Apr 28
MeredithPoetry, Writing Avelino Maestas, national poetry month, poetry out of nothing challenge, Porch, yay poems!
Porch
Swollen veins, coursing with arsenic
Corrosive blood seeping from every wound
At once protecting and decaying before evaporating in the sun
With socks of iron and shoes of concrete
you rise to new heights. Not a chameleon,
still your form is a mimic, a skeletal Xerox
Pine, melded with steel and sweat
How many years until the elements take their toll?
How long before you too lie on the lawn, decrepit
Like the one you replaced?
Apr 28
MeredithPoetry, Writing Erika Ferrin, Meat Dreams, national poetry month, poetry out of nothing challenge, yay poems!
Meat Dreams
In the melancholy darkness I dream of you.
Squared sides, brown as wind-blown hay
Dense like compact earth, but more savory
You are complicated, always testing the limits of my sanity
I dream of you.
O, meatloaf.
Let me know your secrets.
Apr 28
MeredithPoetry, Writing national poetry month, On this Day, poetry out of nothing challenge, Tega Akpoyigo, yay poems!
On this Day
She likes me. Yes she does. How do
I know? She showed me. It was
today when we had that talk. She
said I was a sweet girl. I had
thought that she would just go ahead an
say something nasty just the way the
others would. She was fair and true
for a moment I thought she was mother, then I
wished she was mother. Some conversations
you have with a whole lot
to take with you.
Apr 28
MeredithPoetry, Writing michelle jordan, national poetry month, poetry out of nothing challenge, stink bugs, yay poems!
Stink bugs
Midnight.
The cat comes to bed
Bearing olfactory badges
of battles waged.
She pushes
her face against mine
proudly sharing
a vaguely cilantro-scented head.
Apr 28
MeredithPoetry, Uncategorized, Writing a journey, jim lord, national poetry month, Poetry, poetry out of nothing challenge, yay poems!
A Journey
What a journey
I have had
Across the state and back
In search of crab cakes
And an “A”
Across the state and back
Fun with my daughter
Wife and friends
Drive, eat, repeat
Traveling the state
In search of crabcakes
Was not an easy feat
The book is done
And I am spent
Crabcakes
Never again, will I eat
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 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 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
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