poem

Others may not Have reason or rhyme, To rhyme as I do—a lot. See, it’s my prime obsession, A lyrical, wordplay confession, Unknotted words, not for naught. For each verse that I craft, These punning paradox raps Are rhythm algorithms wrought. Listen, hear my writes right here now, Words grown...

I wish that time were a car, We could switch to reverse, To remove or relive memories, That often feel like a curse. If we had never met, There'd be nothing to miss, But I still recall those times, When life was pure bliss. Wrapped up in your arms, Safe, cozy, and warm, Little did I know— Calm...

Amid the dawn's first gentle light, The landscape holds a sacred sight. Beneath the oaks that softly shade, Where loved ones' souls are gently laid. The park unfolds, serene and green An earthly grace in light pristine. The keepers toil with steady care, Trimming paths with quiet flair. With...

The broken heart, An enigma, I'm told, Where the heat of the pain, Will turn you ice cold.

There's a world out there, But I live in my own, A tiny corner in this house, My seat, my throne. I am all on my own, And always have been, It's just easier that way, If you can comprehend. For times I've been foolish, And opened my heart, Mistreated it was, Shot with a dart. Now I know...

Each morning we wake, A new day to slay, But the weight of mistakes, Hangs heavy and stays. Baggage that lingers, Adds weight to our hearts, But it's not in the burden, Where true strength starts. Only when we see, The extra weight we bear, Won't make us stronger, It’s then we’re aware. Yet...

Love is not a given, Not something you gain, Love is a sacrifice, Rewarded with pain. When she gives too much, And gives it her all, A shell she becomes, Emptiness her soul. No sacrifice for her, Though she'd never ask, For some are born givers, Cursed the endless task.

Why do you haunt me? Rooted memories that won’t let go— Is this my eternal punishment, For all the seeds I dared to sow? If only I could relive, Those fleeting seeds of time, To nurture what was broken— Your insecurities and mine. I was naive to your true nature, As a rose with hidden thorns...

I sit at the seashore, Looking at what I see; Seashells around me, Shiny and sparkly. These jewels of the sea, Designed so delicately; How could such beauty, Magically come to be? They had to be crafted, On purpose, not by chance, Done with such love, A one-sided romance. These gifts from the...

Reality, a fragile thread, Woven by time’s fabric in our head. Every life’s story, yarned or true— But truly, whose lens defines the view? Imagination takes its flight, In the day or in the night. Existential questions—why? Whose world is it, and who am I? So, drink the coffee, create the...

In flip-flops and laughter, they walked hand in hand, On the quiet beach shores, across golden sand. Chester, the captain, with Julie his wife, Together they sailed through the journey of life. For sixty-five years, their love held fast, A bond that endured like a sailship’s mast. Casting lines...

I fell in love, I fell so hard, You found me when, I dropped my guard. Cherished good times, Got through the bad, Your name like sugar, Sweetness you had. Always there, Had your back, Loyal to you, No loyalty back. I fell in love, Made you mine, Thought forever, We’d be fine. You broke my...

Tingling with anticipation, as though on a first date. Mutually captivated, one by restraints the other by imagination. Smooth exposed skin, needing to be touched and fondled. Pinned and trapped, a prisoner of pleasure held captive. Awaiting the punishment of overly sensitive nerve endings...

He just came home, and let out a sigh. He laid in his bed, sleeping on his side. As he laid felt something on his foot, he jumped and jolted to see his friend with a look. She sat on the bed, with a smirk and a smile, giggling madly she said "He Dragon, its been a while." He cawlled up the...

Sally was glum and she couldn’t deny it Her smile wouldn’t come, no matter how hard she’d try it. The sad that she felt couldn’t be put into words For a girl 23 and fourteen thirty-thirds. In the past months, life had ended its ease. Her college-long boyfriend had found a new squeeze. The depth...

A short poem that you may translate in any way you see fit. Taken from the ticklee's point of view. A brief tale of submission, torture and pleasure. Your pleasure is my joy, In forced laughter I am your toy, You tease me with knismesis, And torment me with gargalesis, I breathe not as I laugh...

Smooth skin, cool... exposed. You force your sub-conscience to, at least this time, hold the ticking in check. Remain calm... Your conscience mind however, knowing what awaits, races towards panic. You justify it all in your mind. "It's just a tickle, an itch... there's nothing even special...

I sat down on a lump, that i thought was just a hump. After all it was the middle of my bed. The lump began to jump, and let out a loud humph and immediately i fell out of bed. I landed with a bump right on the tail end of my rump. Thank god it wasn't on the other end. Beside me with a thump...

It's not often I share something like this, for I never want to show off my work. But something came up and I think it's worth showing. Poem #1: Strong vs Weak Kindness is the key that can make you feel good it's one of the strength that lights the mood You come upon those that are honest but...

You had your chance You blew it You didn't give me The love and respect I deserved This time I know better You are untrustworthy A liar A cheater A player Someone I trusted And you stabbed me In the back I thought I knew you But I guess I was wrong You were my best friend And now your my...