"etry" poems
.
" ' The god
of love lives
in a state of need.
It is a need. It is an
urge.It is a homeo
static imbalance.
Like hunger and
thirst, it is almost
impossible to sta
mp out.' • 'Love is
a serious mental
disease ' • 'Every
heart sings a song
incomplete, until
a heart whispers
back.'At the touch
of a love,everyone
becomes a poet.' 'Life must be
lived as play.' 'Po etry is nearer to
vital truth than history'. 'You can
learn more abo ut a person in an
hour of play than a year of
conver sation.' "
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 6:13 PM UTC
My poetry is ****
From mouth
From pen
From fingers typing
My words stink up
The air
The page
The computer screen
My poetry is ****
Not worth saying
Not worth writing
Not worth typing
Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 8:54 AM UTC
i still spell gray
with an a
not an e
in my po-etry
does it matter
to the grammar?
hoo's to say
says the owl
to the vowel
it's a gray area.
r ~ 10/17/14
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
I sometimes wield the pen in spite
Of why I am convinced I write
The poetic words that I spill
Spill like a glass of water
That’s been stirred to overflow
By my feelings and thoughts or so
I have gotten to know
The will of the flow
The direction that it wants to go
That’s what po-
etry is all about, no?
Because poem starts
with a P for personal
Not popular
Or populous
Not for the people who prefer prying
Pickpocketing or playful plying
In the placid plains inside
It’s for the persons who pray
To the poet’s plight
To go out on an odyssey,
with an O, the second letter
Not omniscient
Or omnipotent
For oscillating with your own
Is only for ones once overthrown
By an onslaught of hydrogen per-oxide
Those ostracized and odd
Off, yet open to the outside
E is the third letter
And it stands for emotional
Or extorted
until emptiness
Extended
after the excavation had ended
and emotion was evacuated ere
The embodiment of ecstasy
Had been enterred here
Lastly M stands for me!
Me, myself and I!
Not the masses who maim
My mind and meticulously aim
For the mark on my midbrain
Just the men and wo-men who make do
With musing about the mechanisms of
Mother Earth and her miracles too
Poetry is a gift
Out with it to be at ease
Especially for yourself
May it help you find peace
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 6:54 PM UTC
My tummy hurts so bad
the loo's twelve feet away
but this poem is important
and pain won't have it's say
so I'll clench and type
no *** to wipe,
with poetry I'll play
but now the belly is swelling
my God I'm gonna blow!
inspiration is fading fast
my typing is too slow
take the bucket over there
jam it on my ****
**** forgot to drop my pants
oh I am a nut!
Now the bucket's stuck so tight
don't think it will come off
will have to keep it on all night
and pray that I don't cough!
Cover every naked flame
turn off every socket
if there is the slightest spark
I'll shoot off like a rocket!
Jan 19, 2011
Jan 19, 2011 at 11:17 AM UTC
Everything can look
like a poem
The only thing
you need
is to put enough
******* spacebars
to make it look
like
one
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 7:02 PM UTC
Cravings for poison-
not eating much else.
Too far gone for tampering.
Darkness. Avoid all the noise and-
stare at the staggering elves.
Unflattering & always scampering.
Constant metamorphosis.
Turbulent cranial fortresses.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 10:37 PM UTC
I am not saying my poetry is perfect
But at least let it be good enough
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 9:03 AM UTC