#spots
yearning until the dawn
waiting for the tears to come
the dam can only hold for so long
take a nighttime jog
waiting for the tears to come
backs will break after so long
pedal my bike to secret spots
settle strife stroking
pedal my bike to secret spots
unsettled strife poking
Nov 2, 2024
Nov 2, 2024 at 12:12 PM UTC
I'm seeing spots
when I stand
up too quickly
time passes by
slowly when I
watch the clock
tick in circles
hands search for
each other and
for one minute
they will meet
and provide comfort
Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 1:48 PM UTC
Limericks II - Nature and Animals
Dot Spotted
by Michael R. Burch
There once was a leopardess, Dot,
who indignantly answered: "I’ll not!
The gents are impressed
with the way that I’m dressed.
I wouldn’t change even one spot!"
###
Clyde Lied!
by Michael R. Burch
There once was a mockingbird, Clyde,
who bragged of his prowess, but lied.
To his new wife he sighed,
"When again, gentle bride?"
"Nevermore!" bright-eyed Raven replied.
###
The Dromedary and the Very Work-Wary Canary
by Michael R. Burch
There once was a dromedary
who befriended a crafty canary.
Budgie said, "You can’t sing,
but now, here’s the thing—
just think of the tunes you can carry!"
###
The Mallard
by Michael R. Burch
The mallard is a fellow
whose lips are long and yellow
with which he, honking, kisses
his ***** boisterous mistress:
my pond’s their loud bordello!
###
The Platypus
by Michael R. Burch
The platypus, myopic,
is ungainly, not ******
His feet for bed
are over-webbed,
and what of his proboscis?
The platypus, though, is eager
although his means are meager.
His sight is poor;
perhaps he’ll score
with a passing duck or ******
Keywords/Tags: limerick, nonsense, light verse, humor, humorous, nature, animals, leopard, spots, mockingbird, raven
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 1:37 AM UTC
Dot Spotted
(a limerick for children of all ages)
by Michael R. Burch
There once was a leopardess, Dot,
who indignantly answered: "I'll not!"
"The gents are impressed
with the way that I'm dressed.
I wouldn't change even one spot!"
Keywords/Tags: limerick, light verse, nonsense verse, humor, humorous, animals, nature, leopard, leopardess, change spots, spot, dot, spotted, dress, dressed, love, attraction, children's verse, kids
Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 12:56 AM UTC
i have lain here
for nights on end
trying to make sense of the stars
mama never did teach
me how to read
the patterns in the skies,
what reason did i have
to look up
when the fairy lights
we hung
were so pretty
if i wanted constellations
i could take a pen
and map out the spots
on my skin
mama never did teach
me how to dream,
what need could there be
when hers were already
big enough for
the both of us
to share
i could look up
and count the stars
in her night skies
and never worry about
my own
mama never did teach
me how to walk
tall, keep my back up
straight, with her chin
raised high she
looked right past
my crooked posture
and in to
her future,
i stood straight
in her visions,
it was all she needed
to see
i think she gave it
her best
i think she gave her
self better
and i’m still trying to make
sense of the stars
unsure of whose they are
anymore
Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 5:14 AM UTC
The truth is here
and so are you
Water drops clear
from the sky so blue
Green grass sways,
people play day
and I watch lady jump
leaf to leaf
Holes in your arm
from your teeth, so large
Stains on you brain till’
the motives are yours
Till’ the pain feels sane
Your days are arranged
And I'll watch lady jump leaf to leaf
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 11:59 PM UTC
Sometimes life deals you bullets,
And sometimes those bullets stay on your face in the form of grotesque accessories that you never wanted but can't get rid off.
These are the bullets that have hurt me,
and although they only appear on the surface,
I can feel them shooting holes inside of me every day.
They ****** my confidence and wound my features leaving me with the smallest but most impactful scars for the rest of my life.
To the bullets that throb on my face,
for now, I will hate you,
resent you,
cry over you but one day I will be the last one standing,
I will be the Victor, with a face held high in a bright light staring happily in a mirror.
However, this is the future, I just wish that the future would come as quick as a bullet.
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 6:25 AM UTC
Seven spotted ladybird,
Dancing in my mind.
Its shade a deep burgundy,
with a slight shine that sparkled
under the soft rays of the sun.
It wobbled its way across the hood of car.
And I poked it gently,
Making it clumsily fall on its back in the driveway.
I cupped the tiny thing in my hands,
And eventually, it flew away.
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 2:24 AM UTC
Her name was Tori
She ran like a cheetah
Spots speckled her body
Her hair blew in the wind
Soft laughter escaped her
She ran for enjoyment
T was for talent
She could do anything
O was for odd
She was her own person
R was for radiant
She emitted an aura
I was for intelligence
She had a mind of everything
She fit her name like a glove
Silent awe in her wake
No one could stop her
Something always burned within
She never stopped running
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 2:56 PM UTC
I want to slip into the spots of the moon
that you look at so fondly
on the nights that you are about to break.
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 1:41 AM UTC
then
your pale frame
eclipsed my sight,
you, the moon,
caught me staring
too long and i blinked
your face burnt black
into the backs of my eyelids,
there were nights
i would rub my eyes
and count the spots
you’d left like stars
(one two three four
five six seven eight)
then
i thought the numbers
in my head were all
the reasons we were wrong
i started sleeping
with my eyes open
if i shut them i’d see
holes and think of your craters
and how the men who tread
your surface don’t clean
their boots well enough
don’t think to ask you
how you like it before
they plant their flags,
but they offered you
the world, and all i had
to offer were the spots
in the backs of my eyelids
(one two three four)
then
rockets counted down
the seconds until they could
meet you and i
counted you out,
contented myself by
staring at the sun,
blinked and i
saw spots
(one two three)
i am no man,
would not simply
stake a claim so bold.
in hindsight,
you, the moon,
had already claimed me,
wrapped your evening flag
over my eyes
and made me yours,
i just never
noticed the fabric,
couldn’t see past
the spots in my eyes.
now i only see you in hindsight.
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 9:22 AM UTC
Sunspots,
we made eye contact, her fiery gaze was so bright all I could see were sunspots.
It started as just one but I didn't want to look away, I couldn't, and god ****** it burnt. My vision started to falter and that little speck of darkness began to grow.
Sunspots
My trance-like stare remained unbroken, I was being burnt from within
Sunspots, until one turned into ten.
I felt her heat deep beneath the surfaces of skin and as the heat rose my little sunspots became all I could see.
I was dumbfounded, lost, her radiance had blinded me.
Confused and scared I spun about to see if there were any traces of light left in the dark, Sunspots.
It wasn't long till I began to lose hope, beaten and broken with my toes dangling off the floor I hung myself and used her as the rope.
Sunspots, as my little dark circles couldn't possibly get any darker the rope snapped and my vision came too.
There on my knees I began to sob, I was so captivated I let light burn me out.
Sunspots
When I picked myself up, to my surprise I could still see her glow.
Sunspots
She had remained present through the night, hidden behind a thick shroud, unpiercable by the most furious of light.
I glanced softly, tracing the aura surrounding her, I couldn't bring myself to make eye contact even though my entire chest was pounding for her.
Sunspots
I've learned a gentle focus is key, I can bask in her radiance without her worry of burning
Sunspots
I can finally see
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 6:54 PM UTC
She: Let me go...
Me: Come closer.
She: Don't touch me...
Me: Let me ****** you.
She: Don't touch me at the wrong places...
Me: These wrong places are your hot spots.
She: Oh, do whatever you wish to!
Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 8:49 PM UTC
In times of extreme stress -
My peak anxiety,
I come out in terrible spots -
Just one or two
strategically placed.
**** you, why tonight?
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 1:37 PM UTC
They came for a half-term party
swarmed around me like instant charisma
wearing face-masks of Mourinho
I couldn't move - there was no place to go
I was taken back to when I was eighteen
misspent youth frittered away so they say
wished I was back there with them all
but it was gone - I couldn't any more
I couldn't be in love every other day
make outrageous comments, buy things on e-bay
not so many spots to pick at present
however, no jealousy, nothing to resent
I soaked up their bonhomie once more
gave a faint smile when I walked out the door
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC
sometimes people tell me that
my cheeks get red and bumpy after
my tears have dropped down them.
And sometimes it looks like the sun has kissed me in my eyes and
overpowered the darkness behind.
And sometimes it leaves freckles on my cheeks and I like them.
so I cry a little longer.
holding on to the beauty behind the salty streams and
the external effect to the internal intent of these sun tears that
freckle my cheeks.
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 12:20 AM UTC
I close my eyes and they appear
With sudden screams of empty fear
There's not much left, but what remains
Are fragments of the broken chains.
And though they hold no real power
As they can not make still the hour
And all of them don't create ME
They guide me to infinity.
There's one I keep to help me grow
It is the one that makes me glow
He's writing to you as we speak
It always brings me to our peak.
The other one I keep for others
The hunters, providers, the fathers
The ones that need a goal to live
Lost, they have only gold to give.
The third and final one of all
The one that embraces my soul
It is not glowing and not guiding
But it lures my heart from hiding.
So there are three, as it's supposed
And each and every is a ghost
Sometimes I rise to watch them play
Or argue, or just plain delay...
As each and every is a speck
And as I descend, they come back
To finish off, here is a quiz:
Who is the spot following wiz?
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC
Yes to my muscles, but
how can I help but
Sigh at
the spots and
the thighs
which are still in construction
Adult loading
Where the **** are the instructions?
As I stretch
and bulge
And involuntarily
yield
to Maturity of Body
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Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 5:09 PM UTC