DoN’t YoU tHinK WrItInG Is NeAt?
ThOuGh It MaY NoT SeEm LIkE SuCh a FeAt,
WHeN I WrItE In AlTeRnAtE CaPs, SeE?
It SoUnDs WeIrD tO BoTh YoU AnD Me!
ThOugH ThErE Is nO VoIcE tO HeAr,
iN BotH oUr HeAdS, It SoUnDs WeIrD!
QuIrKy PoEmS: CaPiTaLiZe
Tag: poem
Be-omist
Dont lose yourself
In the cloud or silver lines
You just gotta feel
your feelings sometimes
Glass half empty
Or glass half full
Till you’re dizzy
From the roller coasters and pull
You don’t have to live
In a world of extremes
Sometimes you dont gotta
Be happy or sad
You gotta just be.
Hopeless, Helpless Romantic
I romanticize love
Walks
Stars
And letters
Coffee
Tea
Wheat
And feathers
Hurricanes
Rain
Thunder
The weather
If only I would romanticize
Taking care of myself
And feeling better.
Night Drive
He eats gravel
Chews on stone
Crunching crunching
On rock harder than bone
He swallows big mouthfuls
Out on the street
If you’re out driving
Then you might just meet
You’ll be going along
And feel a loud bump
Followed by your back tire
Complaining with a thump
You’ll ask yourself
What could make such a hole?
Torn up pavement
Such a sight to behold.
Your annoyance is apparent
A foul mood you foster
For many a times you have met
The pothole monster
Archeologist
Digging through dirt and dust
Bones and broken pottery,
Shards and rust.
I seek truth and secrets true
A discipline kept
By very few.
In my work,
I search for one thing
Between the cracks of walls it lurks
As I work, it becomes clear,
That on sentence,
“Someone was here.”
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Did you know I once heard
In a poetry class
That a sign of a weak poem
Is when the writer asks?
Did you know that I heard
The teacher say
That a question has no place
In a poet’s wordplay?
So then I asked myself
Can you do this task?
Where the narrator does nothing
But question and ask?
Maybe I could end every line
With that lovely little mark?
What’s wrong with this symbol?
Am I correct in saying its not dirty or dark?
Dont you think that we owe
It a little respect?
A symbol of curiosity
Lovely Punctuation and not a defect?
Stream of Consciousness
Where does the river go?
Tell where exactly does it flow?
Where does the river call its home?
Where does the river go?
I hope it can take me there someday.
I wish the river would carry me away.
A modern day Moses, carried from the fray.
I hope the river takes me there someday.
Evening Poems: Envy
a rose turned to a daisy,
“I envy the sunflower for its unapologetic presence
and the way it shines bravely
in a world much too fond of understatement.
I wish my petals were a bright as she.”
a sunflower turned to an iris,
“I envy the rose’s delicate beauty
and thorns that ware off bad intentions
and those who only love her for her bloom.
I wish my petals were as rich as she.”
Evening Poems: Vectors
How many lives exist
Parallel to me
Running side by side
Never to intersect or meet
But it's not so much the parallel lives
That occupy my mind
But ones who intersect but one time
To meet at one point
Before going on our merry way
Never to intersect again
Two lonely little rays
Evening Poems: Tin Man
These bones feel hollow
The wind blows through my chest
This suit of armor is supposed to protect
But in it, it is hard to rest
The breeze whistles through my helmet
Is it in there, I wonder?
I hid it long ago,
When I had torn it asunder
Neath plates of metal
I hid it away, lest it be torn apart
But I really wonder if its there now,
A tin man, with no heart.
By the Brooke 