Something for the Poets.

[marlena]

Ooops!!! Changed my mind.

[marlena]

Now that my days are almost done

the things I coveted when I was young

now as inaccessible as my youth

unfulfulled desires

prevent my ageing gracefully

Some, I recall, others

nudge a memory or two

the treehouse that I never owned

the bike that I just never rode

in school I'd feel sublime

so sure I'd be a poet

or a scholar of some kind

always with my head in clouds

and feet an inch or two above the ground

now I drag my feet

in worn-out slippers of defeat

I prowl the premises at night

stumbling on the ghosts

of a memory or two

of things that never came to pass

a crib death of a kind

one never speaks about

[LikeTheWolf]

ear turns, eye follows

where blossoms once invited

coat check girl alone

[Touche]

ear turns, eye follows

where blossoms once invited

coat check girl alone

 

Whaaa?

Brain confused

Poem makes zero sense

Do you speak English?

You're still ok in my book

But still...what the fook?

[Storyrider]

Whaaa?

Brain confused

Poem makes zero sense

Do you speak English?

You're still ok in my book

But still...what the fook?

Writer of Haiku

who talk like fortune cookie

sound more authentic.

 

You will soon receive

sage advice. Fortune cookie

is not Japanese.

[Touche]

Writer of Haiku

Who talk like fortune cookie

Sound more authentic.

 

Ha! I ting so tu

Haiku so wong, stin ki Pu

Lei Ying Lo Nao, yu?

[Storyrider]

Ha! I ting so tu

Haiku so wong, stin ki Pu

Lei Ying Lo Nao, yu?

 

:lmao: :lmao:

[Touche]

:lmao: :lmao:

 

Haiku emo Ti Kon

 

:laugh::laugh:

:lmao::lmao::lmao:

:):)

[Storyrider]

Haiku emo Ti Kon

 

:laugh::laugh:

:lmao::lmao::lmao:

:):)

 

In Japanese art

the aesthetic requires a

twist at the end like this:

 

 

:):)

:cool::cool::cool:

:eek::rolleyes:

[Storyrider]

Also, do not spell

"aesthetic" wrong it makes one

pretentiously stupid.

[Touche]

Also, do not spell

"aesthetic" wrong it makes one

pretentiously stupid.

 

Too many vowels

At the end

But what do I know?

[Storyrider]

Too many vowels

At the end

But what do I know?

Ha.

 

Pretentiously dumb.

 

That is a new Pink Floyd song.

[Touche]

Ha.

 

Pretentiously dumb.

 

That is a new Pink Floyd song.

 

What was that? A partial Haiku?

 

I love Pink Floyd!

 

Hot tub time! Woo Hooo!

[Storyrider]

What was that? A partial Haiku?

 

I love Pink Floyd!

 

Hot tub time! Woo Hooo!

 

No, now I am just

speaking in reflex Haiku.

That happens sometimes.

 

Pretentiously dumb.

That is a new Pink Floyd Song.

Turn on the black light.

[xpaperxcutx]

I think this shall be

my last time

to spew out

my enmity

hate

towards you

You

with your

silly little ideals

how despicable

 

voices hardly irritates

as much as yours

 

You're nearly faceless

I'm beaming

 

you're almost forgotten.

[annieo]

here in a new room

acid clouds and old worries

sour lemons peel paint

[Meaplus3]

Bored out of my mind

trying to kill time

Kids now in bed

No more aching head

Nothing on TV

Poor ME.

[annieo]

I found a lost string

held north and south together

dust under my feet

[annieo]

strong hands and soft eyes

mold me into what you want

my clay is your art

[LikeTheWolf]

a flash of lightning

water splashing in the pool

scream of the night heron

[LikeTheWolf]

and after the death of myself

i gathered the courage to return

with my veil no longer effective

astounding who comes about

 

all is welcome

[LikeTheWolf]

those sounds of footsteps

heard in the dusty distance

are they of survivors?

 

or is it something worse...

 

i don't like the night

not in times like these

[annieo]

walking through fall leaves

no footprints in tree dust

raised fragrance earth musk

[LikeTheWolf]

blond hair liquid bronze

eye lashes like gold flashes

irresistible

[annieo]

I've had bright flashes

intuition gleaned from gold

inner mine deep cold