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Anais Vionet Nov 2022
Hey someone, in charge, I’m talking to you
across a vast ocean of errors numbered 502.

Please, put a quarter in the little slot that dispenses the feed,
so, the little gray squirrel gets what he needs,
to spin the little aluminum wheel that generates
the Susie-Bake oven light which facilitates
the solar cells powering the 1984 Tandy desktop,
that’s the Hello Poetry server - it’s ground to a stop.

We love that squirrel, and if we sound cloying,
it’s because we find the constant 502 errors annoying.
BLT Marriam Webster word of the day challenge: Cloying: excessively sweet or sentimental
Alexander Oct 2021
I’ll start a sentence with “but”
never leave a “.”
I’ve always started,
What I could never finish
peachguts Jan 2021
at the age of twenty-two i fell in love with the guy who can't pronounce my name, who only says i love you when he bites my lip (there are times that he forcibly opened my mouth and search for the dead poetries i buried 2 years ago).

at the age of twenty-four he asked me to undress myself while his eyes are stabbing my chest (i did and he stabbed me so deep that until now i can't get the blade off). he smashed my small body on the bed and abandoned after he found another poetry hiding in between my legs (i picked myself up after he left).

at the age of twenty-five he asked me to give every poetry blooming inside of me (but what can i offer if i'm alone with typos and errors?)

at the age of thirty i'm nothing but a cover page (no, i'm not a poetry book after the reader ripped off my pages).
Satvik gupta Dec 2020
Yeah

Back then ,

we were lost in love .

And now,

The love lost us .
Sad music enters
I called captain Ahab
He told us to forget the whale
We told him to understand
If he was to drop the sails
Or we might as well belong in jail

The years turned to centuries
The jails were dead
As the Gods looked everywhere
They found me hidden under a chair
I said I was praying for death instead

Captain Ahab sat in the courthouse
The judge asked me why he didn't listen
I let out a laugh and said he does
They said you can't speak
You have to listen first

The streets were open
Captain Ahab sat next to me
The glass was filled too soon
The bartender said the car was here for free
He told me finish your drink, first then flee

The captain asked what was in it
It was empty
Isn't everyone full of themselves
He told me that everybody is empty
I told him because everyone acts the same, probably

I left breezin'
This one is enjoyable, indeed.
Mark Toney Jan 2020
Foolish speed bumps in my life
Do you have foibles?
Human quirks?


© 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
1/6/2020 - Poetry form: Quinzaine - "The English word quinzaine come from the French word qunize, meaning fifteen. A quinzaine is an unrhymed verse of fifteen syllables. These syllables are distributed among three lines so that there are seven syllables in the first line, five in the second line and three in the third line (7/5/3). The first line makes a statement. The next two lines ask a question relating to that statement." -shadowpoetry.com - © 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Poetic T Dec 2019
We are only as
                  wise as our

last mistake.
  
            For without hiccups,
                 we never realise
that we can also be wrong.

   "Yes you may be hungry,
                      but eating to fast

                 has its consequences..

Learn well, chew well
              and remember that
             with every error...
                          we can climb


one more step.

And realise that,
           we may trip over our ego
and tumble,
              but once we learnt from it.


We know to take our time.
Poetic T Jul 2019
Yesterday is either a
                          regret.

Or a moment that
                      fills us with

contemplation that we

                 did something right.

But if a regret,
         we look into the
                  past.

So not to repeat the errors
that befell us,
       and brought us to the cliff

of which we jumped from.

Landing anew to the realisation,
   that we may jump.

But we will
          always land at a new point
                        of learning.
nightdew Feb 2019
there's nothing left of us,
besides vacant memories of what-if's,
and thousands of errors we've failed to fix.

when i stare into those eyes of yours,
ones that i once loved more than anything,
they no longer strike a meaning strong enough,
for me to continue holding on.

so i let go,
and even though i shouldn't have,
i need to because slowly,
i'm losing myself trying to fix us,
something that never ceased to exist.

even if the fresh intake of newly found air,
burns my nostrils,
harms my lungs,
i welcome it with open arms.

because you no longer strike a meaning worthy for me to hold on.
or maybe you were just a monster
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