Poetry competition CLOSED 22nd March 2023 11:39am
WINNER
Betty
Betty
Poem of the Month - March 2023
Poetry Contest Description
Three weeks to nominate your favorite poems!
You have THREE weeks to nominate no more than THREE of your favorite poems from another DUP poet!
Please note the following guidelines when making nominations:
The voting for this competition is anonymous; therefore,spoken word nominations will be disqualified. You may nominate Spoken Word pieces in the competition below.
Spoken Word of the Month Comp (every other month) is here:
(Link coming soon!)
New Member ( six ( 6 ) months or less ) of the Month comp is here:
(Link coming soon!)
1. Self nominations are not accepted. The great majority of the competitions here are about spotlighting one's own work on a particular topic or theme. This is a chance to nominate that poem that you wish you had written but some other great talent here beat you to it.
2. You may nominate only THREE poems from THREE different DU members.
3. No DUPLICATE NOMINATIONS. If you nominate a poem that has already been nominated you will be asked to replace the nomination.
4. Any genre except erotica or pornography. This is a Facebook feature and we must adhere to their guidelines.
5. Any member who is banned or disables their account PRIOR to winning will be automatically disqualified.
6. One win per member per calendar year, beginning with the month they win.
7. Please notify your nominee they have been nominated.
Nomination Duration is three weeks followed by a week of site voting!
Current Poem of the Month Hall of Famers:
2023:
January - Styxian
February - Daniel Christensen
2022:
January - Luna Greyhawk
February - AspergerPoet
March - Relic-54
April - Alan-S-Jeeves
May - _feral
June - Nevermindthegaps
July - Indie
August - inechoingsilence
September - Rianne
October - Bluevelvete
November - Honoria
December - KristinaX
2021:
January - brokentitanium (k.)
February - SatinUgal
March - X
April - RiAN
May - DaisyGrace
June - Bluevelvete
July - Jemac
August - Northern_Soul (-Missy-)
September - Joshsam
October - cold_fusion
November - Buddhakitty
December - Particles_of_HerII
2020
January- NEW BEGINNINGS
February - EDIBLE WORDS
March - MADAME LAVENDER
APRIL - MONKEYMAN
MAY - TIMAGINATION543
JUNE - LEPPEROCHAN (Craic-Dealer)
JULY - STRANGEWAYS_ROB
August - Daniel Christensen
September - Aspergerpoet
October - Lunagreyhawk
November - Kristinax
December - Ahavati
2019
January - DANIELCHRISTENSEN
February - SOPHIE_ERICSON
March - AUDIOHARLEEA
April - FROM THE ASH
May - MISS_SUB
June - NAAJIR
July - LAYLA
August, 2019 - AHAVATI
September - MISS_SUB
October - HOWLING_WHELMS
November - JOHNNY BLAZE
December - RACHEL_LAUREN
2018
January - LADY_OF_THE_QUILL
February - LEPPEROCHAN Craic in a Box
March - TINABUBUYA (Tee Mali)
April - CROWFLY
May - ATOMIKBOMB
June - MISS_SUB (Missy)
July - MEADOWSWEET
August - LAYLA
September - COLD FUSION
October - TODSKI28
November - TheMUSE22
December - BENDER
2017
January - VEE
February - CRIMSIN
March - ONEFIFTYSIX
April - DANIEL CHRISTENSEN
May - ALEXANDER CASE
June - AEMelia564
July - THE_SILLY_SIBYL (Jack Thomas Heslop)
August - QUIETUSQUILL
September - _SHADOE_
October - POETSREVENGE
November - NAAJIR
December - POETSPEAK
2016
November - JOHN FEDDELER
December - AHAVATI
Please note the following guidelines when making nominations:
The voting for this competition is anonymous; therefore,spoken word nominations will be disqualified. You may nominate Spoken Word pieces in the competition below.
Spoken Word of the Month Comp (every other month) is here:
(Link coming soon!)
New Member ( six ( 6 ) months or less ) of the Month comp is here:
(Link coming soon!)
1. Self nominations are not accepted. The great majority of the competitions here are about spotlighting one's own work on a particular topic or theme. This is a chance to nominate that poem that you wish you had written but some other great talent here beat you to it.
2. You may nominate only THREE poems from THREE different DU members.
3. No DUPLICATE NOMINATIONS. If you nominate a poem that has already been nominated you will be asked to replace the nomination.
4. Any genre except erotica or pornography. This is a Facebook feature and we must adhere to their guidelines.
5. Any member who is banned or disables their account PRIOR to winning will be automatically disqualified.
6. One win per member per calendar year, beginning with the month they win.
7. Please notify your nominee they have been nominated.
Nomination Duration is three weeks followed by a week of site voting!
Current Poem of the Month Hall of Famers:
2023:
January - Styxian
February - Daniel Christensen
2022:
January - Luna Greyhawk
February - AspergerPoet
March - Relic-54
April - Alan-S-Jeeves
May - _feral
June - Nevermindthegaps
July - Indie
August - inechoingsilence
September - Rianne
October - Bluevelvete
November - Honoria
December - KristinaX
2021:
January - brokentitanium (k.)
February - SatinUgal
March - X
April - RiAN
May - DaisyGrace
June - Bluevelvete
July - Jemac
August - Northern_Soul (-Missy-)
September - Joshsam
October - cold_fusion
November - Buddhakitty
December - Particles_of_HerII
2020
January- NEW BEGINNINGS
February - EDIBLE WORDS
March - MADAME LAVENDER
APRIL - MONKEYMAN
MAY - TIMAGINATION543
JUNE - LEPPEROCHAN (Craic-Dealer)
JULY - STRANGEWAYS_ROB
August - Daniel Christensen
September - Aspergerpoet
October - Lunagreyhawk
November - Kristinax
December - Ahavati
2019
January - DANIELCHRISTENSEN
February - SOPHIE_ERICSON
March - AUDIOHARLEEA
April - FROM THE ASH
May - MISS_SUB
June - NAAJIR
July - LAYLA
August, 2019 - AHAVATI
September - MISS_SUB
October - HOWLING_WHELMS
November - JOHNNY BLAZE
December - RACHEL_LAUREN
2018
January - LADY_OF_THE_QUILL
February - LEPPEROCHAN Craic in a Box
March - TINABUBUYA (Tee Mali)
April - CROWFLY
May - ATOMIKBOMB
June - MISS_SUB (Missy)
July - MEADOWSWEET
August - LAYLA
September - COLD FUSION
October - TODSKI28
November - TheMUSE22
December - BENDER
2017
January - VEE
February - CRIMSIN
March - ONEFIFTYSIX
April - DANIEL CHRISTENSEN
May - ALEXANDER CASE
June - AEMelia564
July - THE_SILLY_SIBYL (Jack Thomas Heslop)
August - QUIETUSQUILL
September - _SHADOE_
October - POETSREVENGE
November - NAAJIR
December - POETSPEAK
2016
November - JOHN FEDDELER
December - AHAVATI
Anonymous
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Hardest Goodbye
Time continues to stands still
As my heart still has not got the time to heal
I was not prepared for the abrupt goodbyes
Or your spirit kissing me in the wind
As you tell me that you will see me on the other side
When I lost you, I lost apart of myself that I can never get back
I lie awake at night on my soaked pillow
Wishing that I can have one more minute, second, hour or day with you
But, I knew that once God collected you my angel
That you were his for the taken
We are truly living on borrowed times
You can truly be here today and gone tomorrow
So, please cherish those that are placed in your life
Never take their love and presence for granted
As my heart still has not got the time to heal
I was not prepared for the abrupt goodbyes
Or your spirit kissing me in the wind
As you tell me that you will see me on the other side
When I lost you, I lost apart of myself that I can never get back
I lie awake at night on my soaked pillow
Wishing that I can have one more minute, second, hour or day with you
But, I knew that once God collected you my angel
That you were his for the taken
We are truly living on borrowed times
You can truly be here today and gone tomorrow
So, please cherish those that are placed in your life
Never take their love and presence for granted
Written by LibraSoul96
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Nirvana...
The melodic elements always harken to thy ears when the universe chimes
It always pours the fastest, rings the loudest, when blending with the sands of time
My mind is alert, yet
Attentive, attuned, fortified when at rest
A blessed one not to bow down to the pitfalls of reality only to have love keep me centered, a chromatic wonderous soul making my heart melt
It’s a rarity to see extraordinary minds not tied into life by Gordian knots
Hate, degrading, fostering deceptive plots
I am the rhythm and the reason behind the sultry introduction of who I am
A person, once in my presence if you are not holding my hand will never come to understand
I wait for no one, I make my future, I trail my path, follow my own shadow, and sit, lay, stand, as I please
Bathing in your intellect, orbiting your heart, just as soft as a caressing gentle breeze
No excuses of me, it would deem untrue, never have I marginalized lies
God molded me by his spiritual designs, from the woman within, then sent me from the skies
I am the Eve of Mother Nature from the beginning
I stand in faith, in this life to win it, staying uprooted, and always praying for those incoming enemies
Close your eyes… shh… that peace of your mind has gathered and collected
I am there, where love is beautifully invested
Never contested, to give of my pleasure is never lessened
Do you know me, or the aura of your mind you mentally make believe
The care in my hands, society needs, famished hope, my assurance feeds
False illusions found in blind eyes, the weight of superficial egos walking the vast lands, ill-mannered theories of the worth found to deceive
But why, and who am I, you whisper to your vessel of old
I am the wise invention of your intellect for the pleasures my existence has already foretold
I give of me to forsake the scarlet letters of scented pain
Catch the silent tears falling in the midnight rain
When fused within the doctrine of my soul, I give you the prayed sunshine in His name
You asked, allow me to amuse your spirit as I kiss upon your temple, as we bask in glory
Do not attempt thy Creator to henceforth in anyone's purgatory
I am the open book you to come seek, when picked up thumbing through for an inviting peek
The influence of merit who holds you down
Quiet laughter in my voice, to uplift you when tears are comforting your frown
The nakedness of my gifts ordained from my womb
Spread of my love from the hair strands atop my head until the last breath as my soul rests until resurrected in my tomb
Intellectual, professional, naughtiness, within the sweetness of earth's realm, my enveloping Charkas, the mystic of my free spirit, the moon tenderly consumes
As I turn my back, standing in awe, as daylight looms
Listening to the ancient incantations ordained by Heaven's Bassoon
#BlackHistoryMonthMyWay
It always pours the fastest, rings the loudest, when blending with the sands of time
My mind is alert, yet
Attentive, attuned, fortified when at rest
A blessed one not to bow down to the pitfalls of reality only to have love keep me centered, a chromatic wonderous soul making my heart melt
It’s a rarity to see extraordinary minds not tied into life by Gordian knots
Hate, degrading, fostering deceptive plots
I am the rhythm and the reason behind the sultry introduction of who I am
A person, once in my presence if you are not holding my hand will never come to understand
I wait for no one, I make my future, I trail my path, follow my own shadow, and sit, lay, stand, as I please
Bathing in your intellect, orbiting your heart, just as soft as a caressing gentle breeze
No excuses of me, it would deem untrue, never have I marginalized lies
God molded me by his spiritual designs, from the woman within, then sent me from the skies
I am the Eve of Mother Nature from the beginning
I stand in faith, in this life to win it, staying uprooted, and always praying for those incoming enemies
Close your eyes… shh… that peace of your mind has gathered and collected
I am there, where love is beautifully invested
Never contested, to give of my pleasure is never lessened
Do you know me, or the aura of your mind you mentally make believe
The care in my hands, society needs, famished hope, my assurance feeds
False illusions found in blind eyes, the weight of superficial egos walking the vast lands, ill-mannered theories of the worth found to deceive
But why, and who am I, you whisper to your vessel of old
I am the wise invention of your intellect for the pleasures my existence has already foretold
I give of me to forsake the scarlet letters of scented pain
Catch the silent tears falling in the midnight rain
When fused within the doctrine of my soul, I give you the prayed sunshine in His name
You asked, allow me to amuse your spirit as I kiss upon your temple, as we bask in glory
Do not attempt thy Creator to henceforth in anyone's purgatory
I am the open book you to come seek, when picked up thumbing through for an inviting peek
The influence of merit who holds you down
Quiet laughter in my voice, to uplift you when tears are comforting your frown
The nakedness of my gifts ordained from my womb
Spread of my love from the hair strands atop my head until the last breath as my soul rests until resurrected in my tomb
Intellectual, professional, naughtiness, within the sweetness of earth's realm, my enveloping Charkas, the mystic of my free spirit, the moon tenderly consumes
As I turn my back, standing in awe, as daylight looms
Listening to the ancient incantations ordained by Heaven's Bassoon
#BlackHistoryMonthMyWay
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Let me catch
your exhale
in my lungs
while tides
lap against
our bare feet,
so that should
I blink in this
ephemeral moment,
I have your essence
indelibly captured
in my bloodstream
so that should
my eyes be stricken
with sudden blindness,
such as plagues
the rest of the world,
I could still
outline your
your silhouette
in minute detail
with the
capillaries
feeding my heart
Your facets
in the sunlit ocean
refract against
my
relentless
desire
and I’m left with
oxygen-starved eyes,
and gasping pores
Because seeing you
as you
is unparalleled
but it’s not enough
it’s never enough.
So, darling,
let me catch
your exhale
in my lungs,
while tides
lap against our bare feet,
leave the imprint of your
everything
so deeply inside me,
that I could
live without air.
your exhale
in my lungs
while tides
lap against
our bare feet,
so that should
I blink in this
ephemeral moment,
I have your essence
indelibly captured
in my bloodstream
so that should
my eyes be stricken
with sudden blindness,
such as plagues
the rest of the world,
I could still
outline your
your silhouette
in minute detail
with the
capillaries
feeding my heart
Your facets
in the sunlit ocean
refract against
my
relentless
desire
and I’m left with
oxygen-starved eyes,
and gasping pores
Because seeing you
as you
is unparalleled
but it’s not enough
it’s never enough.
So, darling,
let me catch
your exhale
in my lungs,
while tides
lap against our bare feet,
leave the imprint of your
everything
so deeply inside me,
that I could
live without air.
Written by Betty
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Revivified
It is better if you lie awake
then to visit any dream.
As you can recall,
they are currently nightmares.
The rising heat
keeps you bare-skinned.
Hand me your heart
I will untangle you
and bring back your fire.
You do not need to know how to travel.
You do not need to hide you are art.
Brought a boat for you.
The seas are calm
and we sway
with the ocean's journey.
Let us escape to a time
when you were once whole.
You were made perfect.
So unique that you were left hollow.
Stare into the moon;
it delivers hope and happiness.
Let it serenade us as we arrive
with offerings
made from your golden touch.
This is not a dream.
Face what I have brought you to.
Five letters in my name,
and you can adorn each letter
with the purity of your tears.
A rose will grow
from the base of who I am to you.
Allow me to absorb the pain;
let go of your troubles.
I will lie you across the constellations
where you will bask, lighting the night.
As the roses bloom,
they breathe life into you,
exposing themselves
to your soft caress.
There is elegance in vulnerability
but wickedness when it is mishandled.
You will remove every thorn
just to feel physical pain,
and I will kiss each finger.
Soothing your touch delicately.
As you hold the petals,
you can feel the grace of who you are
and wrap us in your wonder.
We gaze into the velvet blades
of your unlimited affection.
As you stand here in a moment
with me,
your heart is melding,
healing your once-rotting corpse.
I see you are sky-bound
and accepted by the cold night.
You are made of refined magic
that will outlast any tainted sorcery.
You play with daises,
"she loves, she loves me not."
and I kiss your cheek
because every time
you are left with she loves me.
You are still love filled
believe it or not.
The roses burst
showing every color of your heart
that you had left forgotten.
Let it be natural to your soul and fall
into the overwhelming beauty of your essence.
Singing me songs
from your now healed heart.
You are embraced
and are no longer the rotting thing
you once felt was the end.
You can breathe and feel again.
Existence at long last.
It is far from over,
but now you must rest,
my dear,
so you can dream.
Tears of joy will cascade
from the canthus of your eyes.
When you wake, don your morning cloak
so we can enjoy the sunrise.
then to visit any dream.
As you can recall,
they are currently nightmares.
The rising heat
keeps you bare-skinned.
Hand me your heart
I will untangle you
and bring back your fire.
You do not need to know how to travel.
You do not need to hide you are art.
Brought a boat for you.
The seas are calm
and we sway
with the ocean's journey.
Let us escape to a time
when you were once whole.
You were made perfect.
So unique that you were left hollow.
Stare into the moon;
it delivers hope and happiness.
Let it serenade us as we arrive
with offerings
made from your golden touch.
This is not a dream.
Face what I have brought you to.
Five letters in my name,
and you can adorn each letter
with the purity of your tears.
A rose will grow
from the base of who I am to you.
Allow me to absorb the pain;
let go of your troubles.
I will lie you across the constellations
where you will bask, lighting the night.
As the roses bloom,
they breathe life into you,
exposing themselves
to your soft caress.
There is elegance in vulnerability
but wickedness when it is mishandled.
You will remove every thorn
just to feel physical pain,
and I will kiss each finger.
Soothing your touch delicately.
As you hold the petals,
you can feel the grace of who you are
and wrap us in your wonder.
We gaze into the velvet blades
of your unlimited affection.
As you stand here in a moment
with me,
your heart is melding,
healing your once-rotting corpse.
I see you are sky-bound
and accepted by the cold night.
You are made of refined magic
that will outlast any tainted sorcery.
You play with daises,
"she loves, she loves me not."
and I kiss your cheek
because every time
you are left with she loves me.
You are still love filled
believe it or not.
The roses burst
showing every color of your heart
that you had left forgotten.
Let it be natural to your soul and fall
into the overwhelming beauty of your essence.
Singing me songs
from your now healed heart.
You are embraced
and are no longer the rotting thing
you once felt was the end.
You can breathe and feel again.
Existence at long last.
It is far from over,
but now you must rest,
my dear,
so you can dream.
Tears of joy will cascade
from the canthus of your eyes.
When you wake, don your morning cloak
so we can enjoy the sunrise.
Written by Ljdynamic
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Perplexed
Now I know
that I always wanted
the off-white
of the passions.
Sheets, balconies and clotheslines
and bodies like that
placed in slave blue
of mornings.
Left me,
forgotten about the body,
taken by the rivers
in the fear green
of the galaxy.
Now I know
that I never
saw
a hand's breadth
in front of the eyes
on the light black
of dreams.
In the killer's house
everything is
hopelessly
painted red
so to raise no suspicion...
Slowly we wandered,
in the discreet morning,
like goldfish,
in scales and veils.
Memory of the taste of light on the tongue
we walked, without rhyme, on the sidewalks.
Like goldfish,
in a hypnotic night,
we breathed without breath
imposed fumes.
Like goldfish.
Like rainbows.
Like oat flakes and white wine.
Fast we flew in the beaten night.
We were weightless bodies
We ate light in the void
of the pathetic afternoon!
We swam in circles,
in soft water,
like goldfish
on the roof of the mouth.
PAR
that I always wanted
the off-white
of the passions.
Sheets, balconies and clotheslines
and bodies like that
placed in slave blue
of mornings.
Left me,
forgotten about the body,
taken by the rivers
in the fear green
of the galaxy.
Now I know
that I never
saw
a hand's breadth
in front of the eyes
on the light black
of dreams.
In the killer's house
everything is
hopelessly
painted red
so to raise no suspicion...
Slowly we wandered,
in the discreet morning,
like goldfish,
in scales and veils.
Memory of the taste of light on the tongue
we walked, without rhyme, on the sidewalks.
Like goldfish,
in a hypnotic night,
we breathed without breath
imposed fumes.
Like goldfish.
Like rainbows.
Like oat flakes and white wine.
Fast we flew in the beaten night.
We were weightless bodies
We ate light in the void
of the pathetic afternoon!
We swam in circles,
in soft water,
like goldfish
on the roof of the mouth.
PAR
Written by PAR
(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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Urgency of the Blizzard
Not even sure if this rhythm between
my thorax and lips counts as breathing
Eyes slub white of the skies
onto heart’hed carpet,
where stitched sinew will weave
infernal limits of our mortal limbs
Bogarted by biography baggage
of all the poetry joints, she walked into here,
began slinging ice and lemon o’er bitter embers
Kindle is not exclusive for reading on trains.
Suburban Phoenix stocks supermarket shelves
with nectar for gravel-voiced sirens, shopped
twin-flamed from a double-barrel shotgun, trigger
Soon,
aching flakes in blood-lit dark
dot spaces to top of staircases,
amber street light cracks snow-globes
tiny arms ready to embrace love’s longing,
Gentle breeze tumbles minute book shelf
pen waits to be unsheathed, cursor closes,
rage of the page, sun streamed chapters,
our eclipse is merely an ellipsis away
Thumbprints on coastal path
leave braille trails in the snow,
touch the land and feel
my whispers on your skin
my thorax and lips counts as breathing
Eyes slub white of the skies
onto heart’hed carpet,
where stitched sinew will weave
infernal limits of our mortal limbs
Bogarted by biography baggage
of all the poetry joints, she walked into here,
began slinging ice and lemon o’er bitter embers
Kindle is not exclusive for reading on trains.
Suburban Phoenix stocks supermarket shelves
with nectar for gravel-voiced sirens, shopped
twin-flamed from a double-barrel shotgun, trigger
Soon,
aching flakes in blood-lit dark
dot spaces to top of staircases,
amber street light cracks snow-globes
tiny arms ready to embrace love’s longing,
Gentle breeze tumbles minute book shelf
pen waits to be unsheathed, cursor closes,
rage of the page, sun streamed chapters,
our eclipse is merely an ellipsis away
Thumbprints on coastal path
leave braille trails in the snow,
touch the land and feel
my whispers on your skin
Written by Strangeways_Rob
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Self Soulmate
꧁꧂
𝕊cant embers of awareness are easily kindled should the need arise
ℍypnotic stares reach for blankets folded near fragmented breezes
𝕊ignificantly, the warmth of aloneness engulfs your worthy self relationship
𝕌nfound sleep welcomes shrieks from feral cats stifling the knocks of unwanted thoughts entering as unannounced guests
a morning splash of water
a sip of afternoon tea
a nightly lock inspection
𝔼xistence becomes a lost love to dwell upon
𝔸s if waving goodbye with raised hand somehow makes the soon-to-be lost connection last longer
𝕋his is where the self soulmate awaits,
where the mind and heart transcends
𝕎hen completely letting go feels dishonorable
discovery illuminates
embers light
aloneness interprets
𝕊uddenly the coldness of the room is a gift,
you are alive, you feel
𝔹reathing is felt and heard, the dust on the mantle continues to lay
𝕊pring orders the buds to awaken regardless of their thoughts in hibernation
𝔻espite efforts to devalue, your self soulmate independently mandates you are worthy
𝔼xistence becomes something to chase,
to celebrate
❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉
𝕊cant embers of awareness are easily kindled should the need arise
ℍypnotic stares reach for blankets folded near fragmented breezes
𝕊ignificantly, the warmth of aloneness engulfs your worthy self relationship
𝕌nfound sleep welcomes shrieks from feral cats stifling the knocks of unwanted thoughts entering as unannounced guests
a morning splash of water
a sip of afternoon tea
a nightly lock inspection
𝔼xistence becomes a lost love to dwell upon
𝔸s if waving goodbye with raised hand somehow makes the soon-to-be lost connection last longer
𝕋his is where the self soulmate awaits,
where the mind and heart transcends
𝕎hen completely letting go feels dishonorable
discovery illuminates
embers light
aloneness interprets
𝕊uddenly the coldness of the room is a gift,
you are alive, you feel
𝔹reathing is felt and heard, the dust on the mantle continues to lay
𝕊pring orders the buds to awaken regardless of their thoughts in hibernation
𝔻espite efforts to devalue, your self soulmate independently mandates you are worthy
𝔼xistence becomes something to chase,
to celebrate
❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉
Written by NightGoddess
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The 4th line alone deserves and invites a thousand readings. The poems' beauty lays within the effortless weavings of the mundane and a celebration of life and self worth.
I cut a BIG FART in CVS this morning while buying a gift card
Yeah
Thought nobody was around around so I let it rip
It was much louder than I presumed it would be
This woman who works there gave me a sly smile
Think she was jealous
Was hoping for a discount on my purchase
Maybe next time
She'll remember me
That's for sure
Thought nobody was around around so I let it rip
It was much louder than I presumed it would be
This woman who works there gave me a sly smile
Think she was jealous
Was hoping for a discount on my purchase
Maybe next time
She'll remember me
That's for sure
Written by PoetSpeak
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