Open mic The blend is sweet music in ears The keyboard rivals the unrest in my soul
By Nathaniel Terrellabout a year ago in Poets
Oh god I’m trying to be clever What rhymes with September? Denver? All have is intrusive thoughts That I write down and pass off as poems
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Oh god, it’s September! I wish I couldn’t remember I’ve been in such a hurry Scurrying here and there It’s that time of year
Damn, I am here too early! Water ceremony is in one hour I had to leave the house surly hubby was sleeping and our agreement is I will let him!
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Poets
the words you leave me after the beep shove me into your soul, so deep. it's funny since you wouldn't think it, but your choice of questions keeps me up at night.
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
Back aching eyes drooping, neck hurts, I think I'm stooping. Busy working, barely making a living, has free time, back to sleeping.
By Just Danielabout a year ago in Poets
Ricocheting off the calendar Overbooked and underpaid Lunch hour, worked beyond Luster dulled for corporate cake + Tasks left incomplete
By The Shattered Poetabout a year ago in Poets
It’s more important to press pen to paper Before the thoughts disappear into vapor But an aberration of the mind Like the clocks chiming
Like coffee and cigarettes Unfiltered and raw Is how I draw the thoughts from my mind Sometimes it’s the only way I can unwind
The world said you are pretty, it's true, But I see something deeper in you. For even the moon, in her silver light, Must envy the way you shine so bright.
By Shwet Prabha Baiswarabout a year ago in Poets
Unfiltered and unflattering A little of this A spattering of that I always write off the cuff There’s not much time to think about it
Inside jobs, outside jobs— what’s the deal with jobs anyway? Inside, you’ve got the cushy life, right? Air conditioning, swivel chairs,
By Wolf Lancasterabout a year ago in Poets
