It's ok to write poems and put them here

yeah, I'm a poem
(not a syllable wasted)
I convey meaning

Part-Time Rapper by Scott Seward

I rock rhymes.

Sometimes.

i woke up in the middle of the night the other night and thought that. and then i went back to sleep. thank you. thank you very much.

with the right beat, i think you just wrote your first #1 single!

under the fence
you crawl on all fours
the lock to open the gate
from the inside

i heard your stomach scrape
along blades of grass
split in half along the stems
lift the hinges
to let our friends in

we light soft candles reminiscent
of the end of a sunset
projected wide onto wrinkled fabric
pulled taut from clips in the corners

the double u is spoken
the double v is chiseled
w reflects the
soft m in the center of the back
yes, I’d like my heart back
x marks the spot I can wait
what time does the sun set
don’t let the dust get wet

new game plus
starts with all the items but none of the progress
or all of the progress but none of the items
or with everything you can remember
or with nothing at all

but a new body and internal clock
settling into a walking pace
might mean time might
sturdy the fall
fresh sets of rules will unfold
as peculiar rhythms that become your own

shaded blades next to
lit blades lit green
warm my toes
blue and yellow
hope I won’t bring my
giant foot in the sky
swinging down hard
to divide my yard into two
discrete zones
of careless trampling
of careful misunderstanding

he hit me hard
he felt bad
-hit me back
come on, get me back-
no, not now
not when you’re expecting it
wait until you’ve forgotten
when i finally hit back
we will both laugh

“
The old arm
Of a new love
“

God is a bouncer
Who keeps me out of bars
And pushes me home
When I’ve had too few

Put on a pair of pants
Put on one more
Put on another and you’re falling on the floor
You won’t get to the door
Put on another pair of pants

i’m so hungry
i could eat a horse
of course, of course not really
really i’m so hungry i could lick
kirk cameron’s perfect banana, sorry
how many licks does it take
to get to the center of a tootsie roll pop
i’m not 1 2 say
WHOOoooo 8 all the D, 3,
vitamin, gummies?
how i wanted it to be me
CaRUNCHing mr. ed bobbing for apples
on halloween

New crush is old crush

“His weakness was his fondness for intoxication, which had similarly fascinated primitive man”

If “I gotta cut you off” is something you’ve had said to you at the bar, and also you’re into Pina coladas

eventually
an old shoe will wear out
and be discarded

it isn't just the inevitability age

it was just tired
of feeling feet on top of it
All day
All night

it wasn't so bad when it was new
it was good to be useful
but its utility was its downfall
depleted until it was of no use to anybody
not even itself

*of age

we're deepening into May spring, and,
the sun stays out a little longer in the evenings
I consider you in all things as the warmth of the sun fades and the sky blooms neon oranges and pinks
I miss you
whoever you are now
where ever you are

sns if this is too " girly"

by the way - I am not into mentioning anyone specific but marvelous haiku and extended poems on this thread

by the way - I am not into mentioning anyone specific but marvelous haiku and extended poems on this thread

welcome stwahberry

hi. z
thank you. happy to be here

No one could ever crack the code
Of my new one

fibonacci zero one

one
dumb
son

taps drums
cracks toms
bread crumbs

glitter bombs
souvenirs
nothing’s wrong

nothing missing here
metal hooks hanging
plastic chandeliers

every time i look it’s changing
colors melting into one light
my neck’s warm and now it’s raining

this ceiling will disappear when the music is right
on time would be an odd way to start a performance
do sheep dream of electricity, the key, string, kite

sky was alive now it’s dormant
the bottom fell out of the air
from the green streams crawls the tortoise

to tell a tall tale
of golden ratios
and beach ball sized hail

hell windblown
closed drive thru
missed free throws

who knew
what when
did you

reach
the
end

I was just thinking about impermanence and how something/one is forever changing. we go through nfinite metamorphosis - all the time everywhere collectively, though not at the same frequencies is what I've come to