If I write for myself,
rather than for others,
would it be less poetic of me
to say that I have words that,
in a matter of speaking,
are just incomprehensible when put together.
I do no mind,
I do not.
Simply because I am simple,
my poetry is simple too.
I will leave that for interpretation -
if it is not simple enough of course.
© Shane Leigh
Words won't write themselves
Pen to paper--get started
No more excuses
Looking for a little inspiration and a life raft out of today's boredom and writer's block. After reading my haiku, how about responding with your own?
Oh my petite,
You're a five-course dinner with the works
and a lovesick tantrum.
like a hummingbird,
with how it pecks and pecks and
Lips faster than one-sixtieth of a second
when you say
You don't love me anymore
But darling, I've got a
Iron locks and
Filled with postcards
to no address.
Open me up and find
your name scrawled inside
(Oh Love, I still do.)
Book Review Poetry - The Lady's Guide to Celestial Mechanics by Olivia Waite
Feminist queer historical romance
How could I not give it a chance
Science and art plus love as needed
This daring book sweetly succeeded
This ebook just became available at the library. Refreshing, fun read.
Anyone else have a #RhymingReview?
I bought a colouring book!
and all the lines are already in!
I'll just colour
here and there and here and here and there and
he re and there and here a nd there
here and here and t here and her e an d there and
he re and there and h ere and there a nd he
re an d there a nd here and th ere and h ere and there.
I wish she was here to colour with me.
No matter how dark of a light you see yourself in,
Just know that I can never see you that way.
Let them know how you see their smile.
I'm not a poet, never claimed to be. I hold my feelings in, but that's a dangerous thing. Expressing myself through words is a healing step. Expressing myself to you is a baby step. Short and a sweet, that's how its always been.
Broken piece pierce the atmosphere.
Rocket ships to the floor beneath.
Shards of shimmering fragments form
Sharp edges rocking
Swaying to the music of momentum.
Just enough so one might see,
That beautiful whole that once was me.
I have taken
her shimmering body
and have made her
believe it's dull