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I put a banana in my coat pocket This morn, in haste, while jobing. Forgot, did I, until this arvo, The smell o’er ripe left me throbbing.
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Feb 11, 2025
Feb 11, 2025 at 9:27 PM UTC
A perfume named banana
Today's words are totally mindless but not factless. Yes indeed... indications are that the bananas are gone the rowdy humanoids were responsible where did the herd come from is immunity now futile...? yes, we have no bananas, we have no bananas today Brian Hill - 2020 # 163
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Jun 15, 2020
Jun 15, 2020 at 9:28 AM UTC
No Bananas
Some people are bananas They may look fine But underneath they are bruised You never know Until you peel back the layers And find the damage Be careful with bananas They are easily crushed
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Nov 6, 2019
Nov 6, 2019 at 7:50 AM UTC
Banana People
M Monkey Miming nuisance Might be banana’s Making weapons from poo Marvellously behaved sitting on hands ©
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Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 7:30 PM UTC
Untitled
how I wish I had photographic memory just so I could see you again
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Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 7:25 PM UTC
my favourite moment I no longer remember
If I were a person stronger than myself My insecurities would disappear Would you hear worried absurd thoughts If murmured into your ear? You would be horrified to learn The madness running my brain If I was less crazy my head would be too It's a shame that instead I am insane.
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Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 8:19 AM UTC
We're All Mad Here
Childhood Campy Chimera Curtain Call Arctic bitter dead of winter cold polar vortex deep freezes each lovely bone excellent existential prized memory swimmingly recalls boyhood listening to drone of various and sundry en deer ring fauna extant amidst greensward, where imagination hath flown to imaginary Eden lifting uber a maize zing ears cocked towards Mother Nature's petsmart crafted chorus flushing out soundcloud queen of happy campers with bees zee winged wonders as they hone suite tracks unstinting well crafted aural presentations intended to entice a mate opposite jejune targeting their search nsync with one or another favorable counterpart, this buzz zing destiny could favor a loon or some other apropos biological entity (or perchance if desperate to mate) **** sitter another species including the manifestation of microbes on the moon whereat boys and girls bounding, exclaiming, and yelping joie de vivre asper when counselors blow whistle call at high noon hour of day iz lunch, thence resuming their made up fun and par lore games such as knight in shining armor dashing off to save damsel in distress signaling sans SOS and favorite ring tone tune of potential prince where young love doth Flickr oblivious to a similar situation, aye lichen to avast Marcy's playground such panoply a prediction forecast by Doctor Punxatawney Phil a blue oyster cult meme burr thus, in lay person terms six more weeks of winter for 2018 - so stay warm to stave off feeling offal bodes ill for species who clamor for warmth - supposed tell tale shadow spelt "N+I+L+L" and remain in hibernation if opportunities allow, and be thankful for not bing forced to mill around seeking warmth (case in point a street person), but ye and the big or 'lil body of warm flesh adjacent to thee (this day and age - gender preference a moot factor), or take stock, stock and barrel, how other creatures great and small burrow underground under a hill or reef amphibians, mammals, reptiles... instinct can remain 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea a fictitious place evoked by Jules Verne,... hm...maybe he might breathe courtesy of an atavistic gill who would downplay brouhaha to avoid any cavil.
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Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 4:02 PM UTC
Creative Cerebral Craftiness Coaxes...
Childhood Campy Chimera Curtain Call Arctic bitter dead of winter cold polar vortex deep freezes each lovely bone excellent existential prized memory swimmingly recalls boyhood listening to drone of various and sundry en deer ring fauna extant amidst greensward, where imagination hath flown to imaginary Eden lifting uber a maize zing ears cocked towards Mother Nature's petsmart crafted chorus flushing out soundcloud queen of happy campers with bees zee winged wonders as they hone suite tracks unstinting well crafted aural presentations intended to entice a mate opposite jejune targeting their search nsync with one or another favorable counterpart, this buzz zing destiny could favor a loon or some other apropos biological entity (or perchance if desperate to mate) **** sitter another species including the manifestation of microbes on the moon whereat boys and girls bounding, exclaiming, and yelping joie de vivre asper when counselors blow whistle call at high noon hour of day iz lunch, thence resuming their made up fun and par lore games such as knight in shining armor dashing off to save damsel in distress signaling sans SOS and favorite ring tone tune of potential prince where young love doth Flickr oblivious to a similar situation, aye lichen to avast Marcy's playground such panoply a prediction forecast by Doctor Punxatawney Phil a blue oyster cult meme burr thus, in lay person terms six more weeks of winter for 2018 - so stay warm to stave off feeling offal bodes ill for species who clamor for warmth - supposed tell tale shadow spelt "N+I+L+L" and remain in hibernation if opportunities allow, and be thankful for not bing forced to mill around seeking warmth (case in point a street person), but ye and the big or 'lil body of warm flesh adjacent to thee (this day and age - gender preference a moot factor), or take stock, stock and barrel, how other creatures great and small burrow underground under a hill or reef amphibians, mammals, reptiles... instinct can remain 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea a fictitious place evoked by Jules Verne,... hm...maybe he might breathe courtesy of an atavistic gill who would downplay brouhaha to avoid any cavil.
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The heat knocking through the glass, Shaking the metal, Our seats impersonating Our body heat. I looked out, a brief pause in journey. The red light tirelessly blinked Then and now, Green would be a go. He was peeling it off, He asked me, as usual I said no. One was handed to the man With an upturned mustache on the front, I could tell that was his pride. Three were alined in a plastic bag, Their fate still undecided. Gentle but hurried taps on my window, They had cars to cover I think now. Two little kids in ragged clothes, I wonder is it the dust of the world Or the filth of a society's failure That stains their clothes brown, Their faces black? One was of the usual age They're grown up at, The other, the age They begin at. After a brief and short And "matter of fact" discussion, Bearing in mind the kids' busy schedule I wound down the window, And decided the three bananas' fate. The grown one just ran to the next car, Grown you see, The little one Yelped in happiness Of the fruits rejected by me. Nothing could sound more beautiful Than the kid's exclamation "Bananas" A giggle. The red turned off. The driver smiled Yet every act was but a drop I could not collect To fill the desert of doom. The heat hovered And hovered, The heat that turned Back at my home Many bananas black Until they were discarded. The flies feasted upon, The gun is pointed At the kids. Sometimes blood leaves no stain. Sometimes the black stains On bananas are of our souls.
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Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 10:17 AM UTC
Bananas
Shuffle along, show your ticket, be strong while investing in spectacle staid and respectable. Nu Yawhk can never be wrong. Shuffle along, bang a simian gong. Life resembles a Broadway show; plebes and patricians owe apples to Empire’s King Kong. Death joins the throng. In bananas your song is re-peeled and re-stated while apes are berated; the zoo-keeper’s waving. So long.
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Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 8:07 AM UTC
Broadway’s Strait Gate
Yellow is what I am happy is what I make you feel. Use me, then throw me and you'll trip by my peel. I'm healthy, I'm sweet, If in a hurry, I take seconds to eat. All on my own, I'm a dish but with peanut butter, I'm delic. I'm good for your brain I'm good for your heart There's a reason why monkeys are smart.
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Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 2:55 PM UTC
BANANA
You told me about this, But I still liked hot dogs What was a keyboard doing running across mountains in the snow? running away from the unsaid words? break the vicious cycle!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! of dreaming about you... eat them burgers and sing them anthems, blaaah don't forget to burn them bridges. but don't burn yourself ... cuz you're wearing my shirt
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Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
JHf.RnS
Fact: Bananas have more trade regulations than AK-47s. Something healthy must be having such ridiculous regulations, But not the Kalashnikov as it won't be good for trade relations. But hey, even she dubs me as her loving exclusive AK-47, 'Coz my name is Atul Kaushal - the letters are 4 and 7! I shoot poetry and spilled is love instead of blood.
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Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 2:07 AM UTC
Ridiculousness
So, okay, are you listening? Being a monkey means many things... Yes! It also means loving, not just bananas, but the people who love bananas, and monkeys too! Listen to me in your heart, pay attention now, person, and this is gonna be the best smoothie ever! Bananas come first, of course, then yogurt, vanilla, of course, a BIG spoon of peanut butter.. Yes, really! Trust me! Cinnamon to jazz it up, water to smoothen it... we are calling this a smoothie RIGHT? And for extra-special, maple syrup, to give it a heavenly touch! Now cover your ears, which are almost as sensitive as mine, and ... Oh! How do you push the button with your fingers over your ears!
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Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
Channeling Curious George
I remember, My usual nonchalant demeanor going completely bananas in my cubicle of a room After enlisting to deliver you ice cream. No, not just any ice cream, Strawberry with bananas and gummy bears. I thought it as an awkward combination But when I got in the car, The sparrows were flying in two adjacent v-shaped formations. Slightly puzzled, I pondered if maybe one day I'll meet a sparrow, or anything with enough courage to brave the skies, Soaring, knowing in time, their wings will tire, and locating a perch is then of importance. Because life's goal, humans and creatures alike, Is to find a whisper of a nightingale's song, Or, possibly, the eccentric taste of a spoonful of their favorite ice cream.
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Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 2:20 AM UTC
Strawberry with Bananas and Gummy Bears
the rotten bananas remain on the hook, browning and sagging, dispensing a putrid odor into the room of spoiled sweetness. the small patches of burnt yellow become overtaken with dark brown, like a disease, spreading faster and faster the tough, impenatrable skin slowly decays into a soft, mushy clump that although, is penetrable, is undesirable.
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Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
Nobody Wants an Old Banana