Most poems perused Would probably be better Made into haikus
Little chipper 'munk Primal, honest, cheeky, sweet Sugar in my ’shine
I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less
I loved someone and they hurt me They hurt me like I designed them… You don’t know hell Until you’ve created your own
All of Us As Us For Us
Mostly I want To be myself Something special To someone else
My brain doesn’t work like it norm… It doesn’t think of the funny rema… Or witty sayings It doesn’t jump from scene to scen… Most of the time it’s too busy
Just being yourself Is the absolute best way To show the world love
Agile Mobile Versatile Tactile Virile
I like to watch... an ant traverse a grass forest a flower unfurl in moonlight a muskrat reap trifolium a leaf quiver in mid-day breeze
Powdered salt snowflakes Dusted on stubborn dead leaves Life’s perfect white noise
Sometimes I will stare You’re just more interesting Than others in sight
Flesh of my flesh Bone of my bone Please hear your partner In all his earnest If you are willing
I can blend seamlessly Because I find parts of me In ev’ryone I see
You create yourself Then see better solutions Cue evolution