Almost forgot
Lucky I caught
Myself in time
Before I sleep
I pen some words
Not too many
To hit my goal
And end my day
– SR Romney
Archive for the ‘NaPoWriMo’ Tag
Almost Forgot (National Poetry Writing Month 2025 #20) Leave a comment
Whisked Away (National Poetry Writing Month 2025 #19) Leave a comment
Whisked away
Like morning egg yolks
Bright and full
Unique parts of me
Combine; a good day
– SR Romney 2025
Abundance (National Poetry Writing Month 2025 #18) Leave a comment
Abundance of resources,
Food, wealth, money overwhelming.
A bounty of vast riches
Within your grasp, always in reach.
Lacking goals, or a drive for more
To have your wants frees your needs.
– SR Romney
Magic Trick (National Poetry Writing Month 2025 #17) Leave a comment
The magician purrs on my chest
And tells me to close my eyes.
With a flick of her tail
Poof!
She made hours vanish in seconds.
– SR Romney 2025
Dream (National Poetry Writing Month 2025 #16) Leave a comment
Even when wide awake
I am still dreaming
My thoughts floating
Drift lazily
Colors
Peace
– SR Romney 2025
Reckless Abandon (National Poetry Writing Month 2025 #15) Leave a comment
With reckless abandon,
I threw away my most important things
Without a thought.
Now, with a clearer head,
I can no longer function as I need;
I'm lesser now.
But, since time flows onward,
I cannot return to a greener past;
They can't come back.
I shoulder my failure.
I'll endure, and hopefully with hard work,
I will get through.
– SR Romney 2025
Spiraling (National Poetry Writing Month 2025 #14) Leave a comment
Close my eyes to cry
Drifting down in my spiral
Self-consuming void
– SR Romney
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
Shame on The Universe 