Žareča vroča gmota se prelevi v težek sivi kamen.
Me jezi, me moti, obstanem.
Nocoj se mi ne spi.
Misli lebdijo,
pred mano si ti.
Si bil.
Me zebe, toplota je odšla.
Spet. Sama. doma.
Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 4:30 AM UTC
Let's run to catch the sunrise
before he catches us
And when the sunray finds your lips
let's run away, stay in the shade,
cause those lips are mine, not his
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 4:46 AM UTC
Let's mark this day on the calendar!
The rhymes and I split up.
The breakup was not easy,
the rhymes were taken quite off guard.
I was the one who ended it,
I think I was quite brave.
I finally can write them down
two non-rhyming words in the same phrase.
I finally feel free,
single and still attractive.
I should go out tonight!
Get some well-deserved action.
Well, well, well… look at that:
I spot Miss Alliteration,
She surely seems a catch,
might take her into consideration!
And just like that,
the poor poet fell again.
The rhymes came back,
their breakup was over in a minute,
maybe ten.
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 2:53 PM UTC
I am the red poppy on the train tracks,
Watching lovers travel by,
Watching children waving bye-bye.
Watching strangers sharing a goodbye.
I am the red poppy reminding you to jump on that ******* train,
If you ever wish to hold her tight again!
Oct 25, 2025
Oct 25, 2025 at 9:53 AM UTC
Surrounded by pastries and mugs.
A counter dividing us.
"What would you like" you ask
A table for two,
A bottle of wine,
To dine
with you
"A coffee" I reply with fuss
So I look bothered
Anything to cover,
to mask
The dream of making you mine.
Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 5:55 AM UTC
It's messy.
Oh, darling, but it's not.
You've been liked,
You've been talked about a lot.
Your name echoes around the house.
Your name is known to my girlfriends' mouths.
Man up and grab me quick!
We're young, should be fearless,
before I get the ick!
Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 3:28 AM UTC
Foolish people finding freedom fancy.
Freedom’s not free.
I’m free as a goldfish in a fish tank.
Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 8:54 AM UTC
Poetry
The word itself sounds poetic
My bad, I meant to say pathetic.
Poetry. Poet-try.
I do try
In pain, in vain.
Again, and again.
I am a poetrier.
Oct 3, 2024
Oct 3, 2024 at 5:48 PM UTC