Miscellaneous Poems Seeking Honest Critique
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Into White
I
Light – At the edge of the eye
As though
The foundation of sight – Light
Into the I
And out the other side – Sight
Like
A bullet hole
From black – Into white
II
White into black
Falling
into
a calling
of
No going back. This life
II
Will you always
be
Mine. If I sign
you
A line… of
Poetry..?
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Cipher
Poems
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Light – At the edge of the eye
As though
The foundation of sight – Light
Into the I
And out the other side – Sight
Like
A bullet hole
From black – Into white
II
White into black
Falling
into
a calling
of
No going back. This life
II
Will you always
be
Mine. If I sign
you
A line… of
Poetry..?
***
Cipher
Poems
***
#shadows
15 reads
1 Comment
What's the Price
What’s The Price *
I
Wide ranging hive minds
Understand
Your place in time
Your space
In
Rhyme. In your
interactions
&
Taking actions. In
Your
Post analysis of
all of this.
II
Place the asterisk
upon
the diameters
of
daring
&
Risk
III
Amplifying the delve
with
The context
...
I
Wide ranging hive minds
Understand
Your place in time
Your space
In
Rhyme. In your
interactions
&
Taking actions. In
Your
Post analysis of
all of this.
II
Place the asterisk
upon
the diameters
of
daring
&
Risk
III
Amplifying the delve
with
The context
...
#shadows
17 reads
0 Comments
My Hardware Life - 1
Ding, ding!
customer drives in
to pickup heavy, bulky,
generally unwieldy
already purchased merchandise
I manage the muscle men
tasked with hefting
countless, fifty-pound bags of cement
twenty-five-pound bags of rock salt
and lighter bags of stuff for gardening
redwood compost, potting soil, additives to condition your dirt
one must be careful to carry the pungent manures,
steer and more odiferous chicken at arm's-length
so you don't risk spending
the rest of your day
wearing a super smelly shirt
customer drives in
to pickup heavy, bulky,
generally unwieldy
already purchased merchandise
I manage the muscle men
tasked with hefting
countless, fifty-pound bags of cement
twenty-five-pound bags of rock salt
and lighter bags of stuff for gardening
redwood compost, potting soil, additives to condition your dirt
one must be careful to carry the pungent manures,
steer and more odiferous chicken at arm's-length
so you don't risk spending
the rest of your day
wearing a super smelly shirt
#happiness
#job
#learning
#LifeCycle
#PersonalGrowth
16 reads
0 Comments
RIP Ryan Reynolds
I
I was watching this random
youtube short
about:
Psycho killers. As the story
went on, they said the name
of my prison celly, who I
had thought of the other day.
He was the one who came up
with the term:
Urban homesteading. For
living
in
A van.
II
He told me stories about
wearing tuxes from thrift shops
and picking up chicks.
In the broadcast, it was
him…
A refined look, suit and tie,
perhaps from the thrift...
I was watching this random
youtube short
about:
Psycho killers. As the story
went on, they said the name
of my prison celly, who I
had thought of the other day.
He was the one who came up
with the term:
Urban homesteading. For
living
in
A van.
II
He told me stories about
wearing tuxes from thrift shops
and picking up chicks.
In the broadcast, it was
him…
A refined look, suit and tie,
perhaps from the thrift...
#shadows
39 reads
0 Comments
architecture
love cathedrals
southwark
st paul’s
lincoln
salisbury
canterbury
york
and castles
in particular
carreg cennon
because
as a child
I went there in
a book
southwark
st paul’s
lincoln
salisbury
canterbury
york
and castles
in particular
carreg cennon
because
as a child
I went there in
a book
#historical
20 reads
2 Comments
Fia's Frankenstein Experience
This is my masterpiece
I have poured my heart and soul into this
I must hand this in
The pounding in my chest will not cease
Every metaphor
Every juxtaposition
Was executed with
A precise description
She is going to hate it.
That witch of a woman
Who gave her power
I believe she is not human
She wields that red pen.
Like it came from hell
Burning every word
Slashing through with that demon quill
I feel sick
The deadline is today
I can go to the doctor
Get a...
I have poured my heart and soul into this
I must hand this in
The pounding in my chest will not cease
Every metaphor
Every juxtaposition
Was executed with
A precise description
She is going to hate it.
That witch of a woman
Who gave her power
I believe she is not human
She wields that red pen.
Like it came from hell
Burning every word
Slashing through with that demon quill
I feel sick
The deadline is today
I can go to the doctor
Get a...
#StreamOfConsciousness
60 reads
9 Comments
Random thought in the moon light
I wished on the sea of lost dreams
As the moon mocks me
With still water above
and turbulent currents below
What you reap
You, too, will sow
As the moon mocks me
With still water above
and turbulent currents below
What you reap
You, too, will sow
#StreamOfConsciousness
72 reads
9 Comments
Vultures
Step on up, my friend.
You too, can live in a digital hell!
Your body will decay and your brain will rot,
order now and download the latest virus.
First time customer?
Sign up free for a month!
We'll fuck with your head,
then continue to charge your card
Let the buyer beware.
Of totally random hidden fees.
We’ll get you hooked on endless misery,
and jonesing for empty promises.
Bad credit score, got you down?
No worries friend, we got you covered.
It’s our modus operandi to take advantage,
of your...
You too, can live in a digital hell!
Your body will decay and your brain will rot,
order now and download the latest virus.
First time customer?
Sign up free for a month!
We'll fuck with your head,
then continue to charge your card
Let the buyer beware.
Of totally random hidden fees.
We’ll get you hooked on endless misery,
and jonesing for empty promises.
Bad credit score, got you down?
No worries friend, we got you covered.
It’s our modus operandi to take advantage,
of your...
#philosophical
#satirical
87 reads
19 Comments
Unto Them From Us In Due Measure
I
I think that could be true, based
upon the distortions upon the few
by the many, this being, the case
that people see dudes that
Write any poetry as effeminate. With
judgement-eminent.
&
Need for a new placement
somewhere
in
The basement.
II
This is why we need:
Connor Mcgregors
to bash
Keyboards
Brash
III
Bring it all back. The poetry
to
The populous.
I think that could be true, based
upon the distortions upon the few
by the many, this being, the case
that people see dudes that
Write any poetry as effeminate. With
judgement-eminent.
&
Need for a new placement
somewhere
in
The basement.
II
This is why we need:
Connor Mcgregors
to bash
Keyboards
Brash
III
Bring it all back. The poetry
to
The populous.
#shadows
48 reads
2 Comments
once in a while
it isn’t that unhappy people
make the best humorists,
it’s just that most people are unhappy
and make light of it in public,
and some are comedians and make you laugh out loud,
but a few make you smile
make the best humorists,
it’s just that most people are unhappy
and make light of it in public,
and some are comedians and make you laugh out loud,
but a few make you smile
#dragons
41 reads
5 Comments
Univocalic (E)
Remember the December weekend
when we went There?
We were free!
Bed; sleep; zen!
Yet...
extreme freeze!
We were very peeved.
Trees were bent by the breeze;
the cement, the green—
deep sheet; gentle sheen.
Brr!
Where's my vest?
The vestments? The helmets?
Tremble, freeze, eek!
Remedy: expend restless, excess energy.
Flex feet, flex knees;
exert selves.
Deep freeze.
Breeze between zephyr, vent.
Help!
Hey! New jeep!
Wheels repel elements.
Whee!
Where we...
when we went There?
We were free!
Bed; sleep; zen!
Yet...
extreme freeze!
We were very peeved.
Trees were bent by the breeze;
the cement, the green—
deep sheet; gentle sheen.
Brr!
Where's my vest?
The vestments? The helmets?
Tremble, freeze, eek!
Remedy: expend restless, excess energy.
Flex feet, flex knees;
exert selves.
Deep freeze.
Breeze between zephyr, vent.
Help!
Hey! New jeep!
Wheels repel elements.
Whee!
Where we...
#PowerOfWords
#storm
#wind #winter
#wind #winter
36 reads
0 Comments
Not today.
As I shift and load again,
The endless tide of things.
Remnants and pieces,
of lost and forgotten priorities.
Omitted and left exceptions,
Acquired in chasing other peoples dreams.
The perplexities,
Of what we find ourselves in.
The shallow streams and
Dead end streets.
The numbers hung,
Upon the door to regret.
How,
We first met.
Tied within these reminders,
The pain of tortures,
Or the torturor, still torturing.
Is placed within a cardboard coffin.
A cursed hoard,
To summon open and lay to rest, ...
The endless tide of things.
Remnants and pieces,
of lost and forgotten priorities.
Omitted and left exceptions,
Acquired in chasing other peoples dreams.
The perplexities,
Of what we find ourselves in.
The shallow streams and
Dead end streets.
The numbers hung,
Upon the door to regret.
How,
We first met.
Tied within these reminders,
The pain of tortures,
Or the torturor, still torturing.
Is placed within a cardboard coffin.
A cursed hoard,
To summon open and lay to rest, ...
#NaPoWriMo2024
29 reads
0 Comments
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