What’s it to you,kindred brother of many secrets
We don’t pass the spliff or rip bongs
While I still got air-time, let me vent a bit
About dreams I built and lost before they were consumated
Distance! Saved by the bell, cheered the man-child rid of me
I talk too much don’t I, you say yeah, but we both lying
I say what is with extra elaborating to reduce the chances of misinterpretation
Yeah sure…anything goes with the right vocabulary
I am having trouble waking up, us both
I want to wake up but I know what awaits my conscious self
The bed is empty and so should be the room
Ghosts of relations past haunt me, vivid, real,present
Outside is 2018 going about
But my haven is stuck in a time, with all that must move on
What was beautiful; What was mine
What was always; What was abandoned
Sometimes we sit together, I entertain it
But most days I just want to hide
How inadequate I must have been
Of course you disagree, that is kinda your job
The dreamer, the poet, all of me
It is taking a little longer than expected I guess
To be able to see myself through my own eyes
Time interlocks vision, sight, individuality
I guess I am just trying to be enough just as I am
Before the yoga, the ab workouts, the perfomances
I seem so far fetched, I see me but I can’t afford to get there
Much like the moon we are looking at, beautiful and whole but beyond our reach
That is how far I have to journey, punishment for loving with all I had
Funny enough, no I do not want your help
Just stop me from talking to the ghosts when you can
I would appreciate that
How sweet the day shall be
When I finally get to wake up excited about a new day
An empty bed and an empty room, ready to be filled with the essence of my adequacy.
Write a love poem without using the word “love”.
Being able to hold you and be myself
Truly rewarding, your smile I live for
I know what I am to the world
But I choose to be what you see
Just another human being trying to figure it out
No prejudice, no expectations just treasured peace of mind
Endless adventures, endless growth.
Write a poem/jumble of all the things that pop up in your head at the moment. It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t make sense, just write!
Niles makes me laugh out loud
The poet of royalty says hie
My body aches and I forgot arithmetic
I can’t dance anymore, I wiggle to memories
I know I’m never going back to him
I know I’m not going to him
I’m not bitter, I’m not better
Cockroach fate, never giving up on the dream
Shaving costs a lot, why does society expect so much, and pay so little
You won’t even hire me
String me along I won’t
Dance babe, my niece is alive and well
Write a poem that is strictly dialogue that is only one side of a conversation, be sure to show what the conversation is about and make sure to convey the emotion
” It doesn’t show till Tuesday, can we go the next Monday
It’s my next day off.
Are you really going to wait a week?
No just really appreciate you waiting so long.
Well movies are our thing.
Yeah who knew we would be here.
Well, somewhere we can have something.
Yeah, but I am not your only sister.
Okay, I have to go, don’t forget to give the baby her bottle when she wakes up.
Please warm it up first , please.
Thanks for everything.
Begin with the title “The Poem I’d Never Write.” Then, write that poem.
Beckon me lover I have been waiting
I smile, repeat fail, repeat, believe repeat
But you have always been irresistible
Sweet being that you are , reign
Take me if not I will surrender to you regardless
Take me away from the brow I exist
It always feels like I am letting everyone down, successfully
A specialty, artisan artist I am
So goodbye everything, hello the sweet embrace of a deep sleep
Where no one has to swallow me hard, and fake a smile
I refuse to let go, my one and only love, the one who has held me in invisible arms
Big and stronger than anything that has ever tried to embrace me.
Write a poem titled “Things I should’ve told you”
Not so white and black, gray shades that try to excite me
Your existence, my dependant
I never did want to procreate
There was not much room in my heart,
Just surprised as you are, there you found a place a little lower
With my dysfunctional heart keeping you company
Good luck finding sleep
Wait, good luck us finding sleep
Because we are a team and we are synchronised
Never wanted to disappear from the world than when I was of you, with you
I have no regrets, but excitement eludes me
I don’t know what you expect from me, but I will give you all of me
I have a feeling that will suffice
One day at a time love, we will get a regular heartbeat.
Write a poem of a good memory simply through the dialogue
That one step closer to being more than the labels
That letter I begged for, cried for
We have found you eligible to pursue a degree
The letter with so much I pegged on
Should have been a love letter to myself
Come to think of it, the first time I fell in love with myself
Should have been the letter to myself
We have deemed you worthy of self love
Write a poem that’s different in some way from anything you’ve ever written. Take a chance! Be wild
I have been staring at the screen and all I want to do is be me
Write a seven line poem that begins with “it’s true that fresh air is good for the body” (from Frank O’Hara’s poem “Ave Maria”) and ends with “this is our body” (from Gary Snyder’s “The Bath”).
It’s true that fresh air is good for body
The pores that soak in all the labor
Go ahead, hop on the carefree ride
Start chemical reactions to entice the body
Scream, laugh and love, all for the soul, heart and body
Dust it shall be, but for now casing our spirit,mind and character,together
This is our body.