by saccharine treats.
A red dawn trapped betwixt darkest moons
140 calories of devil's food.
A seductive sight, a cookie glazed,
juxtaposed harsh by how bad you taste.
Your looks divine, but your taste not close,
You see, I believe that Oreos are gross.
-------------------------------------- suburban deer
frozen by flashbulb
dignified as stone
robbed of the thought that
you're all alone
steadfast in deep snow
statue rigid frame
embodiment of fear
you quickly became
halogen headlamps
shine light where there's dark
highlight the deer who
prance through my park
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Bananas bruise
and fingers prune
as days go by
the jesters croon the same old tune
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shadows dance across my eyelids
though the same dusty room awaits
silent and still
the solid sun, golden snow
aged armchair,
musty maps, a library pass
silent and still
haunted and alone,
wondering if my guest
now feels at home.
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Just keeping up appearances
this infinite stint is
guided by what print says.
Toe the line
and cage your mind,
the world forgets its patience
for the unrefined.
Never truthful on the top
always burried down beneath:
eating imposter lobster
and proposing with a cz ring.
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Hawaii, with help from Rebecca
We'll live our lives worry free:
hop scotch day to day and
limbo lean our fears
against banana trees.
nobody will tell us what to do
or who to be. A hammock never knew
a stressful breeze.
plan our days by tide,
form a family band,
and kiss pretty asian girls in the sand.
---------------------------------------------------------- what a beautiful day
to waste away,
stagnant and frail,
indoors and pale.
while golden sunrays
bring life en masse
to blossoming buds
and greening grass,
I'm crossing T's
and dotting I's
hoping no one sees through
this teacher disguise.
I check your paper,
write "you could've done more."
when in truth I'd like to write
"get out and explore."