Apr 28
MeredithPoetry, Writing feuding with envy, national poetry month, peggy hayes, poetry out of nothing challenge, yay poems!
Feuding with Envy
I was awakened
out of
my dreamless slumber
as the corneas
of my eyes
tripled in diameter
as I
starred down
the long, cold steel
the trigger
began to
slowly pull backwards
ever so gently
I heard
a silhouetted soprano
begin to shout
Just…
as my bodily fluids
began to dance
in its on melody
would it
be wrong
of me
to ask
for water.
Apr 28
MeredithPoetry, Writing Daron Fleet, Envied Shadow, national poetry month, poetry out of nothing challenge, yay poems!
Envied Shadow
Laid upon an empty hole
He can’t breathe; the simple air
Broken by the shackles; gruesome motives
Burned through the soul with a rusty sphere
Nowhere to roam or land
Shaken by the trusting force of a red grasp
Chained up like a torn, brown guitar
No longer present for a purple road
But, instead of weakness; fear
Faith is bright and broad with a dream
Apr 28
MeredithPoetry, Writing Clare Greene, Juicy Love, national poetry month, poetry out of nothing challenge, yay poems!
Juicy Love
My fingernails dig into its pocked skin
and tear apart its rubbery flesh.
We always hurt the ones we love.
I pull a sinewy pod from out of
this juicy ball
that drips its insides
all over its outsides.
Sticky clutter clings to my hands
and sweet love – about to burst -
sits atop my tongue.
Patiently, it waits to explode.
My teeth sink down -
deep, cutting, irreparable.
Skin rips and juice spills
as taste happens.
My eyes widen
and my face lightens
and I remember why the color
Orange
tastes so delicious
Apr 28
MeredithPoetry, Writing Hausaun Young, Midnight Launch, national poetry month, poetry out of nothing challenge, yay poems!
Midnight Launch
The time has finally arrived. My friends and I were bubbling
with anticipation as we marched
to the most anticipated fighting game of the year.
We were greeted by a myriad of bodies jostling
around each other. As we entered the compact store. We were
greeted like long lost brothers. Finally
reunited with our clan. We chatted like strangers
as if we’d known each other our whole lives. The game
didn’t officially come out yet and somehow,
to us; we’ve already been playing that game for years.
the time is now 11:59 p.m. A single powerful voice echoed
into the night: 59, 58,57,56,55,54…until 3,2,1…Mortal Kombat!
Apr 28
MeredithPoetry, Writing Ashley Dixon, national poetry month, poetry out of nothing challenge, Texture, yay poems!
Texture
His lips met my thoughts
when he kissed me on my forehead
I can still smell the stench
from his cigarettes
linger through my senses
He ran his manly, black hands
through my course, texture hair
I think of it as a sign to
show he cares
His shadow is in my thoughts
when his body is away.
Apr 28
MeredithPoetry, Writing Jessica Taylor, Marriage and a Proposal, national poetry month, poetry out of nothing challenge, yay poems!
Marriage and a Proposal
To give your heart and own up
We grew like magic
He had already decided
He wants to marry me
Me to carry his name have our kids make
Me happy
Grow old, have a family
Infinity with locked ties and marriage vows
I cherished the weak, soft indulgent selfless
Emotions and feelings through words
We have exchanged
If he’s willing to take that big step
I’m willing to say yes.
Apr 28
MeredithPoetry, Writing folding laundry, Jenny O'Grady, national poetry month, poetry out of nothing challenge, yay poems!
Folding Laundry
Think of how smart I’d be
if I didn’t know the inside of every
shirt you own.
That I can choose a ball of fabric
from the basket and know,
like some weight-guessing carnie,
its proper pile on the floor, simply
from the ridges and tags and
thinning cotton spots,
is obscene.
I once kept equations,
Promising math and poetic riddles,
Answers and details and
Cleverness beyond bound.
Now, each synapse
snaps to attention, at
the wrinkle of your
collar. Memory
recalls
proper care
instructions,
indelible as a
Sharpie stain.
Apr 28
MeredithPoetry, Writing national poetry month, poetry out of nothing challenge, sara abbott, wishing on numbers, yay poems!
Wishing on Numbers
Bubble gum, bubble gum in a dish
How many pieces do you wish?
Rainbow
How is that a number?
Red orange yellow
green and blue
don’t forget there’s purple two
rainbow colors for me and you.
But those are colors, not numbers.
Do you have to be so literal? Fine. Seven.
Bubble gum, bubble gum in a dish
How many pieces do you wish?
Sky
Really? How do I count the sky
Start with the clouds, then add the birds
and don’t forget the bugs and bees
Let me know when you have finished.
Apr 28
MeredithPoetry, Writing jon thrower, Learning to Die in the Theater, national poetry month, poetry out of nothing challenge, yay poems!
Learning to Die in the Theater
the way a poem learns to die is that way she broke up with me:
throwing someone’s sister into the fender of an S-10 Chevy
and turning to kick me tween the nuts with those pointy shoe’s
bizarre popularity in 2006. While said sister’s hair covered a zoysia
swath near the oak’s cloistered Natty can’s conference I just
laid out stiff in the rainbow iris and wildflower patch by the porch
hoping for death. In the morning, Talley shook me awake saying,
“Dude, let’s get a beer.” My hand across the rasp of his shaved
head was soothed by a Bud bottle at the Sandlot where a guy named
Foreskin illustrated, in perfect algorithms, the double-bank.
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