I walk up to the counter ready to place an order to go.
With coffee and cookie in tow,
i head to my favorite spot and get ready for the show.
3..2..1 let's go!
What's the show you ask?
I don't know! It's different every day
and plays whether the sky is blue or gray.
It could be a traffic jam,
a man trying to wash people's cars,
someone getting arrested,
or even a guy in a costume saying he's an alien from mars. Whatever plays that day, it never gets old.
I get to learn about the people of my city
while staying out of the cold
My 50th poem! This poem was inspired by someone suggesting writing a poem about something you would see in a coffee shop.
It's been 6969 days since 2000 ended and I thought I'd just share that fact with y'all
A poem every day
Mom's joy, Dad’s
then God's Will
do the most
love my wife,
with two sons
good friends’ lives
as dear ones’
when Lord calls,
© 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
01/03/2020 - Poetry form: Narrative Vignette - 3-2-1 perfect six sequence is a sequenced three line (three. two, one syllable) narrative vignette form. - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2020
On behalf of all,
A common denominator
Diary of all Humans
What I did,
What I am doing
What I will do
You too, following
The Heart stops running.
Theme: Human Race
We walk side by side, wandering around restlessly.
Anxiety and Fear creeps between us.
"Trust? What is trust?"
What is Truth.? Which is a LIE?
I could see your deathly psychopathic gaze, staring me sharply.
The dark comes, the cold breeze fills in our gap, mysteriously.
You keep flinching and fidgeting your pale blue fingers.
"We can no longer be together"
The End of OUR Lives
Another dark and explicit poem :)
I just keep getting black inspiration for my poems, I guess it's all because of my fear, hatred, and egoist inside me...
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