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10 Poems in 20 Minutes (Day Seven)

7 days in a row makes a week. Hoo hoo.

10 Poems in 20 Minutes
Day 7

Poem 1:
Here I move
Thinking this will be the last time I see her
This will be the last I step over her body
I check again, again
See if the ribs move
She breathes just barely
That dying dog outside my door

Poem 2:
She smiles at me
That smile courteous no more
Look at all we can do this November
But I don’t want to be here till then
I want to find a home
With rooms that only I walk
I want a place where only I move
Somewhere that lets walled

Poem 3:
I go to the doctor to feel like a sheep
Fill this out, don’t look at her face
Sit down here, read this magazine
Move this way
Wait just a minute and we’ll carve your checkbook
He’ll be with you shortly
To tell you all that’s wrong
Before he slices you up
And offers it to office chairs

Poem 4:
Don’t say it to me
I won’t return that thing
I’ll just cringe and try not to move my expression
Then I flee
I can’t say it
It’s been too long

Poem 5:
The point I’m at
Past when I could have responded
Too late now
But later I’ll think I could have done it right then
If only I had
Then I wouldn’t be here
And this wouldn’t be
That’s better

Poem 6:
I do something really well, no
I preform multiple tasks adequately
No Ingre’s violin for me

Poem 7:
The first I met you
I thought
What a pretentious snot-nose hipster asshole
The second time I met you
I thought
We have a lot in common
If he weren’t sanctimonious we could be friends
The third time I met you
I didn’t speak to you at all
There was nothing to notice

Poem 8:
Why can’t I make myself do this thing
It doesn’t work
I say, yo
Dude
You need to get this done
You can’t keep sitting here
It doesn’t work
Yelling doesn’t work
I just hate myself in louder tones

Poem 9:
Bounce and beat and move to the rhythm of the tone of the style to the flow of the sound that you hear
And
Know to the places that you go to the hearts that you see to the mystery of love and life and music

Poem 10:
I will not cut my hair
Stayed with me since I had bad underwear in gym class
This clump fell loose during prom
Bit got singed over the candle trying to make a fingerprint in wax
If I cut it, no one will remember

And these strands have been there so long
Chopped into pixies
Pinned into bangs
Wrestled into braids
Witness to it all

Who else knows
Tips blonde from lemon juice and sun and pool trying to have lighter hair with no money
Fumigated in my pink fluffy princess dress
Wrapped around this one hot curler the first time I tried to get that perfect spiral

I can’t cut it now
It’s been with me too long
Junk to someone else
But it’s close to me and my thoughts
The one part of me that’s pretty pretty

10 Poems in 20 Minutes (Day Six)

Six days in a row. That takes two hands to count.

10 Poems in 20 Minutes

Poem 1:
I’m afraid that once I think the thought
All the way through
It will go away
And I won’t think it anymore

Poem 2:
She’s lying right outside my door
Her life drips out
And I’ve done nothing with mine

Poem 3:
I have this daisy on my desk
I plucked it from the bunch on the table
Someone sent us in a box with numbers and flowers and cards
Damp cardboard and plastic wet wrappings
All alone lasted longer
Stem brothers all faded
Mine still petals
Singled out makes it better
Solidarity in death in water

Poem 4:
I missed the person I was supposed to pick up
I texted and called
They walked right by the pale sky colored car
Now what am I doing
I’m sitting in a car waiting for no one

Poem 5:
I found what I needed to make it to tomorrow
That’s all I’ll ever have

Poem 6:
I emulate calm
I am calm
I tell myself to calm down
And stay calm
Fury will not help
Get this fury away from me, what am I to do with it. I don’t know what to do with it.
It’s flitting all over the place.
I press the gas down harder.
Fury comes out of my engine and makes us move faster down this little twisty road
Worse, though, I don’t know which way to hold my head.

Poem 7:
Marry me Mary Sue, tell me you’ll love me always, tell me to be with me forever
I’ll not marry you if you ask this Mary Sue, I’ll not love till tomorrow, I’ll stay mine forever now
Please won’t you see me Mary Sue, just look my way this once, and I’ll love you till forever
I won’t look your way, if you ask this Mary Sue, I’ll not see you till tomorrow, I don’t care

Poem 8:
I got an angry text message
What do I do with an angry text message?
There’s no voice attached
No smiles
No lines in the face
So it sits there
I’m not even sure he’s angry
It just looks angry
The whole thing seems
Resigned and mad
Each word means something different now that I’m looking again

Poem 9:
A box of someone else’s treasure pieces
Doesn’t hold much for me
But that won’t stop me from throwing it away
So it can be the racoon’s happy place now

Poem 10:
She said she talks to entertain
But she’s met with silence on our passive days
How do the boring interpret silence?
It’s not going anywhere
Do they wait for that one acknowledged eye?
Single out the glasses for the victims of the following quiz?
Or are they talking to ease their own
No to use
We are the heartbeats they need to feel important
They tell the stories to themselves
And make sure you listen to feel better

So here I am, stuck, listening, to the pitter and the rain
And the ongoing drama of an untouched life.
A life that doesn’t need to me
Just needs my heatbeat and certainty