Poetry

Poetry, prose poems, haiku...

  1. The heartbroken

    by , 02-28-2011 at 03:28 AM
    I felt cold.
    I felt absent.
    I knew that the only way to die and keep living is to be part of them.Love had killed me but I was still alive,I became an inmortal in the lonely winter night,I felt naked,disprotected,vulnerable and It took me a few seconds to realize I was now part of them,the heartbroken.

    I remember...

    The last time I saw him,I was just a shadow behind his eyes and then he was gone,gone forever to somewhere ...
  2. In Our Image

    by , 02-27-2011 at 11:25 AM
    A little hilarious write that is not meant to be irreverent of anyone or anything. Hope you can enjoy:



    Then poet-god said,
    “Let Us make poets in Our image,
    according to Our likeness;
    let them have dominion over the sheet of a pad,
    over the leaves of a tome, and over the airwaves,
    over all the earth and over every corner of the worldwide web.”

    And the Poet lived one hundred and thirty years,
    and begot a Mentoree ...
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  3. My name is STD

    by , 02-24-2011 at 10:01 PM
    My name is STD
    What STD am I?
    Am I gonorrhea or HIV/AIDS?
    My name is STD.
    This is the world without condoms.

    Hi, babe. Here’s your gift from me
    For our anniversary.
    Syphilis, you’re so sweet for giving
    Me syphilis, I don’t deserve you.

    I’m STD and I’m a fungi
    Living in your body as if it’s the Everglades.
    For I am STD
    And I live like The Adams
    Family.

    You may feel achy
    And you ...
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  4. Silly Winds of the Night

    by , 02-24-2011 at 09:55 PM
    Silly Winds of the Night

    I went out of my door tonight
    to walk to the store now.
    It was rather windy and I
    was tired and was feeling silly.
    I walked past the hotel here
    and the hotel apartments past the hotel.
    Came to the mall's parking lot.
    It was a cool breezy wind
    at the mall's big parking lot.
    I got to the Chick-fil-la
    and spotted 4 state trooper cars.
    I sneakily thought to myself, "What
    such filthy bastards ...
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  5. My Home

    by , 02-24-2011 at 09:52 PM
    My Home

    Baltimore, my home,
    South Carolina isn't.
    I want to be there,
    Baltimore, to be alone.
    I can bear it being there.
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