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The taste of orange Popsicle
Sits sweetly on my tongue
As I ride on my blue bicycle
With summer still young.

The heat is unbearable
Coloring my skin red
But the pool's delightful
I'll swim till' the end!

Fireworks crackle in my ears
I watch them with wide eyes
There's little worry, little fear
Of danger in disguise.
Jaxey Apr 14
You touched me
and I dissolved
into a pool of sugar skies
and maybe its just me
but after that
you seem to have
lost your sweet tooth
help poetry is pouring out like milk
Pool's Prince Charming
by Michael R. Burch

this is my tribute poem, written on the behalf of his fellow pool sharks, for the legendary Saint Louie Louie Roberts

Louie, Louie, Prince of Pool,
making all the ladies drool ...
Take the “nuts”? I'd be a fool!
Louie, Louie, Prince of Pool.

Louie, Louie, pretty as Elvis,
owner of (ahem) a similar pelvis ...
Compared to you, the books will shelve us.
Louie, Louie, pretty as Elvis.

Louie, Louie, fearless gambler,
ladies' man and constant rambler,
but such a sweet, loquacious ambler!
Louie, Louie, fearless gambler.

Louie, Louie, angelic, chthonic,
pool's charming hero, but tragic, Byronic,
winning the Open drinking gin and tonic?
Louie, Louie, angelic, chthonic.

NOTE: If you like my tribute you are welcome to share it, but please credit me as the author, which you can do by copying the title and subheading. I used poetic license about what Louie Roberts was or wasn't drinking at the 1981 U. S. Open Nine-Ball Championship. Was Louie drinking hard liquor as he came charging back through the losers' bracket to win the whole shebang? Or was he just pretending to drink for gamesmanship or some other reason? I honestly don't know. As for the word “chthonic,” it’s pronounced “thonic” and means “subterranean” or “of the underworld.” And the pool world at its worst can be very dark indeed, as Louie’s tragic demise suggests. But everyone who knew Louie seemed to like him, if not love him dearly, and many sharks have spoken of Louie in glowing terms, as a bringer of light to that underworld. Keywords/Tags: pool, shark, billiards, nine ball, Saint Louie Roberts, gambler, hustler
Georgie Mar 10
We lock eyes across the bar
Hit pool ***** with sticks
Clink glasses filled with drinks
And dance badly to songs on the jukebox

We buy shots with our friends
Gossip on the stairs
Hug when the night ends

The student soundtrack to our love story
Went to a writing group, wrote this
Hugo Feb 10
L'eau, c'est un beau milieu ; pas vrai ?
La piscine est un bel endroit pour tenter de faire le vide quand les pensées dans nos têtes nous bousculent.
Lorsque tu y entres, oh tu as quelques doux frissons qui te traversent.
Puis, ton beau corps s'habitue à la fraîche température de l'eau
Tu te mets sur le dos, tu as peur de couler mais tu restes à la surface, tout paraît si calme mais c'est une guerre menée par les forces.
Oh Newton, il essaie de te faire couler dans le fond de cette piscine.
Oh Archimède, il se bat avec Newton en essayant de te faire remonter vers le haut.
Les deux se combattent sans s'arrêter et puis aucun ne gagne, tu flottes.
some sentences in French
Amanda Dec 2019
In morning hours my eyes open
Hurricane starts right away
Cannot stand on unsteady feet
Guess this is the price I pay
Living the past I loved
Abyss of pain
Moments gone
Loneliness the only thing
I truly depend upon
I cannot believe in hollow words
Or your beloved higher power
I can't see it with my two eyes
In my thoughts won't flower
Yet it is hard to wake up by myself
Solitude wears down sanity
Gathers on your possessions
Cursed to repeat this exhausting routine
Hateful emptiness rains onto me
Hate my body
And soul
Not for any person around
For the days taking control
I scream at the world letting me fall
Will for faltering under stress
Did smiling become a daunting task?
Do fatigued muscles need more rest?
I do not choose to be unhappy
With a permanent dusty scowl
I open my mouth to speak
Voice sounds more like a growl
I feel hatred bubbling over
With care try to keep it sealed in
The world is chock-full of reminders
Everything will never be the same again
Flat soda filling my coffee mug
Flat broke wishing my pulse would flatline
Mirror's angle exposing each flaw
Life I'm ready to decline
I am a terrible excuse for a person
In a museum of a house
All the rooms are testaments
To lonely feelings I no longer rouse
Living with bruised ego
And knees
Delayed reflexes
Lay down pride
Funny thing is I'm not a captive
Door is open wide
But I'm a bird
My wings are broken
Irony is that I can't fly
I breathe fresh air on my lonely perch
Love enough to make me cry
Caged in a pool created from tears
Can barely stay afloat
I'm on a flimsy raft
I'm in need of a sturdier boat
Every overwhelming day I face is terrible
People watching how I react
Stuck inside a glass cage
My prison is under attack
I did not end it very well I will admit haha
Evelyn Genao Nov 2019
she floats in a pool of stars
letting the luminous spheres brush against her skin
as planets and galaxies pass her
men in white suits look to her in wonder
as they place flags in the ground
defiling a beautiful surface with their cheap decorations
wretched thoughts wash away into the heavenly body that holds her
a content glow shines within her smile as she carries on
through a sea of wonder and catastrophes
i hope you enjoyed this and if you did be sure to check out my other works
Michael H Aug 2019
Some people do yoga,
Some of them pray.
Some people talk
and some hide it away.

Whatever the problems,
There's always a way,
To meditate on them,
Me... I just play.
Nigdaw Aug 2019
We dip our toe into life's pool
and watch the ripples
affect the lives of those around us
hoping not to offend
but fit in, without too much disturbance

we may even walk a little way off shore
considering ourselves brave
to have come this far

but there are those who
regardless of how cold the water may be
will plunge head first, screaming
into the blue

I watch them, jealously
hesitating in the shallows.
Did you ever jump into a very deep lake or pool, you swim up, and you didn't have any air left a few inches below the surface? That's what depression feels like. Every day, with everything you do. You are so far down in the water that getting up for air is not an option anymore. It's easier to just swim down. Forever.
A "poem" every day.

I'm not saying that this is all depression is. It's so much more, so much more complex than this. It's so different for everyone you can't explain even if you have a million words. This is what depression feels like for me. I'm alive and here, and so incredibly grateful for everyone around me. (and the people on HelloPoetry to) Whatever you feel is okay and valid. If you want to talk, feel free to message me if you want. Remember that y'all are amazing and that I love you so much.
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