Submissions by wallyroo92
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Inspired by life, literature, love and music.
Sugar Skull Kisses
You sparked something in me that marked me forever yours
Imbued in an interlude of fleeting smiles and affectionate gazes
Because in those early phases and stages all I wanted to do
Was take my chances even when the circumstances got in the way
The antics of this hopeless romantic was to let you know how I felt
How I’d dealt with passions and I’d melt at the sound of your voice
I’d lose my poise around you and rejoiced that I had found my paradise
Hypnotized whenever I’d look into your eyes and held you in my arms
And for the ten years gone...
Imbued in an interlude of fleeting smiles and affectionate gazes
Because in those early phases and stages all I wanted to do
Was take my chances even when the circumstances got in the way
The antics of this hopeless romantic was to let you know how I felt
How I’d dealt with passions and I’d melt at the sound of your voice
I’d lose my poise around you and rejoiced that I had found my paradise
Hypnotized whenever I’d look into your eyes and held you in my arms
And for the ten years gone...
#love
#romantic
511 reads
9 Comments
Going Stir Crazy
For five months I have been working from home
I shaved my head now I don’t need a comb
But I’m still going stir crazy
Some days are a little hazy
Like I’m losing my mind
Or I’m falling behind
On quarantine
I use this screen
Frugal
Google
Chrome
I shaved my head now I don’t need a comb
But I’m still going stir crazy
Some days are a little hazy
Like I’m losing my mind
Or I’m falling behind
On quarantine
I use this screen
Frugal
Chrome
#rhyming
#pandemic
390 reads
5 Comments
Mike the Owl
Who’s that on the mic?
Ooh! It’s Mike the Owl!
And if you ask what’s he like –
I’d say with a growl that fowl is foul!
He doesn’t speak much but on the microphone his beak can spit a sick beat,
Many times he has shown his rhythm and rhymes are a hoot and an absolute treat,
I’m talon you he’s like a beast released in the wild the way he feasts on emcees who’ve tried,
Because with one fell swoop he’ll whoop some ass then you too will be left wide eyed.
Mike the owl will look at you with a scowl and straight up ask if you want to...
Ooh! It’s Mike the Owl!
And if you ask what’s he like –
I’d say with a growl that fowl is foul!
He doesn’t speak much but on the microphone his beak can spit a sick beat,
Many times he has shown his rhythm and rhymes are a hoot and an absolute treat,
I’m talon you he’s like a beast released in the wild the way he feasts on emcees who’ve tried,
Because with one fell swoop he’ll whoop some ass then you too will be left wide eyed.
Mike the owl will look at you with a scowl and straight up ask if you want to...
#nature
#rhyming
#funny
361 reads
2 Comments
As I Grow Old with Grays
The times are changing
As I grow old with grays
I’m busy rearranging
Closer to my last days –
The years go by faster
As I move a little slow
Not yet out to pasture
But I hear the wind blow –
The words escape me
As I write the truth
For all that shaped me
Withered away in youth –
I count every wrinkle
Claiming each as mine
But also see a twinkle
In the life I still define –
Then I begin to smile
I still have time
It might be a while
It may be my prime –
Nothing is...
As I grow old with grays
I’m busy rearranging
Closer to my last days –
The years go by faster
As I move a little slow
Not yet out to pasture
But I hear the wind blow –
The words escape me
As I write the truth
For all that shaped me
Withered away in youth –
I count every wrinkle
Claiming each as mine
But also see a twinkle
In the life I still define –
Then I begin to smile
I still have time
It might be a while
It may be my prime –
Nothing is...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeGoals
#SelfReflection
#EmilyDickinson
401 reads
6 Comments
Pickles
So here it is, you asked for a poem about pickles,
It will be a mess when it trickles down the microphone,
The jokes may be a little fickle and not as good as Don Rickles,
If you remember the old sicko who used to tickle people’s funny bones.
I expect to get paid a nickel for every time I rhyme,
So if you count in the previous line – that adds up to a dime,
And though I’m still wondering why you wanted a piece about a veggie,
I wasn’t sure if I could write something and make it a little edgy.
You know I don’t like them in my sandwiches or...
It will be a mess when it trickles down the microphone,
The jokes may be a little fickle and not as good as Don Rickles,
If you remember the old sicko who used to tickle people’s funny bones.
I expect to get paid a nickel for every time I rhyme,
So if you count in the previous line – that adds up to a dime,
And though I’m still wondering why you wanted a piece about a veggie,
I wasn’t sure if I could write something and make it a little edgy.
You know I don’t like them in my sandwiches or...
#children
#food
#rhyming
403 reads
11 Comments
Stardust
Stardust
#spiritual
#SelfReflection
521 reads
12 Comments
Pulling the Strings
Pulling the Strings
#dark
#philosophical
#SelfDiscovery
532 reads
8 Comments
Statuesque
Statuesque
#erotic
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry #sensual
#WritingPoetry #sensual
808 reads
12 Comments
End of the World
In the days when hate and racism came more to light
Scientists spoke of a virus like end of the world prophets
But the rich and elite went against their advice out of spite
Because they were too focused on gains and profits
Then when governments began to crumble within
Weak leaders failed them as they died by the masses
While the privileged in their mansions sipped on gin
They helped build a bigger rift between the two classes
But this disease didn’t care about any social status
As it crept through every continent, nation and race ...
Scientists spoke of a virus like end of the world prophets
But the rich and elite went against their advice out of spite
Because they were too focused on gains and profits
Then when governments began to crumble within
Weak leaders failed them as they died by the masses
While the privileged in their mansions sipped on gin
They helped build a bigger rift between the two classes
But this disease didn’t care about any social status
As it crept through every continent, nation and race ...
#death
#LifeStruggles
#illness
380 reads
6 Comments
My Little Bombette
#erotic
#dirty
576 reads
5 Comments
When the Sun Sets in the West
I’m grateful for the time that was given unto me,
For I know there will be a tomorrow
I’m glad others will live more days and continue
Knowing there’s no regret or sorrow.
And for this last day that I have left
I’d leave letters penned with my deepest thoughts
Not saying goodbye but rather live-
Live it like it’s your last for what life has brought
I’d give out hugs and long embraces
Filling familiar faces with genuine smiles and sighs
But I wouldn’t disclose my demise
I‘d carry the sweet images of joy from their...
For I know there will be a tomorrow
I’m glad others will live more days and continue
Knowing there’s no regret or sorrow.
And for this last day that I have left
I’d leave letters penned with my deepest thoughts
Not saying goodbye but rather live-
Live it like it’s your last for what life has brought
I’d give out hugs and long embraces
Filling familiar faces with genuine smiles and sighs
But I wouldn’t disclose my demise
I‘d carry the sweet images of joy from their...
#love
#death
#LifeAsAWriter #acceptance
#LifeAsAWriter #acceptance
402 reads
11 Comments
Master Baiter
#erotic
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry #dirty
#WritingPoetry #dirty
555 reads
10 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by wallyroo92