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Tag Archives: poems
Poetry Day: Mind’s Eye
(Not 100% sure where I was going here. Possibly about how we examine and interpret the world through our own senses and mind. Yet, we can run into people who view things differently. Do we all share the same reality … Continue reading
Posted in Poems
Tagged author, perspective. humanity, poems, poet, poetry, reality, senses, writing
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Poetry Day: Mind Crumble
(Spiraling into darkness and insanity. Yeah . . . I don’t know how many of these poems I have, but it’s certainly a common theme. That being said, it would be terrifying to be trapped in your own mind and … Continue reading
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Tagged author, darkness, insanity, losing your mind, poems, poetry, trapped in your own mind, writing
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Poetry Day: Marcylius the Cad
(No idea what inspired this poem. Think I was just going for an evil, manipulative womanizer. An Incubus or vampire might have been something that triggered the creation of this poem. Third option is that this was a character I … Continue reading
Posted in Poems
Tagged author, manipulation. evil, poems, poetry, predator, seduction, writing
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Poetry Day: Man of Verse or Volume
(This poem stemmed from a debate. A weird one too. I pointed out that songs can be seen as poetry with musical accompaniment while poetry is the opposite. The person said that isn’t always true because not all songs rhyme, … Continue reading
Poetry Day: Magic Beans
(Not really sure where this one came from. Darwin is mentioned, but it has nothing to do with his story.) Darwin had a bag of beans Each with a special gift The red beans made him super strong The green … Continue reading
Poetry Day: Mad Doctor of Dyer
(Another fictional journey about a crazy doctor. Really should try to write one of these again.) Beneath the clean-cut hedges And the children playing tag Thrives a maze-like lab Run by Dr. Thaddeus Donald Thad He is a man who … Continue reading
Poetry Day: Lost Flights
(A poem about missing the creativity we had as children. Feels like adults can’t even try to fly as high as kids. Maturity definitely comes at a price.) I remember older days When my mind would wander Taking flight in … Continue reading
Posted in Poems
Tagged adults, author, children, creativity, imagination, poems, poetry, writing
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Poetry Day: Look At Us
(The desire for attention is stronger today than when I wrote this poem. Sad thing is that it seems to be more financially sound to do this.) Stupid stunts and sickness Done in the camera’s eye And posted without fears … Continue reading
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Tagged attention, look at me, maturity, poems, poetry, social media, stunts, writing
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Poetry Day: Lonely Lyrox
(Another simple one. Just conjured a creature in my mind and wrote about it.) A whimpering From beneath our feet Nearly audible Amidst the city static A sign that something lives In the subway depths A portly form With matted … Continue reading