#counting poems on Hello Poetry

Xander Oct 2017

[1] Set of earbuds. Black. Scratched and left to wither away.

[2] Dead pumpkins. Probable COD: baseball bat.

[7] Broken beer bottles. Some white, some amber, some still containing beer that has leeched into the cracks on the concrete.

[26] Acorns. I collected some for Mabon and Samhain. Some were close to shattering but aren't we all?

[85] Honey suckles that looked almost lavender. But they weren't.

[Too many] Different paths to go down.

#nature #outside #walking #adventure #wander #lost #alright #counting

Logan Robertson Sep 2017

Restless Encounter

Restless Encounter

Returned from the graveyard shift
I needed a lift
Puppy eyes shut
Barks abut

I couldn't sleep
So I counted sheep
One, two, three, four
There's a knock at the door

It's an old cougar
That wants to borrow sugar
Coast was clear
I had no fear

Two hours later
The gator was catered
It's back to sleep
Counting sheep

Halfway to fourty
Lawn mower sounds, oh lordly
Two hours later
The gator's a hater

It's back to sleep
Counting sheep
Twist and turned twenty five
And more unneeded jive

Alarm clock set for wrong time
Chime, chime, chime
Can you believe that
The gator spat

It's back to sleep
Counting sheep
I see her in the lea
Playing with me

Her wool a nice set
As my gator's lip wet
And this time the wifely returns
My insides want to burn, burn, burn

My gator sighs
As she says hi
Hi I weep, weep, weep
Please I need some sleep

She looks (esoteric) at me
With that look of plea, plea, plea
She wants her sugar fix, too
My gator singing it's blue

My eyes want to close
But there she blows
Chime, chime, chime
Wifely having a good time

On top of the train track
Gators attacked
His sheep counting on him
To stop the bedlam

Logan Robertson

9/6/17

#rhyme #counting #sheep

L Aug 2017

300

Something happened. I didnt know how to feel. A walk seemed like a good thing to do. I followed the trail. I got angry. Why? It doesnt make sense. But it does make sense. Why? So angry. Clenched fist and uneven breathing. I cant do this. Stop. Breathe. Stop. Sit. Count cars. 25 cars speeding down the freeway. I see them. Do they see me? 50. Calming. Counting. Losing track. 100. They keep coming. Sometimes many all at once. 200. Sometimes sparce and few. 225. All these cars. All these people. So many lives. So many in different situations. So much i dont know. 300. 300 people have just passed me. Its been no longer than 10 minutes and so much experience has just driven by. I may never know their stories. Never to be seen again. Fleeting. Gone. 300 people who dont know me. Dont know my story. 300 people. Some would care. Some are too busy. Sure, some empathetic. Some feeling pity. Walking. Thinking. Numb. Smile at the nice people passing by. People pass and yet the road seems deserted at times. Walking.

There is an end. Though it maybe not quite an end. Things are not the same but thats where you end up.

I turn around and walk back.

Coming to terms.

#walking #trail #cars #counting #people #byl

r m Jul 2017

spellbound

one,
two,
three...
...you're under my spell
counting seconds from now to infinity,
you're bound to me.

invisible chains, no, i'm no witch
just a charmer, more than a pretty face,
and less of a golden-hearted character from your favorite bedtime story.

three,
two,
one...
... i'm falling out
wear that choker and chase me
to the depths of the earth.

counting seconds from infinity to now,
you're bound to me; just another cursed heart.

this is the spell where you're a willing victim and i'm your favorite torture. chase me, chase me, little cursed heart.

#curse #dpell #spellbound #victim #magic #chase #onesided #trick #hushnowdarling #counting

Paul Jones Jun 2017

Dyad - 56 -

The eyes of the world have looked upon you.
So sad they only saw your pouting lips.

15:00 - 15/06/17
State of mind: concentration; focused; thoughtful.

Thoughts: from thinking - about an illustration I saw from art & philosophy's Facebook page. It was a criticism of the modern, narcissistic, selfie-taking culture.

Questions: How can we design working environments that makes laziness difficult and productivity easy and enjoyable?

#dyad #good #luck #were #all #counting #on #you

Sydney Bittner Jan 2017

Numbers

With tightened lips moving at the pace of heartbreak
I can still recall your landline phone number
And how the numbers looked, scrawled
Across the bottom of my notebook.
Like someone had put them there with different intentions
Like they'd wondered there on their own.

I have memorized how many times
10: I dialed those familiar digits
9: I hung up
8: I asked you if you liked to dance, all in a row
You said you didn't. You said flashing lights made you sick
I offered to twirl you in the dark. Even though I'd been afraid of it since I was
7: I said "I love you
6: you said it back. The last time, you looked out my bedroom window and bit your lip.
5: I made you breakfast. Bacon on French toast, sprinkled with icing sugar. You smiled so big I felt my heart expand and I did it again
4 times in the span of 3 months.
3 months. We spent them inside our version of a love song. The melody an aching one. The lyrics soft like the palms of your hands..
2: I told you I was in love with you. I offered up my life. I shared everything that belonged to me so that I could belong to you.
1: you said "I can't do this"
1: you said "I don't feel it"
1: you said "no"

Final goodbyes are said only once, I wish it was less

#love #breakup #unrequited #numbers #counting

Kit John Parish Dec 2016

Brain dead

I'm sick of being sick of everything

deep red, it burns a hole into my skull

original right? four in the morning, I bet you're crying now
you alienate your friends and revere drug abuse
how ******* original

39, 40, 41, only son, nothing done, faulty one
63, 64, 65, tricky lives, slicker knives, I'm sick, I lie
98, 99, 100, and I dread, and how red, I'm brain dead

#cutting #depression #depressed #anxiety #brain #numbers #counting #cynicism #4am #cynic

Àŧùl Dec 2016

Counting

We count cells by manual methods,
Using the counting chamber,
Plating & colony forming unit count.

We let them be counted automatedly,
Using electrical resistance,
Flow cytometry & image analysis.

Then there is this indirect method too,
Using spectrophotometry we count,
Or even by the impedance microbiology.

Cell counting methods used in Animal Cell Culture include the above three main categories and then seven sub-categories are divided among the three chief categories.

There are two manual counting methods:
a. using the counting chamber for counting each one individually, and
b. plating and CFU (Colony Forming Unit) count.

Three automated counting methods are there:
a. using electrical resistance,
b. flow cytometry, and c. image analysis.

Two indirect counting methods are there too:
a. using a spectrophotometer, or
b. count by impedance microbiology

HP Poem #1334
©Atul Kaushal

#animal #counting #indirect #cell #manual #automated #methods

Jellyfish Oct 2016

18

I wish that we could talk longer,
but I know you need your sleep.
I know you think you're boring
but I think your words are deep.

I love reading your stories
and often anticipate the next,
I fear mine aren't as entertaining
but you listen, nevertheless.

I think of you a lot
especially after our good nights,
My devilishly handsome husband,
you're the best part of my life.

I love being your wife.

#love #best #rhymes #counting #husband

Ravanna Dee Sep 2016

Counting...

I count the blinks I take.
The nights I sleep.
The smiles I make.
The words I speak.
I count every single thing,
That you happen to be missing.
As a reminder to never take for granted,
All this precious time I've been handed.
This life I've been creating?
It started when I stopped waiting.
For you.
To choose me.
In other words,
I count to remind myself I'm free.

#life #sleep #free #missing #counting #blink