FOP #3

21.8 Love

You hushed
me with your lips
and I fell
into your trance -

we drank coffee
out of tea cups
and got so twisted
in the sheets
we didn't know
up from down
in our lovers weekend.

22.1 Transport/Weather

I squint to see
the trouble along
the train tracks,
and find nothing
but the gloomy fog
settle on my heart.

22.2 3 Verses/3 lines

She watched him pace
with anticipation,
waiting for their bundle

joyous occasion
about to erupt --
or is it?

Time will soon tell
when water flows
and princess arrives.

22.3 Royalty

Her crown is placed
high above her head,
almost out of reach -
it's attainable
though her humility
proves she is
just as common as we.

22.4 First Time

I'm new to this
unfamiliar feeling,
eyes crossing
and contacts sticking
in ways I don't know
how to fix.

My brain cannot
comprehend
prompts..
I cannot
comprehend
even terrible poetry.

22.5 Wild Card

Trees softly flutter
blowing to the left and right,
dancing in the wind

22.6 Form Senryu

there's dirty laundry
with poetry in motion
which one is aired first?

22.7 Clothing

She takes a bite
from her dinner plate
and realizes
she's slopped her feelings
down the front of her shirt -
she's been trying to stifle
them and hide them inside,
but there they are.

22.8 Love

With this ring,
I thee wed -
promises made
in our lovers tryst,
what a beautiful prayer
made to another.

23.1 Transport/weather

There's something cliche
about a dusty road
and tail lights -

of rain pouring down
across a glass pane

or train tracks,
muted, but vibrating.

23.2 3 V/L

I've begun to abbreviate
everything about my life,
and create a distance -

it's the only way
I can make sense of
what my new normal is,

not that you care
to understand, nor
do you pretend.

23.3 Royalty

The jester in the court
entered the room,
and attempted to amuse
the Queen of hearts.

Instead, she took his head
and placed it on a platter,
serving to her mother in law.

23.4 First time

Beginnings are a terrifying home -
we long to find them,
yet never know what to do
when we have hold of them in our hands.

We fluster around
like it's our first time starting
a new journey, when really
we're used to ending them.

23.5 Wild Card

I wish it to be
Friday, for the weekend holds
no more writing prompts

;)

23.6 Formed poem

Sometimes late at night, I listen for
your voice, waiting patiently to
grasp onto your love, and see
what your wisdom holds, but
I must confess I
am impatient
most of the
time,
sir.

23.7 Clothing

She rips a hole
in her brand new stocking
just after tumbling
down a flight of stairs -
the unluckiest woman
just won a lottery,
and yes she will kill herself
attempting to cash in.

23.8 Love

I found you in the bottom
of an empty Moscato,
drenched in my sweet,
white fragrance. We had
it all, once. You loved me
all, once. I promised you
the moon, once. Little did I know,
the moon had been half-eaten,
all became nothing, and love
was just a game you liked to play.

24.1 Transport/Weather

A car zooms down the
alleyway, and the rain starts
to fishtail itself.

24.2 3 V/L

I've begun listening to
the words of others
for my own source
of inspiration,

yet little did I know
I found nothing
in any of them -

their nuggets of perfection
leads me down a dwindling path,
and I don't know
which road to follow.

24.3 Royalty

There's a rumor
that I am the King's
cup bearer, bringing
potent wine
and lullabies,
but my breath cannot
withstand.

24.4 First Time

Honey-like fragrance
envelopes the room
and strips of
adhesive burn onto
flesh. Ripping motions,
sturdier than band aids
over a fresh wound -
a waxing virgin
no longer.

24.5 Wild Card

I get tired of
counting all my syllables
but it's easier.

24.6 Form

Winds graze the treetops,
goats climbing rocky mountains -
nature's masterpiece.

24.7 Clothing

She whispers
with her bare legs
intertwined with his,
nothing on but
his button-up
caressing her body
and she laughs
intentionally, sensually.

24.8 Love

The thrill I would feel,
love even,
to make all of this
nonsense
worth it - the hours spent,
the cramping fingers
and the writing block
to just beat TC.

25.1 Transport/Weather

My heart longs
for a trip
on a deserted island -
full of monsoons
(heavy rain
is beautiful)
and the only destiny
by boat -
my love.

25.2 3 V/L

Will you be safe
with the golden power
of her heart?

Will she be able
to steal you away
from the block?

Can you promise your life
to her? I don't think
you can.

25.3 Royalty

My toes belong
in an ocean
held by a King,
comforting warmth
and subtlety.

25.4 First time

the first time
my tongue touched
chocolate,
I felt like my world
had crashed
into the universe.

25.5 Wild Card

Her pink t-shirt
holds memories
she isn't willing
to let go of -
stained, ripped
and tattered,
just like him.

25.6 Formed poem

At what point do these
poems start to make us look bad?
How ridiculous!

25.7 Clothing

How I long for your laundry
to be mixed in with mine -
brown mittens
and black socks, though
they do not match,
complement one another
like we do.

25.8 love

We're a double or nothing,
give it all you've got
kind of love. We're who
country songs
are written about - tanned
skin and beer.

26.1 Transport/weather

We're watching men
and women
shave each other
with leaves,
locked in their own
sanity,
fighting airplanes
and hailstorms.

26.2 3 Verses/3 Lines

I have pepper flakes
tossed in my eye,
and wish to dislodge
the stones -

for tea kettles
and coffee pots
don't go well together,

yet you don't notice
anything mix matched
in this home.

26.3 Royalty

Who will be crowned
queens (and kings)
of this poetic
beast
of champions -
we will soon find out
and hate the other :)

26.4 First time

She sucks
the mocha from
her pink polka-dotted
straw and wonders
why she took
so long to no longer
become a coffee virgin.

26.5 Wild Card

Flower petals fall
silently to the cold floor
winter has showed up.

26.6 Formed

My eyes are burning
from writing these senyrus -
how do you spell that?

26.7 Clothing

I wish to rip free
of this bra -
holding my boulders
too tightly -
I need release.