Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
20th Apr 2020 6:02pm
20th Apr 2020 6:02pm
It Came From Her Room
It arises every morning
Same time and place
It tiptoes on the flooring
Crack of dawn disfigures its face
It displaces its cloak
Compiling its blanket and sheet
Stretching and yawning in a sinister croak
Rubbing its eyes before placing its feet
It slowly cracks open its door
Popping its head out for a peek
Its appetite for play begins to soar
While everyone else is fast asleep
Its body is short and small
With a young look to its age
A creepy silhouette is smeared to the wall
Seek and awake is the only orders to engage ...
Same time and place
It tiptoes on the flooring
Crack of dawn disfigures its face
It displaces its cloak
Compiling its blanket and sheet
Stretching and yawning in a sinister croak
Rubbing its eyes before placing its feet
It slowly cracks open its door
Popping its head out for a peek
Its appetite for play begins to soar
While everyone else is fast asleep
Its body is short and small
With a young look to its age
A creepy silhouette is smeared to the wall
Seek and awake is the only orders to engage ...
#happiness
#love
#family
#memories
#NaPoWriMo2020
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11 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
27th Dec 2018 8:34pm
27th Dec 2018 8:34pm
appleseed: an american king
do i make sense in this aqua world
so hard to type without any control
slowly being peppered over shots of waves
keys waver merry to wave hail a banding
of blood-sworn from king to inappropriate
sheers glistened from the traverses
of hooking lips or that of claws rasped
do you sense land bobbing beyond promises
looking for the vulpine connects to space
looking along the telescope for a rainbow road
are you the princess once the void bends
forward coring the apple tree
are we late pink are we...
so hard to type without any control
slowly being peppered over shots of waves
keys waver merry to wave hail a banding
of blood-sworn from king to inappropriate
sheers glistened from the traverses
of hooking lips or that of claws rasped
do you sense land bobbing beyond promises
looking for the vulpine connects to space
looking along the telescope for a rainbow road
are you the princess once the void bends
forward coring the apple tree
are we late pink are we...
#family
#America
#nature
#rebirth
#mythology
20 reads
2 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
29th Dec 2018 11:37am
29th Dec 2018 11:37am
"A" haikus
we avoid the looks
the arch cherry tree in March
near-by Arlington
anarchy aglow
pear tree to nowhere April
plane trip over lines
avail and anvil
our apple blossoms smear May
down in Wenatchee
appease the in-laws
June eats a plum pie by Lake
Coeur d’Alene
amends of the heart
makes the art of July green
over cherry trees
the arch cherry tree in March
near-by Arlington
anarchy aglow
pear tree to nowhere April
plane trip over lines
avail and anvil
our apple blossoms smear May
down in Wenatchee
appease the in-laws
June eats a plum pie by Lake
Coeur d’Alene
amends of the heart
makes the art of July green
over cherry trees
#marriage
#conflict
#family
#trees
#haiku
20 reads
6 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
24th Jan 2019 1:25am
24th Jan 2019 1:25am
A March of Ages
Temporal otters of Hylebos Creek.
Father came to us on a mission,
ice-cream scooping with the truck bed,
to witness what being up the creek is like.
I tiptoed scissor fingers over
their slicked-back manes,
not cutting- venturing a floe bridge
of play and birth-rites to a time
before evangelical electricity
imitated stars as an earthy following
of the Mother Lantern that forever cyclicly
is snuffed by the robed lamp-legion
armed with golden staffs tipped
by voiceless bells, a tintinnabulation
of dark...
Father came to us on a mission,
ice-cream scooping with the truck bed,
to witness what being up the creek is like.
I tiptoed scissor fingers over
their slicked-back manes,
not cutting- venturing a floe bridge
of play and birth-rites to a time
before evangelical electricity
imitated stars as an earthy following
of the Mother Lantern that forever cyclicly
is snuffed by the robed lamp-legion
armed with golden staffs tipped
by voiceless bells, a tintinnabulation
of dark...
#family
20 reads
2 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
15th May 2024 8:52pm
15th May 2024 8:52pm
Crushed Into Apathy
Systolic
moving through the body diabolic
mom locked all the doors
and dad’s an alcoholic
Diastolic
at rest in amniotic
yanked out and discarded
fully fucking chaotic
Pressure
cuts himself but not the tether
bouquets upon every grave
flowers never smelled fresher
Squeeze
a little caustic disease
look at what you created
crying to me from your knees
Explosion
what a crazy notion
it’s the aftermath of daisies
welcome to a mind’s erosion
moving through the body diabolic
mom locked all the doors
and dad’s an alcoholic
Diastolic
at rest in amniotic
yanked out and discarded
fully fucking chaotic
Pressure
cuts himself but not the tether
bouquets upon every grave
flowers never smelled fresher
Squeeze
a little caustic disease
look at what you created
crying to me from your knees
Explosion
what a crazy notion
it’s the aftermath of daisies
welcome to a mind’s erosion
#family
#memories
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12 Comments
hackerstacker
Poem Published
6th Dec 2018 5:04am
6th Dec 2018 5:04am
family Andrew Johnson 1865 - 1869
Andrew Johnson
on my grand mothers side
my great great uncle
1865 - 1869
on my grand mothers side
my great great uncle
1865 - 1869
#men
#family
21 reads
1 Comment
Detritus
Poem Published
13th Dec 2024 11:46pm
13th Dec 2024 11:46pm
Perigee
she ran into the house
full moon scared her thin
afraid it would crash into us
her mind was gone by then
her son picked out a ruby
she wanted a necklace instead
a lie would have been softer
disappointment stayed in his head
they ride in on dead horses
claim I’m the worst
more words fling outward
roles switch and reverse
he was afraid to tell her
what he might need
verbal pats on the back
were no guide to succeed
young boy in the little blue house
do your best in school
or days...
full moon scared her thin
afraid it would crash into us
her mind was gone by then
her son picked out a ruby
she wanted a necklace instead
a lie would have been softer
disappointment stayed in his head
they ride in on dead horses
claim I’m the worst
more words fling outward
roles switch and reverse
he was afraid to tell her
what he might need
verbal pats on the back
were no guide to succeed
young boy in the little blue house
do your best in school
or days...
#childhood
#family
21 reads
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
17th Aug 2017 00:13am
17th Aug 2017 00:13am
Our Story
From across the aisle
I caught a glimpse of your smile
Shyly, I turned away
Losing a bit of heart that day
But the sound of your laughter filled my soul
More than you will ever know.
I never believed in love at first sight
Until I met you and the moment seemed right.
We walked through the park and tasted mangos with lime
We made the most of our limited time.
We walked hand in hand like lovers, not friends
But our first encounter was a start, not an end
Long after you were gone, I still smelled your scent ...
I caught a glimpse of your smile
Shyly, I turned away
Losing a bit of heart that day
But the sound of your laughter filled my soul
More than you will ever know.
I never believed in love at first sight
Until I met you and the moment seemed right.
We walked through the park and tasted mangos with lime
We made the most of our limited time.
We walked hand in hand like lovers, not friends
But our first encounter was a start, not an end
Long after you were gone, I still smelled your scent ...
#family
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
4th Mar 2019 6:28am
4th Mar 2019 6:28am
The branched cousins
Will we hold down a chain of hands for the estranged?
Will we gather as a village at the mine’s collapse
that is to say- the collapse of family ties?
Do we try on your Gulf War gas mask despite the chemistry
of oil drum patterns sunk in your daughter's brain
and the possibility of fear streaks left inside as an epitaph?
Do we say this man filled up his 7-11 XL plastic cup
with vodka on fire and we will Slurpee you out
years later after his...
Will we gather as a village at the mine’s collapse
that is to say- the collapse of family ties?
Do we try on your Gulf War gas mask despite the chemistry
of oil drum patterns sunk in your daughter's brain
and the possibility of fear streaks left inside as an epitaph?
Do we say this man filled up his 7-11 XL plastic cup
with vodka on fire and we will Slurpee you out
years later after his...
#family
23 reads
8 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 9:45pm
15th Dec 2024 9:45pm
So I Move On
#abuse
#family
#memories #mother
#memories #mother
29 reads
3 Comments
cjpoetry
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 9:29am
16th Dec 2024 9:29am
The Boy The Man
I reunite with a glaze in this young boys eyes, blue and wet as if his father had died.
Would he ever know their spirits were always connected, praying for the day their tracks intersected.
On this night, oh so late, to hear your voice, I can always wait.
Fear and pain were fuel for this boy, living in silence, living in the void.
Whispers hum and brush his skin, wondering if they will ever meet again.
Dreams come as I sleep, nightmares present when I wake.
Humble even in trauma, I became a man, without a father.
...
Would he ever know their spirits were always connected, praying for the day their tracks intersected.
On this night, oh so late, to hear your voice, I can always wait.
Fear and pain were fuel for this boy, living in silence, living in the void.
Whispers hum and brush his skin, wondering if they will ever meet again.
Dreams come as I sleep, nightmares present when I wake.
Humble even in trauma, I became a man, without a father.
...
#family
#father
#son
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