#shapepoem
In my mind’s eye I picture myself
strapped inside a rocket soaring
just above the edge of space
there is just one problem
not enough money
cash—six figures
In my dreams!
oh my
what
to
do?
Pursue? I can’t—
Raise a glass to those who can
Dec 27, 2025
Dec 27, 2025 at 2:34 PM UTC
my laptop when i type
clicks
and even when im not quite sure what it is im typing
it still onward
click click clicks
onward as if something important
dancing sporadically over keys
in that heavy
C L I C K CLICK C L I C K
when i look up i see jumbled letters meaningless little black doodles sprawled across
lifeless conglomerations of things i know and (dont)
cl
just wanted to hear the sound
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 6:29 PM UTC
you say
I'm the
one who
shut the
door but
YOU'RE the one who
locked it? I just didn't
want your key anymore.
There's no room left
in my pockets.
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 11:28 AM UTC
You are a
steaming
cup of coffee
perched
between
frostbitten
fingertips
sipped from calloused and busted up
lips with a permanent blackish-blue hue
You are like taking that very first swig
after nights slow and restless - warmth
flowing down the esophagus to
thaw a heart frigid and askew
You accompany a cigarette
where smoke lingers in a polluted chest -You are a breath of air so soft and fresh - All I crave every morning is you
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 12:09 AM UTC
Seismic—
Shock wave of energy
swelling ocean waves,
Powerfully driven
like a freight train
rolling fast as a jet,
Open ocean ninja stealthily
racing toward landfall’s
most evil betrayal,
Rip-tide on steroids
sweeping away
unsuspecting souls
— Tsunami
© 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
The Japanese word "tsunami" translates as "harbor wave" in English.
Feb 29, 2020
Feb 29, 2020 at 11:39 PM UTC
I scream
When broken a dream
In the middle of a darknight
Uncontrollable was the inner fight
Woke up sweating with the heart's race
Walked up to find some solace
What soothed me the best
Made me feel blessed
Put my smile back
Trust this hack
A large scoop
of soft rich
icecream
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Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 7:01 AM UTC
Take a look at a flower that we adore
And observe this precious creation to the core.
Those tiny petals free themselves from the bud
And bend towards the ray of light
Workshipping sun to stay on sight
Though sunlight is absent at night.
Day by day this flower blooms
Revealing its beauty even in gloom
The production of honey sweet scent
Introduces us of its own patent
Attracting those diligent bees
Flirting with vibrant butterflies
To generously share its honey product
Cause life is all about giving without doubt!
A blooming flower; a genuine wonder
Asking us to thoroughly ponder
How significant its existence in nature
Teaching us not to stop hoping for the future
As this flower will not stop blooming
Until its growth has fully matured.
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 11:07 PM UTC
' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' '
.
I
am
that
land so
barren with
a dreary lonely
life, seeking rain to
end this strife. I am living
in nothingness. But there is
an oasis in my tear duct, fertile
spot, an emotion still left in me
keeping me alive, bringing back
my will. I now know the point,
the reason why they arrive,
them tears in my life.
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 2:35 AM UTC
#
*She makes love to him with words
spilling ink of passion on paper.
She creates the sensual mood
with each stroke of her pen
splattered on the sheets.
She caresses his flesh
in every love letter.
She kisses up and down his
length in sentences and prose.
She tastes all his masculine scent
without ever speaking a word.
She bites his lip and tilts her
hips in between the lines.
She paints a picture that
makes him hard for his
release and it only
took her mind.*
#
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 6:55 AM UTC
‘ J
U
I
C
Y
I’m more
than a piece of apple
smothered in caramel
stabbed by a stick
delicately drizzled
rich with chocolate
down the chin making
your mouth sticky
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 11:20 AM UTC
I'm not good enough I can't do this I have no talent They won't care
a I
m I'm locked inside a cage m
a that I built myself p f But I can't get out a
a I can't escape t
i from my own mind h
l e
u Help me t
r I'm trapped i
e c
I would never make the diference I'm dumb I can't write I'm done
May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 7:17 PM UTC
. “I
look out
side the window
and there
I see the
moon, and
that makes
me wonder,
‘why would
such a beauty
always want
to hide a part
of herself, why will
she want to?’
”
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 6:43 AM UTC
Oh
The rain
Is so serene
Little chilled drop-
Lets gently prance upon
You—Your bare outstretched
Arms embrace each gleaming drop.
As frigid misty fog consumes your
Dripping form, the wind sighs..
You're free
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 11:44 AM UTC
Her only vice was that of ****** promiscuity
You couldn’t blame her—the girl had daddy issues,
Body issues, the blood red American
bit her lip, and
hit a rip, then
flicked the tip
Don’t blame her she blamed herself enough, she
Popped, snapped, snorted, puffed, ****** squirted
A sweet escape hypodermically inserted
Straight to the heart of Texas
She had her lo ng list of exes
Vices collect their dues.
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 12:14 PM UTC
I'll hold on
until it doesn't make sense
and when you tell me there's no point,
I'll give you a reason to love
and to hold on.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 3:55 PM UTC
°●°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°●°
*°empty vessels°
can filled with
what is essential,
●● light and air, ●●
all else weighs down
● ● intoxicates ● ●*
°•○●○●○●○●○●○●○•°
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 7:55 AM UTC
*you'd never make him for a cry baby
only because he cries when
no one is ever around
bright is his sound
dark, his pen
maybe*
♦♦♦
♦♦
♦♦
♦♦
♦♦
♦♦
♦♦
♦♦
♦♦♦
*maybe,
○○perhaps, maybe*○○
°
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 8:55 AM UTC
^
《♢》
《♢》
《♢》
《♢》
《♢》
《♢》
《♢》
《♢》
《♢》
《♢》
soon we'll tire
of ● this ● game
of cloaks and daggers
~ ○● ○●○ ●○ ~
♢》
♢》
♢》
♢♢
♤
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 10:46 AM UTC
This is not
A po em But
rather a cha lange
For you to
Write. A poem about
The sh ape that you see.
What oddity, unusual deformity do you see inYour precious minds eye?
A castle?
A cloud?
A hand or
A heart?
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 1:44 AM UTC