Posts Tagged ‘Emotional poetry’

What’s Narcissism? Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

March 4, 2017

If I hear advice/
from a higher source, is it/
true narcissism?

The Message Gets Out: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

March 4, 2017

Some criticized what/
I wrote. Was I wrong? One said/
it brought peace. Inspired.

Despite All That, I’m Here: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

March 3, 2017

I drove through rain and/
bad traffic to get here. Yet she/
cuts my shave habits.

Common Pain? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

March 2, 2017

Does this happen to/
everyone? Cleaning out old/
wreckage, you break down.

Painful Garage Discoveries: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Lament

March 2, 2017

They fell out
of an old cardboard box,
in a pile, onto the floor.
It was like that scene
from Garfield’s Christmas.

I, too, found a stack
of old love letters,
written from she who now,
as I move her out of her life,
must be obeyed;
she who I betrayed.

I’d forgotten,
(or maybe I never knew,)
how much she loved
me.

Her words tell me.
Surprise me.

Now,
nearly four decades later,
I can only stand
in the messed up
and cluttered garage
the cold, damp space
that still holds,
for a little while longer,
the life
which we shared.

There,
amid piles
of old,
handwritten papers,
scarcely daring to read
those words she wrote
decades ago,
I weep bitter tears of
sorrow,
guilt,
pain,
and deep remorse.

She’ll never know
how sorry I am.
How could she?
Until this moment,
I didn’t even know.
I found some old love letters on the garage floor

Being Okay With Yourself: Revolutionary Plagiarized Haiku

February 21, 2017

God says: “I’m okay/
with you. Now you need to be/
okay with yourself.”

Pain’s Not Purposeful: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

February 19, 2017

When folks hurt others, /
it’s not because they mean to./
It’s they just don’t care.*
or
*They’re just not caring.

Stumble To Fall: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

February 16, 2017

She hoped I wouldn’t/
stumble over her. It’d be/
nice to fall for her.

Calling A Date A Date: Romantic ImproVerse Iambic Poem Lament

February 15, 2017

When she flew with a married guy/
to Paradise, I didn’t cry.
Why?
I was just waiting.
Now she at least admits:
They’re dating.

Yes, it’s the pits.
But don’t be alarmed.
I won’t lay awake at night,
nor fight
a battle of wits
with someone who’s half armed.

Ascending Prayers For A Mamma’s Boy: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku Lament

February 15, 2017

Prayers are ascending/
for him, because we are all/
Mammas boys at heart.