Close my eyes to cry
Drifting down in my spiral
Self-consuming void
– SR Romney
Archive for the ‘Poem #14’ Tag
Spiraling (National Poetry Writing Month 2025 #14) Leave a comment
Free Time (National Poetry Writing Month 2024 #14) Leave a comment
I spent my time away
From my responsibilities today.
My duties can make way;
It's time to go and play!
I spent this time for me
And let myself be free
'Cause tomorrow I will be
The pinnacle of responsibility.
SR Romney 2024
Evolve (National Poetry Writing Month 2023 #14) Leave a comment
The world keeps changing,
Arranging,
And I must evolve.
So complicated.
Frustrated,
I have to evolve.
I need to adapt
Be enrapt,
And so, I evolve
The world moves forward
Flies onward
We all must evolve
– SR Romney 2023
Growing Pains (National Poetry Writing Month 2022 #14) Leave a comment
Growing pains like little trees
Taking root in my deep tissues
Nurtured by time and bad habit
Branching out to my extremities
With scarlet red blossoms of life
I'm awash in the experience
The blooming gives to anquish
And makes me feel alive.
– SR Romney 2022
Art (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #14) Leave a comment
Words of men’s souls;
of creation.
The inspiration of human beings:
Art.
Of being human,
inspiring the
Creation of souls:
men of words.
– Shaman Romney 2021
The King of Nothing (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #14) Leave a comment
The king of nothing stares out
At the land of his ever growing ego.
He stands on his mountain to shout,
“I am the king of wherever I go!”The people all pointed and jeered
At their “monarch’s” obvious delusion.
For the dynasty he thought was revered
Was all just his own sad illusion.
– SR Romney 2020
Wasting Time (National Poetry Writing Month 2019 #14) Leave a comment
Wasting away
The hours in the day
What can I say
Do they matter anyway?
It’s worth what I pay
If it shows me a way
From all work and no play
– Shaman Romney 2019
Nothing (National Poetry Writing Month 2018 #14) Leave a comment
I feel I should do something,
But I don’t know what.
But I know it should be more
Than lazing around.My time here is short;
Every moment is treasure.
I know this but still
I waste time doing nothing.
– Shaman Romney 2018
Success: A Tritina (National Poetry Writing Month 2017 #14) Leave a comment
When talking of success
Some think it is just luck
Others, claim it’s hard workTo create chance takes work
Chances to find success
Heros make their own luckStarting off well is luck
As you gain from the work
Of your parent’s successIn the end, success comes from both good luck and hard work
– Shaman Romney 2017
Custody Agreement (National Poetry Writing Month #14) Leave a comment
I stare at the paper, taking in every line.
My heart, my family, contained within;
The state’s way of encapsulating my everything.
My heart, my family, forever intertwine
On this paper, this ink; the court system’s skin.
My choice now is the tattoo needle, or the knife.
For my family, I sign the paper, and tie the string
To my heart. I will gladly give you my life!
– Shaman Romney 2016
Shame on The Universe 