Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
#justthinking
...because youth is long since gone, of course. (sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCC) Oh for the easy life I used fr'intents To know, where to philosophize owned bail. Back in my father's house where that detail Of freedom and sheer girlhood owned defense, I used to dream of distant realms, pretense Full of the joys I'd sought since childhood, frail As ne success, and I could think, t'avail, Yes, truly think, though chafing at suspense. Now on my own, I can attempt in tour, Yet never reach the heights I ver'ly knew Back then, where how my father ruled in pure Love, and my mother guided all as due, Dreams what they had, we seven too, though's poor Since naught owns substance. LORD, we wait for You. 14Oct25b
0
Oct 27, 2025
Oct 27, 2025 at 7:38 AM UTC
Why Do I Keep Going Back?
...I've wanted to for 14 years now. My late father had an anecdote from his college days where his friend's mother called after them: "Eat your banana! It's good for your heart!" and you know about how "an apple a day keeps the doctor away!" right? (sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCI) Caprese with cherry 'matoes' sweet detail Tops aught I've known before, as if from hence Tis all I ever should use, eh? The sense Of basil fresh thus matched like to avail, What's left to add? Pom avrils for sheer bail Now that is done, the cake is finished, whence? There's mac-n-cheese, beef hot dawgs, and from thence So much more, choc'late ice cream down the trail. Charcut'rie boards I'll pack for third shift's tour, (Go call me selfish will ye?!), ne ado For that detail, bananas, apples fer Our hearts and keeping doc at bay anew, We've oranges, and the list goes on. Bestir Friends online and but tease? LORD, we wait You. 11Mar25d
0
Mar 19, 2025
Mar 19, 2025 at 2:47 PM UTC
I'd Love To Open My Own Cafe
Love is a lot of things: A feeling. A passion. A choice. A revolution. A voice. A creation. A language. An action. A sacrifice. An interaction. A crime. An abstraction. A blessing. An affirmation. A life. And, it's just one word. Imagine what we could do with a thousand more.
0
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC
One Word, One Million Meanings
Layered. Say you didn't know these were complex. (sonnet #MMMMMMCCXXXVII) Blue skies peer thinly twixt the whiter tale Of clouds whose stringy webs mask what, from hence? The warming golden light half bleak, a sense I maunt put down stalks through all that'd avail. Ne shadows nor a flirting breath t'exhale By even halves and I am jumpy, whence What daffodils might nod can own intents While folk tell April Fools jokes like we've bail. Did I complain oer...jonquils' yellow tour Of frilly heads and purple hy'cinth too? Yes. I said even ******* laundry's...poor, Sith Mum is buried. Taen from me now, who Shall pity? Sparrows e'en too distant fer Aught smiles, I wonder if a man'd now woo. 01Apr17c
0
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 12:46 AM UTC
And "Flesh and Blood Can NOT Inherit--"
It never ends It never changes But we do The clouds And the moon Reflections So Bright But so needy Just Like us Above it all For once in my life but nervous not Like a Fish in the ocean Floating Deep But always so alone just like Me Nothing can be done Nothing at all But wait a mirror extended End to end Silent But So true So hurtful So real Just like you
0
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 10:49 PM UTC
mirror To The sun
It's still poetry no matter how you deliver your message if you can put your thoughts into a verse then go ahead and put out your lyrical burst It's still poetry whether you freestyle or write spoken word or limerick or acrostic, haiku or Shakespearean, your voice should be heard It's still poetry writing about experience or just testing your rhyming ability it's all fair game just because one style doesn't speak to you doesn't make it all lame
0
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 2:22 AM UTC
It's Still Poetry