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You know what?
I would love to
Hit you
With a frying pan
Approximately 2,387 times
In the head
Around your temple
Until your head
Starts bleeding
But you know
That's illegal
So you're lucky
That I can't!



don't look behind you ! 🫶😋
btw, 2, 8,7,3 are all my lucky/favorite numbers currently
Maria Mar 29
I was searching for love! I was searching for long
In eyes, looking keenly at me,
In hands, touching upon me subtly,
In words, which were a trap foresee.

I was searching for rescue painfully long time
In those others and in yourself at all.
I pinned faith on all blindly and silly
That all of you were meant for me whole.

I was searching for the truth entirely honestly
In them, in you and in myself again.
And while I was searching for, I realized, that
The truth is there, where the calmness reins.

I handed myself at the mercy of the Night.
There's no fear and there's no shame.
I'll finish my useless searches here.
The Night is the calmness! This is proclaimed!
I love the Night. For me it is a time of peace, solitude, grace and silence. It is a time of inspiration and realisation. It is often a time of making important life-changing decisions.
Thank you very much for reading! 💖
MuseumofMax Mar 28
How to gain the confidence to complete a simple task?
a bit of a lighter note than other poems I’ve been posting lately…
neth jones Mar 30
so much squawk and squall    too many people echo the walls
abrasive  and i've no block but to ingest it
wrappered and trapped in this room-without-imagination
this is fusion   a batter of coms and intel i cannot separate and
rooms instrument clamps me   pressioned still          
                         and inflates me like a berry
my vision is expelled                      
my teeth pop out    my ears whine and whistle
my pores fire out tiny dirt pellets                    
                    and my friends duck for cover

all the bombast and sonic din that entered
and all the gases combust from within                          
         I go from ‘surprising’ and ‘absurd’
                                to full on percussion and detonation

what did they do   to deserve a friend like me ?
it’ll be some time    before they enjoy a good meal in company
one without p.t.s.d.   revulsion
and  (without a choice)  in memory of me
Meliah Mar 25
Dad:
Knock Knock

Me:
Who's there?

Dad:
Hike

Me:
Hike who?

Dad:
Unsuspecting child
Dad waiting with bated breath
Sets the perfect trap

Me:
My dearest father,
Alas, your trap was not sprung
I saw it coming.

Dad:
My sweetest daughter,
I was just  bragging on you,
And you turned on me.

Me:
You made this menace
They say you reap what you sow
-From your pride and joy

Dad:
Alas, you wound me,
I'm but partially at fault,
You are your mom's clone.

Me:
Mom does not haiku
This mischief is all from you
I got lots from you

Dad:
Only half from me,
Haiku from me is recent,
But it made you smile.

Me:
I value both halves
I am proud to be of you
I love you daddy
A playful haiku exchange between my dad and me, inspired by a classic dad joke gone poetic.
inkedsolace Mar 15
j'aimerais manger les étoiles,
qui échappe mes mains,
mais reste en mes yeux,
j'aimerais manger les étoiles,
ces fantômes qui me moquent,
leur distance plus grande que je peux imaginer,
j'aimerais manger les étoiles,
qui danse en soirée,
et parle avec le soleil et la lune,
et je sais que c'est une folie, ce souhait,
mais j'aimerais manger les étoiles.
doing a little poetry unit in french class :)
Le français n'est pas ma langue première (c'est la troisième langue que je parle)... donc s'il y a des erreurs, je suis désolée.

Translation into English:
I would like to eat the stars,
that escape my hands,
but remain in my eyes,
I would like to eat the stars,
these ghosts that mock me,
their distance greater than I can imagine,
I would like to eat the stars,
those which dance in the evening
and speak with the sun and moon,
and I know it’s crazy, this wish,
but I would like to eat the stars.
period period go away
i do not need you
for i am gay

period period back again
why are you here
i am a man

period period my stomach doing twirls
i cant get pregnant
i **** girls.
my period is backkkk
neth jones Mar 12
crazy foreign fare maybe you curdle defeat in the streets baring solar assault (you've fried your unit) harpy malicious harpies as bullhorns fact-fire biting into delirious fright-blight of abrasion upon your eardrums abstain (it's all an abusical !) refuse this parody the good night woe stains on your sleeves i belly believe you'll capture your death way out here at the merry least you'll pass a deathly coffin sneeze silly-silly breath breathe
the song This Town Ain't Big Enough for Both of Us by Sparks was thoroughly stuck in my head at the time of the writing of this and a few other poems.

original version from feb 2024 :system crash mashed potato monster mash mobster lobster

crazy, foreign fare maybe / you curdle defeat - in the streets - baring solar assault - (you've fried your meat) /harpy, malicious harpies / as bullhorns fact-fire, biting into delirious fright / blight of abrasion upon your eardrums / abstain ; it's all a fusicial ! refuse this parody / the good night   woe stains on your sleeves / i belly believe you'll capture your death way out here / at the merry least you'll pass a deathly coffin sneeze .... silly-silly
neth jones Mar 13
no noggin knocking     no cranium colliding
no brain bashing  head hammering  skull scraping
                      scalp scoring  or crown clonkelling

no melon mashing   nor loaf lamping
protect that thinker   for imaginative and feeding dreams
                  so.. to bed with ya

no cot rot or bed sores
no blocked noses and dino-snores
just sweet-sweet dreams
written for my 5 1/2 yr old
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