LL's Poetry Challenge: Weekend Reflections
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Let's see what short, raw poetry you guys can come up with
It's the weekend, much to be written about
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Heres my attempt.
Eternal Chill
Chill.
Dark morning mist still.
The streetlights cast a yellow pall,
Shadows stretch damp and tall.
Silence.
Slick sidewalks.
Not a whisper no one talks.
No one, except the wind.
The wind, and the yellowed streets.
Empty, devoid of human souls.
In the darkness they watch and wait,
Reclaim the world they will.
For they have eternity. -
I still have last night in my body
wrapped around me in a warm, dark shrug.
This is my anchor, the last turning
of the screw hread, spilling pearl drops
of sour beer and fermented bread
bit by reluctant bit, this last night in my body. -
sins of the night
throb in our heads
we drank d whole crate
now shes my mate
'hic -
she's there.
the name of her handle,
it jumps at me.
for days i've seen naught
but as I bed down
I glimpse that handle
Do I have mail? -
This one is from my blog.
Freshly Chopped
Within an hour
two more frogs
are going to
die.
My wife has just
expressed
her craving for
their legs.
I must go now.
It is unwise
to keep a hungry
woman waiting.
She expects
those legs to be
fresh.
I must
not disappoint her. -
In a world drawn by lines
you seem to love circles
that i cannot hope to find.
now I trundle, lost as a turtle. -
do you see me
I was standing by the
palm tree.
It was very warm
indeed. -
cheersOriginally posted by LeftBallBigger:sins of the night
throb in our heads
we drank d whole crate
now shes my mate