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Tag: poets

  • Sonnet in a Bonnet

    Sonnet in a Bonnet

    First sonnet in quite awhile. It’s one of my better ones I think. I haven’t written sonnets in awhile. I just stepped out to see if I could breathe. I stopped but I ain’t really changed my style. The poetry abides and dwells in me. If you could feel it too, well then you’d get…

  • I Literally Cannot Stop

    I Literally Cannot Stop

    The poetry is just flowing out of me like magma from Pele. I can’t do anything but capture it as best I can. I used to be an idiot, But that was yesterday. Today I do not listen to A word they freaking say. They could tell me “Rise,” And I’d drop to my knees.…

  • It Bothers Me to See Men in Women’s Sports

    Andy Kauffman used to wrestle women but it was a comedic bit! It’s funny because it’s so unimpressive! But it’s also very unimpressive to be the best man in a women’s sport and sometimes they can’t even manage that. A man with a girl’s name. In basketball! A shame! Playing with grown women Who really…

  • I Write Poetry All Day

    I Write Poetry All Day

    And songs, and I make art like this piece I made just for this post. I highly recommend it as a lifestyle. I am the treasure.I am the prize.The Universe loves me.And it never lies.My Soul is inhumanSo that would make meCompletely inhumanAs bright as can be.I am pure energy.It’s all that exists.The constant misschooling—It…

  • The Great Wall

    The Great Wall

    The Great Wall is a Roman WallA Silk Road trade route, yo.Like London is a Roman town.Rome’s the world, you know?At least it effing rules it with some fasces and a lie.I try to wake the people up but I’m barely getting by.

  • Mantis Poem

    Mantis Poem

    Why is the mantis prayingOr, rather, is it preying?Waiting there to ambushThe children that are playing? I wish I was a beeJust living in a treeHiving and just thrivingBecause I know I’m me. If you think like this tooI’ll tell you what to doPlease be kind. Just free your mind!It’s what you’re meant to do!

  • Cities Underground

    Cities Underground

    There are cities underground And cities in the sky We cannot get to either There are barriers, my guy. The place we live is stranger Than any of us knows. No man alive knows everything There’s far too much to know!

  • Genies

    Are genies analogues for souls?I have a feeling this is true.But only 3 wishes is mythicalYou have infinite—up to you.Belief has as much pow’r as fear.You chose which one you take heed to.I know that it’s hard to believe.But believe me, my precious, you need to!

  • The Soul Never Makes a Sound

    The Soul Never Makes a Sound

    The soul never makes a soundBut it is the loudest voice inside.Always trust your inner voice.There’s nothing fr’it to hide.They’ll always be right there for youAnd guide you through your storms.And be there at the end of daysTo keep you safe and warm.

  • Skin Suit

    Skin Suit

    I’m on a creative tear right now, y’all. This makes 25-days straight of posting a poem on here and only because I must have missed one day awhile ago. I hope you enjoy it and keep liking and commenting. It means a lot to me. I’m not really this skin suit that you see with…

  • My Dad’s a Necromancer

    My Dad’s a Necromancer

    My Dad’s a necromancer. But I am just a dancer. A man with plans to end the race Before they shoot the gun. I wish I could enlighten Everyone who’s frightened. There’s simply nothing to fear, my dear. God loves everyone.

  • True

    True

    I love this life you’ve given me.I can’t believe it was this easy.I simply had to forget meAnd give it all to you. You’ve always been there guiding me.When I was vulnerable, hiding me.I love that you abide in me.All that I say is true.

  • My Muse

    My Muse

    I need to be a musedBy my Lady, my Muse.Look upon her face the more.Get off this second floor.I wish to see her gazeDown on my shining faceIn her fullness—in the nightWhile others fade in fright.

  • My Lord

    My Lord

    My Lord laid down a path for meWho am I to refuseTo walk along the path They made?A rotten attitude.It serves me well to hand to ThemThe controls of this ride.I do not look outside for Them.My Lord abides inside.

  • I Never Cared for Sports

    I Never Cared for Sports

    I never cared for sports. I don’t like competition. Who cares who can jump higher? It’s not of their volition. They’re doing it for money No reason else to do it. And it don’t matter either. You can’t get nuthin’ through it.