I am not nearly
This nice to other people.
But I like you more
Travels coast to coast,
With words to ease weary souls.
Power lies in words;
Words indepth echoed,
Skilled and crafty is my charm.
Something about poems;
A Covid Christmas
Trying not to spread sickness
Only Christmas cheer
Masks with hot cocoa
Still feels 'un poco loco'
Awkward atmosphere
So six feet apart
Astros shooting starsnow they know their ABCs~ Atlanta Braves champs....Mark Toney ©️ 2021.11/2/2021 - Poetry form: Haiku (for you) - Atlanta Braves 2021 World Series Champions
Can I be your dog?
Fed a bowl of cigarettes
in the stale morning,
bowl of you at night.
I'll wag my tail when you're home,
follow you around.
Can I be your dog?
I love you the very best,
Even times of stress,
Please love me so I can rest.
I would sell my soul
To become something bigger
Read to many books
Dreams of a power
Journey, adventure, legends
Remembered through smoke
Alight with fresh fuel
The embers fall slow
The sun rises through
Cutting the night's cloudy veil
Proudly, a new day
The foggy steeple
Perilously peers over
Distant memories
Slow rat sees fast cat
She knows she will not live long
Her tears flow freely
Muffin is good food Give me muffin to eat now I take blueberries
(Dashes equal a beat)
I guess you are me -
You are my conscience, my soul -
The wind that brings life.
-- By Aurora Faustini
Someone suffering
Alone vehement efforts
Menacing end
new to the icy wind,
my nose glows red as the leaves,
in adjustment like the trees.
I clasped her hand tight
Lived by her wisdom, she died
My light gone, alone
Darkness fell, drowned me
Thought lost, reborn a stranger
Dreams real, second life
World shouted to hear
Wrote furiously to see
Wept, slept, sighed, gave up
Love isn't easy
Nor painless or carefree
It yanks your soul deep
Her laughter sang out
Woke me from a trance
Broke the clouds, I danced
Desire fills me
You're eyes meet mine in the night
I love you so much
Swift over desert...
Flying through the air. Time stops!
His legs, once, no more.
Humans with steel limbs
Humans with hearts of pure gold
The future is here
I do like writeing,
it helps me express myself,
it inspires me.
Love family I
strength is the virtue of self
Until the warmth comes
From the Cali heat,
to the gloomy skies of Seattle,
I return to toil once more.
Train rumbles eastward
Rain in the darkness falling
Cold windows and hands
What is life to me?
Something I cannot have yet.
Change is on it's way.
Avengers save world:
The demigods of today,
make Disney money.
Apollo’s haikus,
They are really something else,
still becoming worse.
He struts into clubs
Heard them all before
You speak without intention
Empty promises
I used to live for
sleepless nights, endless fun, but
priorities change.
Like mom always said
a body must have balance.
Work hard, eat well, sleep in peace.
Growing up is tough,
First breath, my new worldNewborn legs find footing onThe path of my life
Lost a nail today
in synagogue;
flipped my brother off.
The sunflowers bend.
They break their own backs to shine;
maybe they want more.
Life is a movie.
I seem to be caught mid-scene
and there is no plot.
Do not blame me, NO.
You chose to fill her body
While you emptied mine.
Awkward is the space
That is left in this blank room.
I’m sorry, I can’t love.
Fingertips are torn,
I do not want your love here.
I am immortal.
Blue are the eyes, cold.
Wait for the ocean to roar;
She will be the moon.
Under the fall leaves
Sitting, waiting for answers,
The world stops, let’s see.
Tell me, silently,
That you never loved me; easy.
What a lie you sang.
Heels tapped on the floor
In the auburn summer sky,
The birds shrieked, why try?
Eyes burn bright red, pained,
Cold is the bed when alone;
Maybe she sang once.
I don’t hear the wind,
But the breath of the world sighs;
“Cry me a river.”
A loop and a pull
Chains to stitches to blankets
It's the little things
I grow up faster,
Darkness chases the blind man;
I must glow brighter.
The sky is painted
The canvas filled with colors
As the sun goes down
The sky is painted
The canvas filled with colors
As the sun goes down
Swirling mass of nervesSelf-perception hexed to hellBut, I carry on.
My Fears are now gone
They went away with hard work
No fear forever
I was once Anxious
It went away with some Time
Confidence is key
To My Mother
Momma he beats me.
What do you want for dinner?
Leftovers sound fine.
To My Rapist
Bruises are bone deep,
Your name is burned on my skin,
white fluffy pillows
floating high up in the sky
hiding the bright sun
Warmth races through me
as the morning sun ascends.
Escape from winter
The light is too bright.
I wish that the bulb would burst
across the burnt grass
Fragile silk clinging
Cruel wind buffets and strains
Unimagined strength
My mentor is love
Thank you for the lessons taught
The good and the bad
Kindness above all
You are so helpful and strong
Thank you, I love you
A shoulder for tears
Loving advice and wisdom
Always supportive
Though sometimes stern
Unwanted offspring
Beloved nevertheless
Though by another
rough lips / salty taste
sticky tears / inside secrets
glowing embers / You?
Haiku, to poets,
Is as Ballroom to dancers:
Form gives confidence.
Conjure up some wit.
Write, revise, and rearrange
'Til you make it fit.
One thing to avoid,
My son, is striped sunshine.
Don't call me for bail.
Haiku in my sight,
Pen in hand, gripped very tight;
Sadly, thought takes flight.
Luscious light blue sea
After the frantic ripping storm
Emotions are freed
In the deep blue sea
Corals hiding the fishes
From floating plastics
Poetry is art
That helps us brave this strange world
And express our souls
Poems are pictures,
They show you who you are and,
Who you used to be.
Oh, sweet liberty.
The graphite scratches along,
so now I am free.
Free to feel all things
Liberated emotions
My heart holds no rules.
Thank you, poetry,
Poetry whispers
Pleas vulnerability
Allows love and pain
Poetry whispers
Pleas vulnerability
Allows love and pain
Poetry whispers
Pleas vulnerability
Allows love and pain
A simple string of letters
can help ignorance escape
in the light of spring
Cool wind makes me glad
Like when you kissed me that day
The day I was sad
Me, Bad poetry
Can't I write like how I paint
I'll Stick to Haikus.
Too hard to weave words,
But adequate enough, if
I stick to Haikus.
Try my best but still.
Read between the lines.
Stay open and look beyond,
the answers are there.
Introduction
Do not pity me
I got myself into this
I’ll write myself out
Beginning
Lines on a clean page
Poetry is good
for giving perspective to
those who do not see
Mayhem on your mind.
When you find peace, then we’ll be.
Earn back what is yours.
