Poem in Your Pocket | Short Poem No. 16

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I have a poem in my pocket.

I keep in closed like a locket.

I’m biding my time. When will I feel fine?

My heart is beating well past its design.

I have a poem on this paper.

To turn back now, I’d be a traitor.

I push myself out into to the field.

Our eyes meet, my weapon I wield.

poem in your pocket

I have this poem in my pocket.

Its words will shoot out like a rocket.

And finally, I’ll have you where I want you,

smitten by the words of Joey Blue.

And, finally, you’ll fall in love with me,

your unsuspecting knight.

I’ll win you this rhyme with love,

because I wrote every word just right.

Photo by Tom Holmes on Unsplash.

If you liked this poem, also check out “Poem in Your Pocket…Literally” from TAMMY’S READING/WRITING LIFE, as well as my own post “Roses Red Violets Blue.”

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Labor Day is Gone | Short Poem No. 15

Labor Day.

It came in like a car slamming its breaks

from an 80 miles an hour work week.

And now it’s time to rush away, no delay,

because there’s only 24 hours in a day.

We will get there, whatever it takes.

And this will be the trip that can’t be beat.

So that when I’m back to work, I can say,

“This was the best trip, by far, okay?”

labor day

But then I blink, two days have disappeared.

And my bank account’s gone in arrears.

But I’m having too much fun,

ignoring the voice telling me, “It’s half done.”

And then, finally, the end is here.

Tuesday comes in again in high gear.

I can’t believe it’s all done.

I’m only left with a photo. . .

and a teddy bear that I won.

Photo by Guzmán Barquín on Unsplash.

For a nice, short post on Labor Day, check out “Happy Labor Day!” by Mitch Teemly. You may also like my post, “Moments Notice.”

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Roses Red Violets Blue | Short Poem No. 14

Roses red violets blue.

I never knew how much I needed you

until you were gone for five minutes straight

and I started to hyperventilate.

Roses red violets blue.

Do you think you need me to?

If we were a band, you’d be my guitar.

But if you ever left it’d break my heart.

roses red violets blue

You love me, I love you.

I think your hair is pretty, too.

You smell so nice that you walk bye.

your perfume makes all the guys die.

Roses red violets blue.

I’m so glad I went with you.

You’re the prettiest girl out on the street.

with your boyfriend poet, ya that’s me!

Photo by Thought Catalog on Unsplash.

If you liked this post, check out “Variations of Roses are red.” by Sunsets Sunrise, and also my own post “Kiss You Kiss Me.”

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14 Line Poem | Short Poem No. 13

A 14 line poem about love:

As I walked into the room I stuttered.

I couldn’t believe what my eyes did see.

But an image of pure beauty fluttered

before my eyes – a dream of what to be.

There, she was sitting down, relaxed and calm.

While my heartbeat crept fast and wouldn’t stop.

She laughed, as if she held me in her palm

strings controlling my marionette top.

14 line poem

Why can women be so cruel to young men

By burying our hearts with just a laugh?

And giving us short glances now and then?

Shooting their perfumes to us like a gaff?

Or did the girl not know the games she played?

Did she not make the moves I thought she made?

Photo by diGital Sennin on Unsplash.

This poem is written as a Sonnet. Check out this other great Sonnet, “A One Syllable Per Line Sonet” posted on Learn Fun Facts. You may also like another one of my poems, “Dancing in the Rain.”

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Don’t Quit | Short Poem No. 12

Don’t quit, stay.

Every day I see your faces.

Different situations, different phases.

A mom with A dead stare wondering who will be there.

The enthusiastic man wondering if he can.

Don't Quit

The girl with hopeless love wondering if she’s enough.

The man in chronic pain, slowly going insane.

Everywhere there’s different faces.

People going through different phases.

But you have to know it’s just a phase.

You have to believe it will be okay.

And, sometimes, there’s nothing else you have to do

but stay.

Photo by Luis Galvez on Unsplash.

For another great post about not quitting, check out “Don’t Quit!” by PRASHANTT, as well as another post of mine, “Let if Go and Move On,” for the few times in life when you should quit.

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Guerlain Vetiver | Short Poem No. 11

Guerlain Vetiver.

It’s familiar, yet different.

Like something lost in time.

Something of the smell the quality,

I picture an old English wood. A wool suit.

And as I write my poetry,

it takes me to another place.

A place by a fire, a bloodhound by my feet.

As I whimsically write away,

even in a newfound accent I’ve discovered myself to have.

Guerlain Vetiver

If I was an old Englishman, living in an old world,

I’d be the king of the country.

But, no, I live in the day of bubblegum and soap.

So, today, Chanel it is.

I may not rule the old world, but at least I’ll rule today.

Photo by Andre Hunter on Unsplash.

Check out Jeremy Fragrance if you need help with perfumes/colognes, as well as my post “How to Pick a New Perfume or Cologne.”

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