Drowning (an anti-poem)

I feel the world crushing down on me,

And I really mean that,

It feels like a there are a thousand gallons above

And everyone of them is trying to enter me,

Every aquatic demon is pulling at my feet

As I desperately try to fight

The most basic laws of nature,

This is not a complex metaphor

or a simile really about time,

I’m drowning in the ocean,

And could really use a lifeline

Flower poem (that rhymes)

apparently the poem was supposed to rhyme.

 

Flowers have many petals

and a man has many loves

I don’t care about any others

just you, my little dove

flower poem

a poem  about “a flower”

 

I pulled the petals,

one by one,

Until the love of a girl

Was verified, scientifically

And then I thought

How much nicer it would be

To have that flower back

Heroes poem

I’m waiting for the Heroes season premiere to begin in a few minutes, so here’s a quickie poem:

Sometimes you have to pretend

That things could get better

And potential is unlimited,

Just for an hour, before returning to unforgiving reality,

So I’ll appreciate this time as a special bubble in the turbulence,

And create a special snack to enjoy as I relax on my comfy couch.

cold

Challenge: a poem about colds, that doesn’t contain cold, sick, unwell, or feel

 

There are bits of my body

That want out,

They want out, Now!

And they will not wait to ask

They wish a welcome death, on the outside.

I wish to live, to breath, to have balance

I wish to be able to be outside again,

Let us both have our fondest wishes fulfilled

Until the kleenex is gone and life returns

Phones

Response to an offline request for a poem about phones:

Every so often it rings

or maybe a buzz

And my slavery is confirmed

I answer the Siren’s screech,

The mind machine interface is complete

With out question