Posts Tagged ‘Emotional poetry’

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.”

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.

Peace, Joy, Insight, Direction, Energy: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

February 12, 2017

If I’d known temple/
service would bring such deep joy,/
I’d have done much more.

Ancestors Protect Me Like Military: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

February 12, 2017

To get to me, bad/
has to get through them.True for/
sailors, ancestors.
*Similar to the U.S. Navy commercial “The Shield” found at https://youtu.be/bBtCI8QrQtE

Don’t Remake Her: Romantic IMprov Iambic Poem

February 3, 2017

What does it take/
to remake her/
into that shape you/
want her to/
be?/

You can’t./
There’s no chance./
It’s her own power/
and destiny/
to flower/
and be/
her own she.

The harder you try/
to change/
and rearrange,/
the more she’ll run.

But be the man/
who’ll applaud loud./
Be her biggest fan;/
pull her out of the crowd./

Then maybe/
she’ll see/
what you see/
and be/
she./
Freely.

To Be So Caring It Randomly Hurts: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

February 3, 2017

It’s hard for me to/
fathom why my heart hurts for/
one I don’t know well.*

OR
*someone I just met.

AND
Why/
do I/
empathize?/
Is that a surprise?/
Or just me/
and charity?

Upon Reading Of Her Boring Honeymoon: Romantic IMprov Haiku

January 18, 2017

He would speak for most/
other men and ask: “Dear Lord,/
Why can’t he be me?”

Reaching For Stars Grasping For Feet: Romantic IMprov Iambic Verse

January 18, 2017

Why
reach I
for stars
in her eyes?

Then, if
I miss
that bliss,
I may
still
thrill,
anyway,
and grasp her feet,
and be complete.

My Eulogy Wouldn’t Be Like His: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

January 14, 2017

What do you do when/
you’re at a funeral and/
know you’re not ready?