"barky" poems
mushy makeshift macaroni
over
fiery flames, fueled
by barky bushy brews
of kindling
Aug 12, 2022
Aug 12, 2022 at 1:27 AM UTC
Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!
Is it...
fallen snow, frozen over a cold evening-
Amber and bronze leaves, felled by a cool autumn breeze?
Or is it simply my barky breakfast bar, leaving me wondering if others can hear me chewing...
I know my mouth is closed, I am trying to be courteous...
But can they hear it?
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 8:02 AM UTC
Oh yes
I'm being isolated again
Yep
It's happening again
Another Friday night alone, lol
I went on a hike with someone this week
Eating this apple
Somebody tell me
Why did we get these barky dachsunds?
They just bark and bark
No quiet in my home
Geeze
Lol laughing at life
They are still barking
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 1:30 AM UTC
I was the spectrum of life;
Burning in the dark, black, barky forest.
I've been through the fire:
Yet you couldn't salvage me,
I've provided you with a remedy-
But you have poisoned me.
Reflections are colourful-
For that's I needed to be loved for
I've conquered your standards,
Yet i didn't surfice.
Ironically, you didn't conquer my bars .
For you took me for granted!
One day you'll see what a saphire i am.
When thy cannot live to my standards.
But now i have no affection or love for you.
I pray thee remains constant and decided.
Resentment is an understatement as you have made me a cliff.
For you are a surpent.
Intoxicating my resilient periant.
The last end...
-Nuha Alli
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 8:17 AM UTC