Sam - Hello Poetry

Sam Oct 2018

her

she's got a voice like lavender
and a hug like a rhyme
the legs of a traveller
and a mind teeming with time

she thinks like a poet
yet acts like a priest
she's has an air of fresh breath
wisecracks stuck between her teeth

she picks them out like
apples in the market
like moses on the mount might
like crops at a harvest

that's all i have for her tonight

#her #thoughts #poetry

Sam Jul 2018

her

I've been running around
a notebook on my hip
and the sun in my eyes
and your words on my lips

i've been falling asleep
with your smell on my mind
and the faintest memory
of our fingers entwined

but I've been waking up
with a pillow by my side
and you leaving with my dreams
on the outgoing tide

#her #thoughts #poetry #longdistance

Sam Jul 2018

we're all gonna cake it

make or mar
and make or break
wage your war
or wake and bake

#poetry #thoughts

Sam Jun 2018

lovesick

i fall in love like i get sick
it happens on some idle tuesday
after a night in the rain

come sit at my bedside
and have a cup of tea
i'm a little low on love
and more than low on vitamin c

i kiss like i cough
and i **** like a shiver
with a wheeze
and a nose running rivers
i'll wear my heart on my sneeze

sleeves

#love #her #thoughts #poetry #puns

Sam Jun 2018

her

I knew a glassy eyed doll
a classy glass idol
red to excess; red lipstick
and red back-less dresses for the spine-less chick
well re(a)d in chiq cosmo - check
but purple(xed) by the cosmos
rotting, like her kombucha and compost

spun puns

#her #poetry #thoughts

Sam Apr 2018

her

life might lead on like a patterned string
in avalanches of winters and spatters of spring
but I still don't know why the blackbird sings

She swoops and jives on sinatra's swing
but her eyebags halo like saturn's rings
and she patters around on tattered wings
purposefully hunting for the wasps sting
but why the blacker the bird the sweeter the sing

and its like through all that clattering
she can't hear she matters more than every thing

blackbirds eat wasps

#her

Sam Apr 2018

naruda's ocean is not beautiful

life's locomotion hastens my soul's erosion
and i long to sink to the ocean floor.
so i let the radiowaves carry me out the open door -
to the ocean's shore.

I see a sea shell, broken, and she's chosen or
stolen like raw golden ore
I know that she's worn; sea foam's torn
the claw from her own paw.
I had this notion to be a slave to my emotions; oxytocins *****.

but my affection ebbed in motion like a seagull drifting on the delicate cadences of the wind's waxing and waning devotion.
so no more

#her