Submissions by Mastersensation (Pent)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I hope you find a treasure in my trash. Pent
Still Nurturing Our Friendship
I text my old friend
We laugh about things from college
He invites me there
We laugh about things from college
He invites me there
#kindness
#friendship
#senryu
368 reads
6 Comments
Thunderous 2
A flash of lightning
Blood washed away from the scene
Darkness lit again
Blood washed away from the scene
Darkness lit again
#storm
#haiku
#tragedy
449 reads
2 Comments
So Simply Sexy
Next to the water, sipping her drink
Hair let loose in the breeze
Practical glasses, contented face
A simple sundress adorned with ease
Flat-bottomed shoes to match
Strolling the boardwalk look
At the moment she sits on a bench
Immersed in her favorite book
Hair let loose in the breeze
Practical glasses, contented face
A simple sundress adorned with ease
Flat-bottomed shoes to match
Strolling the boardwalk look
At the moment she sits on a bench
Immersed in her favorite book
#sexy
682 reads
8 Comments
A Silly Haiku About Frogs
Frogs 🐸 hop on long legs
Lily pads distribute their weight
Or else, they will croak
Lily pads distribute their weight
Or else, they will croak
#nature
#haiku
319 reads
4 Comments
Words Have Powers
I got an ominous vibe
Didn't remember who they knew
Some souped up car in the garage
An eerie shade of blackish-blue
I felt like an intruder
Ducking to descend the basement steps
Various weapons adorned the walls
Strangers stood in the shadowy depths
I moderated my consumption
Needed a level head
A fistful of pills was offered
Yellow, white, black, and red
Refusing felt like a mistake
Looked around for a familiar face
Only strangers filed into the room
It was a dark, and shrinking space
...
Didn't remember who they knew
Some souped up car in the garage
An eerie shade of blackish-blue
I felt like an intruder
Ducking to descend the basement steps
Various weapons adorned the walls
Strangers stood in the shadowy depths
I moderated my consumption
Needed a level head
A fistful of pills was offered
Yellow, white, black, and red
Refusing felt like a mistake
Looked around for a familiar face
Only strangers filed into the room
It was a dark, and shrinking space
...
#death
#LifeAsAWriter
#choices
500 reads
4 Comments
Sharing
I love the feeling
Of not having to go to work tomorrow,
Physical exhaustion,
Contribution, and
A long shower.
She loves the feeling
Of no one else is up and about yet,
Half an hour with a coffee,
A breakfast fire, and
Birds waking.
We love how it feels
To prepare each other's morning brew,
Pick out this year's flowers,
Tend sore muscles, and
Share long drives.
.
I love it when
I'm kissed just for coming home,
The news, and dinner mingle,
We've shared our day, and
There's a quiet,...
Of not having to go to work tomorrow,
Physical exhaustion,
Contribution, and
A long shower.
She loves the feeling
Of no one else is up and about yet,
Half an hour with a coffee,
A breakfast fire, and
Birds waking.
We love how it feels
To prepare each other's morning brew,
Pick out this year's flowers,
Tend sore muscles, and
Share long drives.
.
I love it when
I'm kissed just for coming home,
The news, and dinner mingle,
We've shared our day, and
There's a quiet,...
#love
#friendship
#support
#responsibility
#SelfWorth
391 reads
4 Comments
Ukulele
She plays her ukulele
A single mom next door
I think that she's improving
Told her to play it more
Someone shouted once
"You're playing it too loud"
She continued strumming
Made me kinda proud
I've been in her shoes
With a trumpet, and guitar
Played in our garage
The door was not ajar
I admit to playing poor
Was hard to tolerate
But now I'm good at both
Though I never will be great
A single mom next door
I think that she's improving
Told her to play it more
Someone shouted once
"You're playing it too loud"
She continued strumming
Made me kinda proud
I've been in her shoes
With a trumpet, and guitar
Played in our garage
The door was not ajar
I admit to playing poor
Was hard to tolerate
But now I'm good at both
Though I never will be great
#music
#tolerance
320 reads
2 Comments
Love is...
When the electricity
Still entices me
It's clear to see
Our serendipity
Thank you for loving me
Still entices me
It's clear to see
Our serendipity
Thank you for loving me
#love
291 reads
4 Comments
Concrete Grass
We are not going green
Only grey
Dress it up with graffiti called art
It's still lipstick on rubble
Whole neighborhoods cover the fields
Swallowing quaint towns
And old men with stubble
Even the green remaining requires shoes
Needles, and perfecting pesticides
Children laughing
Using chalk in a concrete bubble
A lucky few still skip out the front door
Blades between toes
But tax coffers echo
As mayors longingly stare at them
Through their Hubble
"So long!", Progress laughs
Corn...
Only grey
Dress it up with graffiti called art
It's still lipstick on rubble
Whole neighborhoods cover the fields
Swallowing quaint towns
And old men with stubble
Even the green remaining requires shoes
Needles, and perfecting pesticides
Children laughing
Using chalk in a concrete bubble
A lucky few still skip out the front door
Blades between toes
But tax coffers echo
As mayors longingly stare at them
Through their Hubble
"So long!", Progress laughs
Corn...
#sadness
#city
#nature
#disappointment
#desert
681 reads
4 Comments
Dying Potential
Youth shouts for answers
Unhugged elders waste knowledge
Breathless behind masks
Unhugged elders waste knowledge
Breathless behind masks
#shame
#senryu
352 reads
2 Comments
Pencils
![restricted poem](/images/extremecontent.jpg)
#addiction
#dirty
513 reads
1 Comment
None is More
I overslept
My 20 minutes away from the time I leave for work cracked
The safety net
Dress, bathroom, coffee on the balcony smoke
Thermos, lunch, gadgets packed
Sneak back out
One last stick as I sit at the 25 minute mark
A neighbor shouts
"Whatcha doing Ray?", and he tells her
He'll come up for a beer
It's no longer dark
I'm sober now
Almost two years since I last overextended my liver
I gave up cow too
But only long enough to tell myself I had done it
Though it's still medium rare
Which is my...
My 20 minutes away from the time I leave for work cracked
The safety net
Dress, bathroom, coffee on the balcony smoke
Thermos, lunch, gadgets packed
Sneak back out
One last stick as I sit at the 25 minute mark
A neighbor shouts
"Whatcha doing Ray?", and he tells her
He'll come up for a beer
It's no longer dark
I'm sober now
Almost two years since I last overextended my liver
I gave up cow too
But only long enough to tell myself I had done it
Though it's still medium rare
Which is my...
#alcohol
#IMissYou
403 reads
7 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by Mastersensation (Pent)