Snoink

Bluebird Remember when we were together And we watched the bluebird fly, Its swift wings and radiant body Melt into ...

Ah, lovely, lovely chicken, Brings back those memories, Where clucking and a clacking, Means it is time for eats.

I hate poetry! It throttles the soul of writing And forces the words to come out Then it warps them further till they’re Twisted hopelessly beyond help. I hate poetry! ...

She seems to be wicked But she’s not She’s the gentlest girl around And I know I shouldn’t It’s against who I am But I can’t help myself I love ...

Once again, I feel my mind spin Heavy with new knowledge Of… derivatives And I’m not sure that I like it. On one hand, it is good. I can handle ...

He looked at me I stared back. He scratched his nose I stared back. He rubbed his hair I stared back. He smiled a bit I stared back. He yawned ...

At first it's only one man. He is wearing a frown and Brown washes over the scene And there he holds a single Clarinet in his hands, though It's doubtful ...

A parody of a Christmas song: It's the most wonderful time of the yeeeaaaaaar! All our essays are due And our finals are soon And there's abject feeeaaaaaar! Oh! It's ...

Freely Falling Object Falling straight into my head Means I've spent too much time with physics And it's time to go to bed. Dedicated to my sister.

White shirt is dirty Black pants don't fit anymore I wait for laundry

You know I’m no great poet Who can weave words around Meanings, so beautiful and poignant. But just for you I decided To find a metaphor For love. At first ...

I think my brain just died, Though I thought it would go with a pop. Or maybe a huge explosion That would rock the entire Earth! Earthquakes would start Followed ...

An Ode To Squirrels Wunce I warse a-walking Down a cleanly path I sawr a little squirrel Larffing at me laffs. He warse a kindly fellow A nicely little gent ...

As I stumble onto the stage My shadow walks beside me, without complaint Silent slender feet padding onto the floor Its ankles clinging to my own Wobbly ones, weak from ...

I had a tiny little dream Where I was being followed By a tiger, gray and black Hiding in my shadow At first I thought – ignore him. That ghastly ...

She’s cold at first – A long sleek body dressed in black with silver buttons lining her front and back Everywhere and from her tone holes She stares out at ...

There once was a tissue named Bradley Who could only do things quite sadly. He snuffled and moaned And bickered and groaned And got thrown away quite gladly.

They scurry beneath the wooden roof their fat bodies glistening with diamonds as they shiver together, their eyes closed, dreaming of Warmth and Sunlight. They have forgotten what their wolfish ...

If there was time-traveling, this is it fingers lingering over embossed letters on cheap hallmark cards -- Christmas has come, rejoice! And in the corner scrawled out by an arthritic ...

Here lies Karina Who went beserk After too much physics Made her ∫F•ds

with a single kiss... with a single kiss the temples topple and Solomon's head is served on a plate

shhhh... listen to the soft sway of oscillations lowering us back into dust a subtle reminder that Energy is conserved but angular momentum is not.

Oh Love, my Lord, be brave Ignore the world’s cry Go quickly to thy grave How could you, a man, crave To face death eye-to-eye…? Oh Love, my Lord, be ...

Her lips parted and in Menelaus' ear she whispered: "We'll always have Paris." She was promptly shot at dawn.

Your words to me are so-- crass. They make me want to scream and laugh tossing aside my white dress as you come down as golden rain While I, trapped, ...

A Study of Birds The businesslike crows in their black suits and black ties hop from the ground to the sidewalk, their beady black eyes inspecting the asphalt before they ...

How uncomfortable it is after the launch when we glance down at the houses and stores and stadiums and realize that we are simply microcosms under a cloudy-foam ocean. It ...

You know she's a flutist because she strikes up to join the rest of her band with her shoulders powdery white and bare despite il maestro's orders. But nobody minds ...

The red man's hand says no but the white man says yes so with a flex of my sneakers I walk with the cars trying to find my way home. ...

Take my words and twist them around your body, a tutu for your naked flesh, and spin around, your toe grinding into my brain as you leap from your perfect ...

The picture looks like this: it is flat and rectangular and it depicts a man (clean-shaven) and a woman, corset on, walking together in a swirl of leaves. You cannot ...

look at me and rejoice! see my hair, how it sparkles in the sun and transforms into spindles of gold for you. and look! when you touch my cheek with ...

The first strike knocks me down. I choke, tasting blood as it froths in my mouth-- even the clouds blur together, shuddering as another blow comes and rattles my bones; ...

The person I really hate the most Has gotta be the internet personality known as Toast! So thus, this poem will be a scathing roast About hatred spreading from coast ...

Whoever taught you how to dance? Your posture is a disgrace! Standing there with your feet to the floor you might be a statue with clammy hands (and a rose ...

The winter came in cold today--it slunk past the forest,frost hanging from its breath,and tore off all the redwith pointed teeth.Naked, the trees cried outand I heard all.Crouching in the ...

Kiss me this once and let'snot confuse ourselves with terminology. You know what I want -- I wantto squeeze your lips with my own,letting your strawberry lips infectmy teeth and ...

I can't stop my fingers from trembling. Hold them straight, flat, in front of my faceand watch them dance out of rhythm. And I'm not sure why--I can only think ...

You can see him in the shady bar, leaning over the woman with Corona on her breath. She's sprawled on the table, shirt gone, arms folded under her head and ...

Didn't you hear?That little girl that you knew who would nuzzleher head into your neck and give you littlebutterfly kisses along your cheeks? That girl whopainted pictures of heaven and ...

Jessa and I wrote this to our twins Kayde2 and Griffinkeeper. We love you guys, and you two are definitely our favorite partners in crime! This is for the Poetry ...

Let’s look up—do you see that bright pinprick above us? The one that reminds me of the twinkle of your eyes. It’s not just a star—it’s a cluster of stars ...

I. You slept this morning, I remember that; you slept and I writhed in agony, waiting. I wanted to shake you awake; I wanted to scream that time was slipping ...

A villanelle!

Read it and weeperz, Mr. Griffinydudeman.

A poem about chickens

I spent 9/11 in a dissociative state.