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"miscounted" poems
Waitressing at work today a guy came in **** looking, tough guy kind of like he never grew up but he had the cutest shy smile when i miscounted his change and left me a generous tip. I like stuff like that. I like people like him. I hope he liked me too.
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Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 5:21 PM UTC
That was nice.
well it was the alternative to gregory isaac’s night nurse... but then the bouncer on the catwalk with flares... skidding up on a rhyme and cooling it with an edge of the appropriately cut fashion... chased it. innit kamikaze (rap’s shortchange in shaken pears for martini bond and chanced cockney slang in shakespeare, all 90’s groove though) lyric’o gangsters in the mollusk slush two’s up freed with the sly sly s.o.s. sloth chinning up to the chariots of nero’s double for portrait: naa na na na na na na na na na na na na naa, naa na na na na na na na na na na na na naa (i miscounted... didn't i?) - where kurt cobian’s yeah yeah yeah used to be along with r.e.m.’s cowboy astronaut. come mike jagger with me the liszt skeleton of b & w’s worth of crescendos tipping lazy waitresses with a toreador’s worth of breezy napkins folded, flapped and sneezed into - i’ll be dumping my shadow into splits for extras to boot frying it in the hiroshima of paparazzi’s blinking. failures are worth other people’s success when playing the lyre to a burn out of capitals: anyway, edinburgh is the ultimate cameo in the literary bloodline begot by paris for the 20th century ultimatum of identity scripted.
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Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 8:38 PM UTC
burrow it up in the redribdge borough, it’s called flimsy on the sly
Remember that time... we all were unafraid? The heart never feared to continue its compelling crusade Remember that time... we all knew the right? No ideas were left to cause a  futile fight Remember that time... we all got along? The soul could not oppose with thoughts to sing song Remember that time... we all oozed with joy? Only postilion "woe's" No Greeks, Walls of thick Troy! Remember that time... we all were in good health? No single state of sick but forgetting which wealth Remember that time... we all adored nostalgia? It's unfortunate- forgetting history's true miscounted myalgia
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Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 9:11 PM UTC
Nonplus Nostalgia~
She calls it "Soiree for the Somber"; where clowns dance and fools are golden. They speak often with their severed tongues and only on occasion do their hearts beat. I am there. Where she is. And soon our bodies will die of lonely deaths; funerals for coffins. Our minds are where masks go to cry, except there are no tears; only smiles. A museum, where there was once paradise, of drowning arts and melted portraits. Look at these walls and songs of diamond, here we pledge allegiance to the Play. I can feel the air is thickened, thickened with liquor; the atmosphere carries miscounted steps. Listen. Hear it. The noises in the night, the mourning of the sad. Here is where we pledge allegiance
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Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC
Soiree for the Somber
False mood enhancing pills and miscounted tills Cracking windowsills and burning windmills Long forgotten skills and justified kills Overflowing landfills and spreading chemical spills Freezing chills and oil-stained gills Empty grills and shredded hundred dollar bills Cheap family wills and expensive thrills Broken Jacks and shattered Jills All of these **** still.
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Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 8:48 PM UTC
"Feeling ILL"
Lying just under syrup-film surface St Vitus’ dance, pushing against ductile bonds back-flips and breaststroke. I, with my rolled up Mirror, swatted surprised eyes followed the arc and plop! That lemonade is useless now. What did it think as it drew its last? Enjoy the tang? Panic? Does it realise? Will it feel the bubbles push past? It could grab one, **** the air. I might dip my finger, crush or flick. Gran and Granddad chatter drowned, roast lamb, pipe and sunshine. I twist the glass to get a better view. The twitch slower, body fizz-jiving will it sink to the lemonade-bed, limp and cheerless? I could stop this, the thought pushed aside by fascination. Minutes tick past, chimes cut with miscounted accuracy. I realise the last witness feels sad.
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Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 11:25 AM UTC
Death of a Fly
May I find peace & thwart disaster. Every time, miscounted. Love, who knows me as I flicker. & through black masks I'm shouting. Already, I've lost you. We fold time & plant fear. Hold my grace & think death through. Dreams burn & still she nears. Take my souls & face true lust. Slip Eros sans repartee. Carnal prayers my angel thrusts. Midnight's sultry air stirs through me. In the valley of surrender. Breathe my carnal savior. Before soft steel & flesh come tender. Swim beneath not after.
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Dec 29, 2012
Dec 29, 2012 at 10:25 AM UTC
Sonnet & fluff
Serendipity had be trickling Down to the bottom of the well. Rise and fall and rise and fall Inseparable like Heaven and Hell. The peaks and valleys, Miscounted tallies, And words that seem to spell "L O V E S disguise" My lack of words is the loudest I yell. Speak to trees that see through me With eyes so blank, yet full; I run my fingers through my hair, The wind pushes and pulls. A rainy day down at Block Bay Feels nice, despite the cold. I am one with the lake and mountains; I am infinitely old. The industrial wharf is bobbing Up and down again; Rise and fall and rise and fall, The All and Every in it's zen. The peaks and valleys, Miscounted tallies, And words that seem to spell "L O V E S disguise" Everywhere is where I dwell.
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Apr 4, 2012
Apr 4, 2012 at 4:21 AM UTC
Block Bay
I thought you changed for the better You were nice and sweet Our days together were filled with laughter I really did choose you over her Since I just wanted someone to call a friend For a while it felt like I was betraying one of my best friends I gave you a chance I hate how much you neglected my love For I enjoyed our time together Then you met a guy and he takes all of your time We don't talk often but you texted me today In a ferrous rage saying how could I betray her I don't know what I did She's telling me I spilled the beans The thing is I never had the beans She must of miscounted her beans and blamed me for some information that leaked So you are just too childish for me Apparently I can only have one friend and not two for you two have too much history Now I pick her over you sorry but you are a nut job
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Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 5:27 PM UTC
Psychopath
Let’s get the ball rolling: Fractions and decimals form a hill; A rock as big as a house appears at the top And starts turning at subtraction. Quicker now, here comes Derivatives And Long division. What have I done to provoke this improbable pursuer? Miscounted decimal places, Carried the wrong number, Or did I just forget to underline my answer? Questions dance in the background of operations, The star of this ill-provoked tantrum. Though it never catches me before I wake, The rock stays with me until the next act: Pieces of it stuck to my shirt Like the Devil’s Velcro golf *****
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Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 11:44 AM UTC
the Devil's Velcro golf *****
I don’t see you yet. It’s Getting Late. Where’s your white horse? Your tender speed? Cupid, I think I need to find your bow. You miscounted; Only shot one arrow. Cupid, where are you now Why don’t you come? Fix this mess you made. But it’s okay, I’ll just wait A little longer While this street light Will maybe shine a little stronger. For now I’ll just wait And the cold feels good. Wish you were here. I know I should Stop wishing on stars But it’s hard To look at something So bright And not burn your eyes And know that I Can’t feel that warmth Unless I wait A little longer.
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Mar 10, 2010
Mar 10, 2010 at 3:08 PM UTC
It's Getting Late
should one be listening? it is common courtesy, after all, yet minds designed to wander, do so, through the glass door where the waitress hoovers, reveals her scottish descent whilst delivering our coffee and the single biscuit each. miscounted . one left over. no one takes it. it feels like being in a hotel, she thought. it is old. the floor slopes nicely, warm . the chairs supportive while the sore throat slides gradually in…. sbm.
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Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 2:49 AM UTC
.the hotel.