Will you lay down
And make yourself comfortable?
Will you lay down
Instead of scratching up my gown?
I know my flesh feels unstable
But I'm human, not a table!
Will you lay down?
– SR Romney 2026
Archive for the ‘poem #12’ Tag
Will You Lay Down (National Poetry Writing Month 2026 #12) Leave a comment
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
Caution: Open Flame (National Poetry Writing Month 2024 #12) Leave a comment
I burn people who get close to me
Like a branding iron made of jokes
Like a stovetop you forgot was on Tinder
Or a campfire you ran into at a bus stop
For your own and everyone else's safety
Either put me out or stay far away
You wouldn't want to get burnt
SR Romney 2024
String (National Poetry Writing Month 2023 #12) Leave a comment
The silly string dances on the edge of my sweater
Tempting me to yank it, but I should know better
But finally, it fools me; it is rather long.
I don't need to grab scissors. I mean, what could go wrong?
I grab the thread firmly, and I give it a pull,
Then watch in horror as I see my sleeve unspool.
With morbid curiosity, I pull it some more
Wondering what this journey has in store.
When I'm finally finished, my sweater has fled.
I'm left with a nice ball of yarn instead.
– SR Romney 2023
Rainstorm (National Poetry Writing Month 2022 #12) Leave a comment
Feel the cleansing torrent of rain fall
Sanctifying all it touches;
Baptism by floodwaters.
Creative destruction,
Bestowed on mankind
As reminder:
We will fade
With the
Tide
– SR Romney 2022
Survivor’s Lament (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #12) Leave a comment
In the mirror, all I see
A ghastly shade stares back at me
Haunted eyes, of hate and scorn
In their depths a love forlorn
Ghosts of memories come again
Where once was joy, now only pain
Years of torture, cries I've wailed
Grim reminders of those I've failed
Demons in bottles and needle points
Try as I may, it all disappoints
Through all my lies, I know you're gone
Unjust as it is, I still live on
– Shaman Romney 2021
A Bit Too Cold (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #12) Leave a comment
Life has grown a bit too cold
As every moment passes by.
Despite the warmth I try to hold,
Life has grown a bit too cold.
Love is worth it’s weight in gold,
And I’m a beggar asking why
Life has grown a bit too cold
As every moment passes by?
– SR Romney 2020
Beauty (National Poetry Writing Month 2019 #12) Leave a comment
What is beauty?
The crimson petals of a rose?
A brilliant sunset on a warm summer’s day?What is beauty?
The blisters from a hard day’s work?
The crowd of people gathered at your funeral?Is beauty even something we can truly know?
Something we can point at and say,
“That is beauty.”Or is it kept in our mind, in our thoughts, alone?
Wrapped up in a subjective thought,
“That is beauty.”
– Shaman Romney 2019
Sick and Tired (National Poetry Writing Month 2018 #12) Leave a comment
Sick and tired
Thoughts expired
Mired, drained
Joy restrained
Nausea hits
Eyesight quits
Head explodes
World erodes
Finally creep
To fitful sleep
Floating away
No more today
– Shaman Romney 2018
Missing Pistachios (National Poetry Writing Month 2017 #12) Leave a comment
Some mustacio’d pistachio thief
Stole into my living space
And much to my disbelief
My nuts have vanished without a traceI wanted to find him, to give chase
But I didn’t know where to start
My mind a bullet, my thoughts race
In my chest is a broken heartFor I cannot bear to be apart
From my favorite shelled green seed
For I love to have them a-la-carte
My desire goes past want to needI guess I will have to concede
That my stash is gone forever more
Since I do not have any lead
I’ll suck it up, and go to the store.
– Shaman Romney 2017
Shame on The Universe 