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Lyn Senz 2 Jul 2017
Wherever you go
whatever you do
you'll never escape
some octogenarian fool
they're smirking
they're lurking
in the shallow end pool
no you'll never escape
some octogenarian fool
they're gummy
** hummy
taking naps around two
no you'll never escape
some octogenarian fool
they're gabby
they're crabby
they're calling **** stool
no you'll never escape
some octogenarian fool!


©2012 Lyn
Hi. This one started out as a serious write with some 'old' fool as my inspiration, brought on by some old fool I have no memory of now. Worth keeping I thought.
Lyn Senz 2 Jan 2017
I host my ghost
inside this life
all thought is fraught
with endless strife
my fate withstands
all tempted ways
all reasoned plans
all judgment days
there's nothing left
but shame and fear
to blame the ghost
I host in here


©2016 Lyn
Lyn Senz 2 Jul 2016
She looks away
once a well
now a shell
a can, a hand
unopened

and the lawyer tells her
she's okay
but she barely hears him
anyway
there's nothing left
to say

her bluster
where did it go?
and leave her there
so all alone
letting them crush her

'we knowed some thugs
they sold some drugs'

now she's never going home


©2011 Lyn
Lyn Senz 2 May 2016
amour
so long
it's all I
know
her life's
my song
and I so
adore
and I'll go
content
to my grave
just as long
as I know


©2012 Lyn
Hi. grave didn't want to
rhyme with safe. :-( Also
content is not a good word
to use because I'm not.
I remember this was a
much longer poem in the
first couple drafts but I
decided to just cut it down
to almost nothing.
also this one adds up
to 30 words 3+0=3 which
my birthday and social
security number also
add up to 30; 3+0=3.
Lyn Senz 2 Jan 2014
Silence is almost a name
quiet is a game
I'm tame
still the same
but no shame
it's just me
the same
agony

I long to be
someone free
ones like I see
like them like me

and inspiration
or so we say
but she won't come
see me today
and if she did
she wouldn't stay
she never does

so silence is almost a name
and quiet's my game
and it's still the same




©2001 Lyn
Lyn Senz 2 Nov 2013
I'm under the weather
and over the hill
my skin feels like leather
did I take my pill?

and I always say better
when they ask how I feel
but I know it's forget her
cause they're not in the will

and my bones make more noises
than the creaks in this chair
and I kind of hear voices
when there's nobody there

and I know the day's nearing
when I won't be around
and I'm tired of fearing
being stuck in the ground

there's a picture of family
there still up on the wall
I'll be joining them finally
guess I won after all


©2013 Lyn
Hi. This one came about on
a dare from someone on a
social site called sodahead
to write a poem off the top
of your head. I think it was
done in about 20 minutes or
so. not very good I guess but
worth keeping I thought
Lyn Senz 2 Nov 2013
When I feel up
you tear me down
when I need love
I get a frown
when I need words
there's not a sound
when I need you
you're not around

when I need peace
you cause a war
when I am rich
you make me poor
so many things
I need you for
but you only
give me
more
of
your..

hate


©2011 Lyn
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