#topics
Obvious fear,
unimaginably joy,
the hot sweat of panic,
the rising wave of pain,
the red hue of hell,
and snow hanging from planted trees,
and people I don't know
dragging blankets
across the streets.
Hungry bodies
that know what they like.
Bare toes
that remember wanting.
Thirty bodies stuffed
threshold-high
with yesterday’s mash
stuffed into corn
on paper plates,
and “that’s it.”
61-year-old grandmas
out on the streets.
Young women blowing their brains out
after months
trying to find a place
to sleep.
Winter setting in,
drifting snow no solace
to shivering bodies
with bare skin.
Their dogs need to eat
and the pantries are out.
You can feed him rice
or brown, wilted squash.
You can eat crackers
and try to wear
something three times your size
with grime on the sleeves.
I don't even want
to help these people.
I want the state to.
I want the responsibility
out of my body.
out of my face,
out of my voicemail box.
They have the same hands I have.
The same eyes, minds, and brawn.
They know more than I do,
but they can't get by.
Why?
They don't want them to.
They're poor.
They're brown.
They're black.
They're old.
They don't contribute enough
to the local economy
at least, in an immediate way.
People can’t wait.
The old can die.
The planet can burn.
The oil can fly.
The prices can gouge.
The poor don't need to eat.
They can pull themselves up
by their *******
bootstraps,
turn to God,
stop their heinous
(gay poor illiterate depressed black brown Somali schizophrenic latinx Hispanic people of the system mothers aunts women)
ways,
and repent,
and get a ******* job.
I just wanted to be
an author,
in a house with some trees,
and some dogs from the shelter,
and a fire-burning stove.
These people just wanted
decent clothes
that fit.
And we're never getting
what we ******* want.
And we
are dying young.
Dec 15, 2025
Dec 15, 2025 at 8:11 PM UTC
All I talk about is love
I need to find another thing to write about I fear...
Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 12:49 PM UTC
5:30, 4:30 -
Up ever earlier.
40, 50, 60
Pages of the encyclopedia open.
All with tabs,
Of the many windows, pages, & folders.
Through the looking glass,
Roaming far & near as an extraterrestrial.
Nov 18, 2024
Nov 18, 2024 at 7:36 AM UTC
I want to pick your brain for lunch to discuss the ongoings in this world and your views on controversial topics. I want to talk about the various books you read, the various shows and movies that entertain you. I want to know more about your beliefs, what appeals, riles, fascinates and triggers you. I want to know what makes you glow and dim. to watch you paint with different hues, form various constellation and explore the black hole of unexplored matter. I want to converse about the uncanny topics and the stigmatized ones. To know more about the philosophy, biology and chemistry of your existence and this world. I want to know about the intricacy, profundity and complexity around rather than keep to the surface topics.
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 2:54 PM UTC
It was a sad thing
To realize
How limited my topics
Of poetry are
Either some embodyment
Or my overflowing
Emotions
Or a strange
Out of the box
Analogy to something I
Learn in school
Or,
Simply a reflection
On the people
Around me
Something I’ve
Observed
In my sheltered
Surroundings
Perhaps
One of the above
Coupled with
Some fantastical
Figment
Of my imagination
But apart from that...
Politics, issues, society
Beyond that which I have
Been exposed to
Plenty,
There’s absolutely
Plenty to write about
Rather than
Simply,
Focusing on my
Own
Centered
Little bubble
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 11:28 PM UTC
rainbows and rain
smudged windows on trains
singing and playing
dancing and swaying
forests, woodlands green and lush
passionate scenes that can make one blush
sighing and moaning
forgiving, atoning
heartbreak and sadness
sweetness and gladness
musical notes falling like leaves
swirling round and round autumn trees
seasons and changes
and wide-open ranges
smiles and laughter
the here and the after
skies cloudy, skies clear
tiny sailboats seen from the pier
ocean breeze, crashing waves
undersea caverns and caves
flying and falling
creeping and crawling
creatures that swim in the deep
ones that awake while we sleep
dreaming and hoping
struggling and coping
sun, moon and stars
lands that are far
nightmares, ungodly fears
cold blood, hot sweat, unstoppable tears
lightning and thunder
the above and the under
soaring and hovering
healing, recovering
creeks, lakes and seas
dark prisons without any keys
chains and locks
deep rivers, smooth rocks
reality, fantasy
wanting to flee
we write it all down
we write it all here
it makes us feel better
it makes us feel freer
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC
thinking of things to put to verse
in times that often are adverse
to topics that involve the universe
and other serious matter
is difficult
world politics is quite atrocious
the culture scene no less ferocious
and so if you are somewhat cautious
in your choice of themes
few are left
you might start out with poised pen
for something serious & pertinent - but then
you have a quite inspiring moment when
you realize what truly is important
in our lives
just find the words
others can understand
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 3:57 PM UTC
The sun so bright the epitome of life
Contrasting dark green coconut leaves
And white sands blue seas
Fiji
The place where hearts keep dreams. ..
.
Come see :)
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 5:41 AM UTC
The dew that forms on spring grass.
The sun rays that shine through summer windows.
The crisp leaves that blow through autumn winds.
The snow flurries that illuminate the wintery chills.
These are the most common poetic topics...
But why?
The face of poetry is abstract and unseen.
Its mask shifts and changes into ideas of understanding,
Depending on the listener...
The beauty of nature has effortless expression
It practically writes for itself.
But the fire of Love is another matter.
"Bye, love you!" "I love that!" "C'mon love."
The name appears more often than necessary,
But is it truly understood, like nature?
It seems my generation has forgotten Love's definition.
"Love: an intense feeling of deep affection."
I don't love my cereal, I love my mom's caring personality.
I don't love my car, I love my dad's willingness to trust.
I don't love my tickets to Disney, I love my younger brother's sense of fun.
I don't love my toothbrush, I love my eldest brother's teaching disposition.
Love is a part of nature, it's true,
But it is not meant to be taken as lightly.
Nature is easily seen through our widening pupils,
Every move it makes is impossible to go unnoticed.
Love's invisibility is easy to let slip by,
You have to look closely to find it.
True Love is never found in objects.
True Love is found in families of all different seasons.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 2:02 AM UTC
Today I met a stranger
He seemed really great
We sat and spoke for hours
And told me how to bake
In the next days to come
I sat at my window
Biting my thumb
Thinking about the stranger
And what would he
Have done,
We spoke about the sun
And how often he runs
We spoke about ice cream,
And even shared straw ***
The sad part of all of this,
He remains a strangers
For our names never,
Passed each others tongues
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC