#nonet
Don’t try to write with a dull pencil.
Do some constructive destruction
(thoughtful, deliberate waste).
Strip away all that’s dull
to make a sharp point.
You’re left with less
but sometimes
“less” is
more
.
Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 7:22 AM UTC
Snowflakes fall, a silent lullaby,
Blankets of white beneath twilight sky,
Bare branches etched in frost’s sigh,
Cold winds weave through the night,
Stars alight, crisp and bright,
Warm fireside light,
Frozen plight,
Deep night,
Still.
Nov 28, 2024
Nov 28, 2024 at 10:01 PM UTC
Quietly blooms, where shadows softly play,
Whispers of secrets in petals lay,
Emerald leaves rustle and sway,
Mystic scents drift in the breeze,
Dew-kissed dreams gently tease,
Moonlit moments cease,
Hearts find ease,
Pure peace,
Calm.
Nov 28, 2024
Nov 28, 2024 at 2:42 AM UTC
There are rubber bands around my heart
essential to keep things at bay.
As the feelings get bigger,
I need to use more bands.
They cut into flesh,
barely contained.
Pulled so taught…
straining…
Snap.
Aug 14, 2022
Aug 14, 2022 at 8:13 PM UTC
Pouring out from the top of my pen,
flooding in a pool on parchment
everything I ever felt.
Every heartache and fear,
laid bare in black ink
for your judgement:
My fragile
paper
Soul.
Aug 14, 2022
Aug 14, 2022 at 7:48 PM UTC
Heart
beating,
burning fire.
Cannot control,
my inner desire.
Getting myself into strife,
thoughts are bleeding into life.
Stay calm and poised through racing heart,
as the truth could tear it all apart.
Aug 13, 2022
Aug 13, 2022 at 11:07 PM UTC
Is it the tree’s fault that lightening struck?
After all it stood up so tall
Its leaves rustled, beckoning
Unwavering in the wind
Daring to look strong
Taunting the rain
Practically
Asked for
It.
Aug 11, 2022
Aug 11, 2022 at 8:43 PM UTC
I left Billy last summer, and at first it was hard
To not feel her blankets weigh me down
into a pentagon pool of starches and creams
To not feel her sugar rush supreme
through the highs and the lows
of an extra-large platform
Until she resurfaced, kissing my lips
raw until my throat burned dry
And I knew she had to let me go.
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 12:05 PM UTC
“The war is over, Prince. Just— Relax.”
Cal smiles at me, but I don’t
smile back. As I repeat
My father— my king’s last
Words to me. To his
Unwanted heir.
“You must be
Perfect,
Prince.”
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 10:14 AM UTC
Trump Nonet Be Re-lected
Dunce
Upon
A time moans
Four years of Trump
Marching down the hill
Through the history books
Pages holding his burst of shame
With no President's trail this bad
He was more suited for the big tent
Than
Facade
Of leader
Of the greatest
Most mighty nation
On the face of this Earth
Riding his three-legged act
Hatred, egotism, leaderless
To his stunt of the United States
Logan Robertson
7/08/20
Jul 8, 2020
Jul 8, 2020 at 8:41 AM UTC
My twenty poetry collections
divided into subsections
listed below as follows:
Eleven are public
the rest are private
but the total
showing is
zero
Why?
© 2020 Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 11:42 AM UTC
In the turn of a page of bad fate
Out jumped the book of March's index
With each chapter getting worse
Each page finding a tear
The words crying out
Who's this author
With red ink
Spelling
Life
To
The angst
Of readers
Across the globe
Each character sad
Done wrongly, done sadly
Bottled and corked of stressed life
Laid off, laid idly, laid to rest
All eyes tear that the postscript breathes life
Logan Robertson
3/30/2020
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 4:06 PM UTC
Sun scorching, sweltering, sizzling beach
My hardened soles resist the heat
Sunglasses shielding my eyes
White cotton ball clouds glide
Along deep blue skies
But I’m blue too
Intensely
Missing
You
© 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 12:32 AM UTC
He
lives in
my deepest
desires and
eats away at the
part of my brain that keeps
my heart safe from boys like him.
He's established permanence where
he's unwanted, but I let him in.
Jan 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2020 at 12:13 AM UTC
Sun scorching, sweltering, sizzling beach
My hardened soles resist the heat
Sunglasses shielding my eyes
White cotton ball clouds glide
Along deep blue skies
But I’m blue too
Intensely
Missing
You
Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 1:29 PM UTC
Gone
Away
You are lost
It's my own fault
The sleight of my hand
Tipped you over the edge
Your destiny unfulfilled
Oblivion calling to you
Surely this way you will never burn
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 1:31 AM UTC
You asked me why I must speak in tongues
I answered only with a smile
Devils know no other way
Malcontent that you are
you asked me again
so I replied
"The devil
only
knows"
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 2:09 AM UTC
The light from my cell phone shines brightly
in my bedroom at night. My eyes
thank the content creators
who format their memes on
Reddit with dark shades
so depression
won't hurt me
outside
too.
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 3:17 PM UTC
"Get a good night of sleep," they say as
if it's just that easy. It's like
telling someone depressed they
should just "think happy thoughts."
Ah, yes. Why didn't
I think of that?
Thank you so
very
much.
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 3:17 PM UTC
Falling asleep has always been hard.
Melatonin wears off before
it can even start working.
Weighted blankets are great,
but twenty extra
pounds on me is
not the cure-
all I
need.
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 3:17 PM UTC
Weary Window of Opportunity
why
would we
waste what's wise
when wisdom waned
wraps waxed wicks withdrawn
where wildfires within white
wash wanton wavering welled
wits with wonderment's wheel wearing
worth warrants weaving wholeheartedly
Logan Robertson
7/31/2018
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 7:49 PM UTC
jack's
eyes threw
darts at his
he couldn't stand
his target of life
growing smaller by day
the eye of the bull sees red
when wife left she became a blur
the mat at her door denied killed him
Logan Robertson
5/30/2018
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 3:22 AM UTC
In life, I have come across people
who always felt like home to me.
It’s a wonderful feeling –
to have someone like that.
That is why it aches
to think of homes
I renounced
when I
left.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 10:22 AM UTC
The man says morning ice, sleet and rain
Then the man says maybe no ice
Next he says sleet, not so much
Day will be warmer too
and no rain either
I think I'll go
to the beach
instead
bye
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 9:54 AM UTC