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Darryl M May 8
You’re like the clouds on a hot night.
Beautiful even in the mist of my misery.
Everly grabbing my attention away from the stars.

Like a cat, you’re feisty.
But that’s what you don’t reveal.
You have hidden claws,
You can be wild.
But cute, pretty and obviously stunning
Is what you hold with the covers.
Not as a pretence,
Just an inbuilt perfection.

Usually they say; I’ve got it bad.
But is it bad when I feel good with you?
Is it bad, when I feel good about you?
Don’t answer with words,
Let our Hearts Justify.
Having you is better than thinking about it.

Would you please stop jogging in my mind?
You’re confusing my thoughts.
It’s like watching a Movie Marathon.
I’m binging on you.
It’s like singing a Love song.
I’m always in-tune when it comes to you.
cliché
Never I was asked,
"What do you see on closed eyes?"

On closed eyes
I see you
Everywhere
As the wave of hope
Stirring the soul
One of a kind
That I know
Constant

I would have said
Genre: Observational
Theme: The Reflections
UA Jan 12
I've sung with a siren,
And I learned that day,
The sea is as heavy,
and cold as the bay,
With wonders come many,
Those lost out at sea,
They don't know the troubles,
They think that they're free,
Till trouble comes singing,
They cheer and they shout,
"We've become great men with true freedom, no doubt",
From cheering to crying, now tranced and at ease,
They come in lured by the song, covered in peace,
They fall into waters, their ship is destroyed,
Restrained to no freedom, the sea will devoid,
Make feasts before sirens, assuming their might,
If only they were humble, they'd be alright,
Now left with the cold blue sea, gone by the night,
The more you control,
Then the weaker your sight.
UA Jan 12
My scales hold my Journey,
My glory and pain,
My love's an eternity,
All men, it tames,
Of all of the poetry,
These words are true,
Sung hypnotically to fully trance you,
As hungry as humans,
A thirst like Lampreys,
I'll gobble you whole,
Mist the path, come my way,
A siren has wishes,
That always come true,
A sea full of missions,
Some vast and as blue.
Abby M Dec 2018
His heart beat in two
And mine was in three
Our cadence was always just off
But I switched to a two
One bright afternoon
When I missed a beat trying to cough
nish Aug 2018

             you see they sang two different tunes
             but together, the masterpiece formed
            her                                                        his
            treble                                                  bass
            rang                                                     low
           out                                               ­         soft
           into                                    ­                    and
           the                                               ­           full
           night                                            ­         with
           joins                                     ­                  love
          his in                                                   for her
    harmony                                               soothing
perfectly in                                          perfectly in
sync.                                                     sync.
The first two lines are an introduction and then there are individual poems down each note, together they form one bigger picture. I know the notes are wonky but I think it gives the poem an unconfined feeling, flowing like music.
Hope you enjoyed :)
Much easier than the other shape poetry I’ve posted before and a lot less stressful.
Once again feel free to comment or dm me links to shape poetry that you’ve tried out.
Hope you enjoyed :)
Mystic Ink Plus Apr 2018
I remember,
A precious hours, minutes and seconds
I remember,
A tender talk

Since the day
I first saw you
I feel reflection of my mom
Silent, kind and sensible

The same day,
I wished for togetherness.
Genre: Love
Theme: Truth never dies.
Mary-Eliz Apr 2018
does my bipolarity
strange-sounding word

does it affect my poetry?

sometimes my poems
are
a bit absurd

one up and cheery
next solemn and dreary
one bouncy and bubbly
another quite ****

That's just who I am
I'm up, then I'm down
can't help what I'm feeling
can't help a melt down

but I get back on track
a new day
a smile and sunshine
can bring me back

though on meds
to keep me in tow
I still have highs
I still have lows

we all do, I think
sometimes we're not the best "us"

sometimes we're just out of sync
...or maybe the other way round
the world's out of sync
with us
less than twenty four hours after dashing off a poem
   explaining why i wanted to die
found me experiencing physical duress vis a vis,
   a bowel movement wherein waste unable to expel

   from the **** of this guy
which bout with ****** obstruction
   found me doubled over
   with lower abdominal distress

   whereby comfort found me unable to lie
down nor sit upright (with back padded with pillows
   against the cellar brick wall),
   thus severe bloating a bonus well nigh

and managed to muster the means to bare
   frigid arctic vortex aire to purchase
   the Acme brand Metamucil,
   which akin to drano doth ply
thru the excretory tract
   supposedly loosening the stools,

   which optimism (product
   didst earn claim to fame) generated a sigh
if that expressed intent
   to cease livingsocial would try

humph enjoining
   this lvii year old married male
   to cede victory
   to the grim reaper, who would vie

as winner de jure
   to this common fellow invoking libretto
   ohm resistant understudy waste not want not
allowing, enabling and providing relief,
   without successful defecation

   despite the oppressive urge to bolster this uriah
heap of balled up and tuckered i.e. pooped out
   five foot and ten inches of lovely bones
   thence mouthing retraction
   of former thought to cease existing,

though a non-bull lever
   in any power broker qua mankind
   relief at long last
   provided posterior answered prayer
   yet, this scrivener scrutinizes
   his recurring pain in the *** jagged torture
   and asks
   a rhetorical one word question "WHY"?
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