Punker poems on Hello Poetry

Ray Apr 2017

***** and shucks aside
We roll this way and that
Your hand never leaves my side;
Wrapped around my waist line or
******* in my "adorable" red *******.
Your fingers never moved an inch
Away from me that night
Even at 3 when you realized you hogged
The whole blanket you wrapped it
Right back around me.
And you never left.
Never turned your back.
Hippy haired boy
Youre gonna destroy me.
Post ******* punker
With a heart so big I don't know how
To feel.

Tommy Jackson Jan 2016

You are the guitar

Find an instrument
Pick up a tune
Strum, drum, get out of the few.
Be the one
The only
Be the man or woman you were meant to be. Be a musician, or be a tree. Be a punker, or weird hippy. Be a ****, with the cool new kicks. Listen to the stones, zeppelin, mc hammer. Or styx. Pick up an instrument, make your own chord. Don't let life go by so easy. You are the guitar.

Pink Halverson Jul 2024

12.9.23

You expected romance from a skater boy.
That really is on you.
What did you think
he was going to do?
Buy you roses?
Make you dinner?
Give you something sweet,
heartfelt?

You expected romance from a barfly.
What a silly thing to do!
It's your fault you wanted more
when he wants nothing
more from you.
He doesn't want
your stupid flowers,
fancy dinners,
heartfelt things.
He just wants
to go play pool
where all the drunken people sing.

You expected romance from a punker.
You learned this lesson once.
They attempt to write you poetry
not knowing how to rhyme with 'love.'
They won't send you sweet songs
Cause they'd rather faces melt.

Really
the fall
you experience now
is from wanting something else.

Jonathan Gordon Apr 16

Belated farewell, Mitch the *****

You loved that girl who sang for Clown Alley. I remember the night we saw them play. I saw a tragic passion I don’t envy never to have felt. You were a virtuoso on the piano. You were the “oldest punker and the poorest Jew” who OD’d in a warehouse south of Market. I don’t know why, but your memory sticks like gum on the heel of my shoe. You killed yourself on ******, but you are alive every time I think of you.

Nomen May 2020

Let's Get ******

Young guy of fourteen
Got paid five bucks
By a junior punker chick
Just to show it limp
Making one feel like a natural born ****
She said bet when it gets hard
It must get real thick
She was right about the ****
And wanna know what else is sick?
One freshman
Two senior ladies
Looking just like Mary Jane
And Gwen Stacy
This Parker of the Peter
That night kept his virginity
At the 18th birthday party
Of a certain Mr. Levy
But he still got into Gwen's mouth
Whilst M.J. was too busy necking to look south
Pretty close to a ******* there...
Well done!
Too bad the pair instead
Had to turn tail and run
Right as the fun had just begun
No statutory **** took place
Unfortunately
Those chicks just had to act with great responsibility

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