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Brent Sep 2018
One night
Two eyes with
Trickling tears
For countless regrets

Five fingers of a hand that
Seeks the proper words to write
Seven nights of trying but just
Ate those words back
I don't know what I'm doing
Shofi Ahmed Nov 2017
Don't get lost in the starry sky
alight at the Moon for countless stars!
Jack L Martin Sep 2018
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do
not
want
those
things
because
secretly
justified
persuasion
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gradients
nothing
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Lydia Aug 2018
hold my breath and count to five
I do this multiple times a day to keep myself from losing it
MicMag Jul 2018
One?
Done
Fun?
None

One


If two?
Pass through
Will do
And you?

That's two


How bout three?
Shall we see?
Bit more free
Works for me

So says three


Can we try four?
It gives us more
Not such a bore
Crack wide that door

Lead us on, four


Would we dare do five?
Tis too high to strive?
I do love this jive
Let's stop while still live

Safe with lines of five


But hear the cry of six
It tempts as time still ticks
It's not just a quick fix
But adds to this great mix

Yes, hear that call of six


Rules change as we reach seven
Words lengthen, stretch to heaven
Lines rise like bread so leavened

The changes wrought by seven


Hard as the end draws near with eight
Liked this before, now's not so great
Long lines I don't appreciate

Thanks for nothing, unruly eight


Entering the danger zone with nine
Meaning gets lost by end of the line
Despite the trouble, guess we'll be fine

Phew, we just made it through there with nine


And finally we arrive here to ten
What an intriguing journey this has been
I'm so relieved now to be at the end

So long, good night, let's sign off now with ten
But who's counting? :)

Some people love playing with words. Others like to play with numbers.
Why not both?!

This was a bit of a whimsical experiment in letting the numbers dictate the form.

The number of syllables per line corresponds to the number in the stanza's first line.
I went with one syllable words until seven forced one style change with its two syllables and another change with its lack of good rhymes.
Numbers are beautiful, aren't they?

I was tempted to continue beyond ten, but... Can I count on you to keep it going?! ;)
Twalib Mushi Jul 2018
We believe in love
At first sight
We settled and fell into a groove
Astonished with this lust
This feeling is impeccably groovy.

As I count on you
You couldn't desert
Obsessed and needing you
I remained stupidly inarticulate.

Out of words and only you
You, you're my antidote
Of this lovely poison I swallowed
I know it won't **** me.
ClawedBeauty101 Jun 2018
So turn around and do not peek

I'll flee and I'll go and hide some place cold, dark, and alone,

When the count down ends, it is your choice, but choose quickly before my patience turns to stone

Will you look and search no matter how long it takes to set my hiding  place free?

Indeed I Will Hide...But Who Will Go And Seek For Me?
Just a poem I thought about thanks for a few of my friends
jcl Apr 2018
Thoughts— my head as their axis
I lie on bed sleepless and stiff
My mom always says
"Count down to lull yourself"

One hundred
I remember holding you
And how our skin drifted
As what I feared but never anticipated

Ninety-nine
With you, every stars align
Our hands gracefully entwined
But how could they keep me confined?

Ninety-eight
Puzzled minds collate
The same minds that rotate
Turning around, finding their fate

Ninety-seven
This is how you bet and always win
How you bet and leave me thinkin'
How do I win to make us even?

Ninety-six
I find myself falling into your tricks
The sweetest ones but never the realest
They made me sane then made me sick

Ninety-five
I'm the bee protecting my hive
From you, the bear,
trying to steal what keeps me alive

Ninety-four
I've got a lot to explore
More on your unspoken gestures
You shut your eyes, when you mean the door

Ninety-three
I dive into you when you're a vast sea
While your tide is tossing me
Slowly setting me free

Ninety-two
If you are one shade of hue
You are neither red nor blue
Your are the color that symbolizes adieu

Ninety-one
With my flowing shirt and messy hair bun
You utter words that left me stunned
You end it all when it's undone

Ninety
Mom, this is not letting me sleep but is killing me
If I reach one, I'd greet the sun dreadfully
Is counting down to sleep really an agony?
Jessie Schwartz Feb 2018
The Count…by Jessie 1/06

Count the ones that said they cared
Count the times they lied
Count upon, you can not count
This truth you cannot hide
Count how many times they left
Divide it by returns
Ad it to the times it took, just for you to learn
Count up all the good days,
You had within the year
Subtract it from the bad days
A negative appears
Count up all the sorrys,
Each one has had to say
The meaningful a fraction;
Little price to pay
Count the quantum leaps you took,
With your heart in hand
Count the times right after,
Empty where you stand
Count the times you lay your head,
On the pillow just to dream
Count the times you’ve woken up,
Hearing yourself scream
Now stop and sharpen up the lead
One more problem to be solved
At what point do you stop the count
And let yourself resolve?
rmh Jan 2018
your change of heart came
to me in pennies and nickels
and i guess i never really
had the time to count it out
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