"barfs" poems
What would you do if you saw a girl spending pennies and pearls on food?
She gobbles it up and then she barfs, which she thinks makes her feel good.
Later that night, with her conscious she'll fight as the guilt eats her for lunch
But she'll never tell of the story where of she went to after brunch.
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 9:08 PM UTC
Life's Blue Bubble hovers there,
Floating twixt joy and despair.
Floats amidst a sea of waste,
Ignored in all the desperate haste.
Hovers in a shoal of souls,
All with independant goals.
Floating through chaotic time,
A sanity to fools sublime.
Retching technicolour barfs,
Marking time between the laughs.
Drifting by, so purposeless,
Assiduously avoiding stress.
Slips between a start and end,
Beyond which few can comprehend.
Life's Blue Bubble seeks to love,
Void below and void above.
And then cold fate will play it's worst
In causing Life's Blue Bubble's burst.
Marshalg
@ the bach
13 May 2011
May 12, 2011
May 12, 2011 at 1:50 PM UTC
\
/|\
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/ \
•
•
Every little thing
Every single one
•
LOVE
•••••
The whole life
( yes !
This very One ! )
••
Isolation is not Lonliness
Alienation !
The Final Judgement
( the Empty Death )
•
There's always a Way
•
LOVE!
Romance -- is not love
When people write that it is
Well
It Barfs Me Out the Door With a Spoon
••
( embracing Death )
Releasing Demons who devour you
•
Come
Every little one
Only ALL OF US
Is
ENOUGH
••
& you surely know
Of what I speak
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 4:28 PM UTC
Did I ever love you?
You ask like you don’t know
That there was a time I would’ve done anything
to smell you
to taste your breath
and lay
There was a time
you made me want to be a better version of myself
I did all of it for you, for us, for we
Did I ever love you?
What kinda **** is that to say?
When I pulled down my walls for you to see
The puzzle pieces that make me
My laughs
My barfs
And farts
We loved each-other, held each-other, needed each-other
I got a chance to explore the vessel of you
Counted every freckle and mole- 42
Gazed into those bedroom eyes as I slipped through
Tickled you just to hear you laugh out loud
Kissed your thumb, my favorite finger
Of Course I loved you
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 10:54 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall
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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
A Busy Dachshund Puppy
She leaves you a gift on the kitchen floor
And another on the living-room rug
And barfs up half a frog just inside the door
And barfs again – a poorly-digested bug
She bites into cranky old Pepper-Cat’s tail
(Something so twitchy must surely taste good)
And Pepper-Cat spanks her; oh, what a wail!
(Dear pup, there’s a difference between could and should)
And in the evening, while you doze over a book
She rests upon your heart, and gives you that look
And her big eyes ask,
Am I your very good dog?
Oh, yes
Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 7:59 AM UTC