pancake syrupgliding smoothly spreading golden,fixie ride experience (Ride experience on my new ‘fixie’ cycle)
[fixie ride]
Browsing Category Poetry
My tryst with wordsmithing
Rhyme breaks poem
words attempt rhymingcreating serious stress fracturing poem
Aah.. Fruits
luscious red apple pointy pear, big banana fruity erotism
[poetic sunshine]
words flitting gailysitting on flowery phrasespoetic sunshine
Alarm
wandered into sleep collecting words, woken bypoetry ringing
Cupid’s swirl
Inspired by a real life elopement causing a rift in the family Once upon a time there lived a beautiful girl Her eyes enclosing a shiny black pearl Long golden tresses in a wonderful swirl Her father doted on her dearly Cute eyelashes look longingly And her whims satisfied instantly Time passed, and a beautiful woman she became Into her life, a handsome man came The black pearl setting his heart aflame But her father…
[light shines into my head]
Write a one-liner based for the picture. Submitted for the contest https://allpoetry.com/contest/2678384-1. Light shines into my head, gently disintegrating me..
The gush
My feelings during the run today morning. Lovely run today morning Perfect that I was longing That it would never stop With mood right on top. And it then happened- Words emanating from the mind Like tiny snakes slithering Wrapping, cuddling, caressing you Words connect forming phrases The tiny creatures merging Slowly tightening the embrace Forcing the legs to stop And poetry gushes from the head.
Celebration
“Happiness is internal calm, not just external boisterousness” Celebrate the end of a yearCelebrate the beginning of a new one Why limit it to just a dayWhen you can celebrate every day Cherish the finish every nightNourish the start every dawn The magic is in the middleNot at start or endIn a flow all daySoul bathed in a warm glow Life is a celebrationLive it every moment
The beautiful wooden girl
(January 2, 2017) Author notes Pained by young girls waiting on shady sections of highways for customers. Sitting on the edge of the bed On a very chilly morning Many men over the night fed The young woman was groaning. Pain it was From all the boning and fake moaning More in her heart that her body. Astute she was But the bloody poverty Turned her into a prostitute Using her body as property Discarded…