#lighthearted
This poem is like ***
It can woo and tempt you at first,
Swallow you whole in its alluring hex,
Give fun and energy in small bursts,
But afterwards it leaves you feeling diminished
It’s no surprise it’s already-
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 10:39 AM UTC
Spring didn't come slow
It didn't come like the gradual change
Not like small red leaves to flurries of snow
It comes like this every year, the same
Spring woke up one day
Her green and blue heart beating once more
The birds in the morning came out to say
"Hear, Here Spring comes ashore!"
Spring came like the bitter cold hits you
Spring came as one chilled windy morning
Into a noon of more wind, and sky blue
Though, a day or two, it might go back to storming
Even so, they say Spring showers
bring blue and May flowers
So, since spring came on time this year
What's next that we've got to fear?
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 1:19 PM UTC
Slice where you live like pie
--this piece of heaven,
you and your cream-filled sky.
Cappuccino sweet-talk,
every dream includes a bit of sleep-walk,
the taste of last summer
floats belly-up in your cup.
May 26, 2025
May 26, 2025 at 5:47 PM UTC
Oh— to be a Pothos vine
Crawling towards the light
Always takes her precious time
Makes every room so bright!
Oh— to be a golden green
With marbled fronds so lush
She, the thriving Houseplant Queen
Makes other flora blush!
But, lo— beneath her heavenly form
Her truest magic resides
For through the winter and the storm
She’s balanced as the tides
Oh— to have that perfect Pothos Power
Flourishing through the night
Oh— to grow and never to cower
No matter how daunting the fight
For it’s her courage that we envy,
Her fortitude that we fear
Her resilient leafy frenzy
That will suddenly appear
Even when you think she’s dead and gone
The stars will still align
A tiny sprout will bloom at dawn
The mighty Pothos vine!
Apr 14, 2025
Apr 14, 2025 at 6:31 PM UTC
Hope this finds you well—
(Letter addressed to Heaven)
Angel gets her mail!
Apr 14, 2025
Apr 14, 2025 at 4:46 PM UTC
Wisteria blooms
Spring faeries come out at dusk
Keep the porch light on
Apr 4, 2025
Apr 4, 2025 at 2:37 AM UTC
Boy was he oblivious.
Sure, I was dense,
but at least I could admit it.
I could also admit that
I was a little hurt
each time he
seemingly
chose to ignore my pokes and prods.
I get to listen to him go on and on about this one girl-
who I don’t even care that much about-
and he gets to go on and on about her.
Obviously, I’ve got to be there for him.
Everyone should be there for the ones they love. But ****
does it hurt when the ones you love
jab
at the heart that throbs for them.
I refused to let the ride home be silent.
“Did you want some ice cream or something to make you feel better?”
A groan of a reply.
I didn’t bother to give him a glance.
I squeezed the steering wheel and kept my eyes glued to the road,
though I’d rather they be glued to him.
“You should come over,”
I spoke, though it was almost
drowned out by the whiny screech of my brakes.
I took the opportunity to look at him.
He did not meet my eyes.
Instead, his arms were over his chest and he stared at the window at some old car wash
on the right side of my Toyota.
“*I think you could benefit from a break
thinking*
about that girl.”
“I don’t know, man,”
a sentence at last.
“I have homework probably.”
The car ****** forward as the light turned green, breaking my companion’s eye contact with
the gas station extension.
My eyes lingered on him for a moment before
I scratched the back of my neck.
“C’mon, it’s Friday,”
I urged.
“You deserve a chance to take your mind off
that girl.”
He threw his arms out.
“She’s not just some girl!
She’s an absolute beauty who
barely knows I exist! Like I said,
angel fish,”
he gestured to the air to the right of him,
“Sea urchin,”
the same hand now met his chest on the “sea”.
“I,”
I shook my head.
“I think you give that
b#tch
too much credit, you know?
She called you slurs…”
I brought the car to a cruising speed when I noticed we were alone on the road.
“And, ‘cause, y’know. I think sea urchins are pretty f#cking awesome.”
I snuck a glance at him.
He was staring at his lap;
his brows were knitted and his eyes looked as if they would fall out of the sockets.
“…I think I’m a sea urchin as well.”
He snorted and sat up straight to look at me. “Really?”
He smiled,
dimples showing.
Good.
“You can’t be a sea urchin too;
you’re too perfect to be one.”
His head of brown hair shook and
one of his matching brows raised.
“Perfect?”
I grinned.
“This guy?”
I brought a hand off the steering wheel and ****** a thumb towards my chest.
I was a careful enough driver to
still be focused on the road.
At first glance you might think I’m some sort of reckless delinquent
who only cares about
getting girls and
getting drunk.
That couldn’t be further from the truth.
“Well, maybe not perfect,”
he smiled towards me, rolling his eyes.
I let my gaze meet his before snapping back to the street.
“But definitely perfect enough..”
“So,”
I mumbled and scratched the back of my neck,
“Ice cream?”
Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 8:53 AM UTC
In my bones, I am a poet
And every word I trail shows it
Like a fingerprint to trace
Conjures an image of my face.
Any essays, I might write
With golden flourish, thrilling heights
With wide crescendos, rumbling frisson
Soft like silk and smooth like ribbon.
So when my teacher does request
A lab report or written test
I may bring tears to their eyes—
Still, I did not get it right.
Nov 21, 2024
Nov 21, 2024 at 6:19 PM UTC
you’re a deep canyon.
and I sit perched on the plane’s wing -
goggles on, sipping tea.
from up here,
you're a thin black outline,
a giggle and a wonder.
Nov 9, 2023
Nov 9, 2023 at 1:20 AM UTC
It's like finding a necklace in the dryer,
all knotted and twisted.
I keep trying to straighten it out,
writing about the same old stuff.
Maybe I'm not really fixing anything,
just fiddling with the knots.
Moving them around,
maybe I'm making progress.
Maybe it's better to laugh,
Set the dang-knotted things aside,
and to have a lighthearted dialogue
with your shadows.
Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 1:55 AM UTC
love is
the friendly Atlantic ocean,
lotion that never fully rubs in,
humid air clinging to skin.
love permeates
like a leaky roof,
like honey on toast,
sticky and impossible to rush.
like dandelions
pushing up anyway.
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 3:24 PM UTC
I want Lemonade. Fresh squeezed Lemonade.
I don't want Minute Maid!
I only want real Lemonade!
Oh sweet Lemonade, I'll sit right here and serenade!
And sing songs all day of Lemonade.
Only songs of Lemonade!
And one day I might even trade
this song for fresh squeezed Lemonade.
There'll even be a big parade,
for the ice cold drink I always crave!
The sour sweet kick in the cooling shade.
I only want real Lemonade.
I don't want soda. I don't want tea.
I only want my very own grown up tall lemon tree.
Oct 2, 2022
Oct 2, 2022 at 2:40 PM UTC
A thunderous crack
Echoes in the night.
A monstrous sound
Splitting my eardrums.
****** impure poison…
And it’s funny.
Aug 25, 2022
Aug 25, 2022 at 8:44 PM UTC
जैसी तैसी ज़िन्दगी
यू हीं हैं कट रही
टेढ़ी-मेढ़ी राहो से
जैसे तैसे गुज़र रही
जहा सुख का फ्रूट मिले
जूस बनाके पी जाओ
किसे पता क्या होगा कल
इसी पल में जीवन जी जाओ
हार और जीत के संघर्ष में
सुख और दुख के जंगल से
इनके संगम से उत्पन्न जो नदी
उसी का नाम जिंदगी
Jun 30, 2022
Jun 30, 2022 at 11:38 AM UTC
With long ash blonde hair
freckles dotting my face and shoulders
rosy lips and cheeks from the sun
I am a young girl again
Laying on the Atlantic ocean shore
my back pressing into the soft sand
Letting the waves roll over me
laughing hysterically
as the salt water tickles my tummy
and I plug my nose
It was at this age I smiled cheek to cheek
without worrying about the layout of my teeth
I didn’t consider myself lonely
I had quite a lot of fun with my imagination
Not yet the age where I was preoccupied
with image or my emotions
Just living like the waves crashing over me
May 19, 2022
May 19, 2022 at 12:36 AM UTC
Dear five, without you
I would not be here.
For my mom was born
In your month of May.
And my dad was born
On the fifth of June.
Both of my siblings
And I make a five
Person family crew.
My bank account would
Be empty, but for
Five random dollars
I’ve managed to save.
Would you consider
Inspiring more than
Just me? With your great
Set of multiples?
Without ten, fifteen,
Twenty-five, oh where
Would we be? Dear five,
You’re so important
To all, not just me.
May 4, 2022
May 4, 2022 at 6:45 PM UTC
Air making leaves dance
Do makes my earing ******
Birds hopping and popping on woods
Always ready to mingle
Down goes a labour
To steal every grain
Little lilliputs adorned as ants
Try to fill their banks before rain
Chubby caterpillar all set to fly
Effervescent butterflies auditing all flowers
A flower having opened their umbrella
Seeks out for their sun lover
This warm sunshine takes away my pain
Fulfils my body and enriches heart
Large white bubbles aimlessly float
And draw themselves up in vivacious art
A home so good
Is all I want
Where love is sown
In every being and plant
Apr 4, 2022
Apr 4, 2022 at 5:31 AM UTC
When the sun shines bright
the night as sweet and right
the birds will take their flight,
labours ants would take their heist.
Its your time to glow
With your pride just flow
But somewhere a lazy grasshopper would say
I would have worked if it was a cloudy day.
When the weather goes all teary and dark
The birds will hope for their best
The ants gonna prepare for rest
Somewhere the lazy grasshopper would regret
You take some rest
Then try and make your heart steadfast
Remember there is a little sunshine in every drop
That brings a rainbow after every storm non-stop.
Apr 4, 2022
Apr 4, 2022 at 5:28 AM UTC
A poem to start my journey of verse;
A life with no words would surely be worse.
To express your joys and woes in this way,
Can change the mood of any a-day.
So forgive me if this is a little bit trite
But I hope for my first one, you'll think it's alright. :)
Nov 19, 2021
Nov 19, 2021 at 12:50 PM UTC