Close my eyes to cry
Drifting down in my spiral
Self-consuming void
– SR Romney
Spiraling (National Poetry Writing Month 2025 #14) Leave a comment
Inevitable (National Poetry Writing Month 2025 #13) Leave a comment
What doesn't kill you
Just delays the inevitable
We are all dying
Only the rate of decay changes
Since we all share the same destined end
Of stillness and dust
We should try to live every day
Like it is our last
– SR Romney 2025
Indecision (National Poetry Writing Month 2025 #12) Leave a comment
This indecision
Has me ensnared in a vice
Heists my attention
I know the longer I wait
The harder to make a choice
– SR Romney
Conversation Is Molden (National Poetry Writing Month 2025 #11) Leave a comment
Conversation is molden.
Stale and overgrown,
It hasn't changed in months.
Showing signs of rot,
Stiff with rigor mortis,
It's time for us to move on.
– SR Romney
Sitting In Silence (National Poetry Writing Month 2025 #10) Leave a comment
Sitting in silence
Meaningful conversation
Spoken with no sound
– SR Romney 2025
Color (National Poetry Writing Month 2025 #9) Leave a comment
While I watch, the world is burning.
I am filled with craving, yearning,
For a respite where I can just be me.
No, I did not choose to be this;
This shade of paint on the canvas.
So why can't you just let my color be?
Whitewash away the different,
Destroy what you call aberrant,
Erase the colors you don't wish to see.
If you crave only monochrome
Then march me to my catacomb.
At least, in death, I'll finally be free.
– SR Romney 2025
Beauty (National Poetry Writing Month 2025 #8) Leave a comment
My thoughts are enveloped in a sea of beauty.
My eyes fall upon your visage: a true beauty.
As winds inevitably wear away the stone,
Time wears away at life's ethereal beauty.
As a photograph snapshots a moment in time,
My memory encapsulates all your beauty.
At the end, in the final gasp of the dying
We find a melancholic moment of beauty.
In this tempestuous screaming match with my love
I'm burned by a blistering, passionate beauty.
As long as I have drive to continue forward
I will fight endlessly to protect all beauty.
– SR Romney 2025
I Don’t (National Poetry Writing Month 2025 #7) Leave a comment
I don't feel like doing much of anything today.
I don't feel like doingmuch ofanythingtoday.
I don't feel likedoinganything.
I don't feellikeanything
I don't feelanything.
I don'tfeel.
Idon't.I.
.
– SR Romney
A Shade (National Poetry Writing Month 2025 #6) Leave a comment
At what point did I drift
From human to a shade
Walking across the corpse
Of my former life?
I glide past former friends
A lover, a rival
Like a chill running down your spine
Maybe a moment's hesitation
Or a glance of reservation
Before I slide away
Entirely forgotten
– SR Romney 2025
The Mask You See (National Poetry Writing Month 2025 #5) Leave a comment
I'll never remove
The mask you see
It's permanently affixed
But over time
With a little learning
Maybe I can
Draw something
A little closer
To the real me
– SR Romney
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