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Light Jan 2020
He
lives in
my deepest
desires and
eats away at the
part of my brain that keeps
my heart safe from boys like him.
He's established permanence where
he's unwanted, but I let him in.
Nonet (inverted)
Mark Toney Dec 2019
Sun scorching, sweltering, sizzling beach

My hardened soles resist the heat

Sunglasses shielding my eyes

White cotton ball clouds glide

Along deep blue skies

But I’m blue too

Intensely

Missing

You
12/12/2019 - Poetry form: Nonet - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2019
Riz Mack Mar 2019
Gone
Away
You are lost
It's my own fault
The sleight of my hand
Tipped you over the edge
Your destiny unfulfilled
Oblivion calling to you
Surely this way you will never burn
Riz Mack Mar 2019
You asked me why I must speak in tongues
I answered only with a smile
Devils know no other way

Malcontent that you are
you asked me again
so I replied

"The devil
only
knows"
Is a nonet a real thing?
I guess it's kind of like a haiku
I enjoyed it anyway
The light from my cell phone shines brightly
in my bedroom at night. My eyes
thank the content creators
who format their memes on
Reddit with dark shades
so depression
won't hurt me
outside
too.
This is dedicated to my favorite relatable meme subreddit.
"Get a good night of sleep," they say as
if it's just that easy. It's like
telling someone depressed they
should just "think happy thoughts."
Ah, yes. Why didn't
I think of that?
Thank you so
very
much.
Falling asleep has always been hard.
Melatonin wears off before
it can even start working.
Weighted blankets are great,
but twenty extra
pounds on me is
not the cure-
all I
need.
This is the first part of a series of nonets I'm writing about insomnia.
Logan Robertson Jul 2018
Weary Window of Opportunity


why
would we
waste what's wise
when wisdom waned
wraps waxed wicks withdrawn
where wildfires within white
wash wanton wavering welled
wits with wonderment's wheel wearing
worth warrants weaving wholeheartedly

Logan Robertson

7/31/2018
Logan Robertson May 2018
jack's
eyes threw
darts at his
he couldn't stand
his target of life
growing smaller by day
the eye of the bull sees red
when wife left she became a blur
the mat at her door denied killed him

Logan Robertson

5/30/2018
I just love this poem. However, I'm afraid readers have a hard time understanding the poem judging by the few views (a 100 or so in 9 months). Who is Jack? Jack is the personification of a bull and former husband. He *sees*
red, a blur. His target (life) is getting smaller (because his wife left him).
Hence the mat at the door (Matador) denied killing him.
ms reluctance Apr 2018
In life, I have come across people
who always felt like home to me.
It’s a wonderful feeling –
to have someone like that.
That is why it aches
to think of homes
I renounced
when I
left.
NaPoWriMo Day 17
Poetry form: Nonet
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