We all float
Like bubbles of air
So fragile
So carefree
Catching the light around us
Until we go pop
– SR Romney 2022
Archive for the ‘poem #17’ Tag
Bubbles (National Poetry Writing Month 2022 #17) Leave a comment
Afternoon Nap (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #17) Leave a comment
Energy evaporates
In the afternoon sun
My head hits the pillow
For only a little napThe day passes away
As I rest peacefully
Now I’m fully rested
In time for a good night’s sleep
– Shaman Romney 2021
Glass Casket (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #17) Leave a comment
A prisoner in my own glass casket
Allowed to observe, but not interact
Air inside continues to get thinner
As my thoughts coalesce and fade away
I start to drift throughout beams of sunlight
As the clock chimes and it’s hands start to slow
I breathe in deep; my eyes finally close
And I relax, having now found my peace
– SR Romney
Ideals/Failure/Sacrifice/Life: 4 Haikus (National Poetry Writing Month 2019 #17) Leave a comment
If I hold ideals,
Am I not obligated
To live them myself?
—
In failure, I grow
Into someone with the chance
To fail yet again
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Life: a sacrifice
To the gods, or to our fate
Willing or afraid
—
My life is fleeting
The amount is just a crumb
But the taste is sweet
– Shaman Romney 2019
Nothing To Do (National Poetry Writing Month 2018 #17) Leave a comment
I’ve got to get home as fast as I can;
I’ve got a lot of nothing to do.
Close down my laptop as quick as I can;
I have so much nothing to do.
I do a lot of nothing when I get the chance;
It’s really quite hard to do.
I’m usually doing easy stuff like working,
But nothing is quite hard to do.
I getting quite good at doing so little
With all of the nothing I do
And so I must go, there’s no time to waste
I’ve got a lot of nothing to do.
– Shaman Romney 2018
I’m Done (National Poetry Writing Month 2017 #17) Leave a comment
I’m done with the world
I’m done with battle lines
I’m done with black and white
I’m done with death and destruction
I’m done with wrongs unpunished
I’m done with good gone wrong
I’m done with good intention roads
I’m done with well intentioned fools
I want to be done caring
But I can’t help it
– Shaman Romney 2017
-Ation (National Poetry Writing Month 2016 #17) Leave a comment
Inspiration
Comes from perspiration,
Exasperation,
Copious amounts of cogitation,
And irritation
Surrounding the procrastination
Of my poetic fixation.
In it’s gestation,
This creation
Cures my writer’s constipation,
Removes frustration,
And brings sedation
To today’s expectation.
– Shaman Romney 2016
Carousel (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #17) Leave a comment
Carousel spinning,
Animals dance lazily,
Children’s joy echoes.
– Shaman Romney 2015
The Fight (National Poetry Writing Month #17) Leave a comment
Sounds crashing,
Glass smashing,
Scattered on the floor.
I couldn’t miss,
the perfect fist,
you left upon the door.
I couldn’t stand
as you brought that hand
Hard across my face.
I tried to speak,
I couldn’t think.
I had to make some space.
The door was shut,
I had enough.
And then you start to worry.
Insults flying,
sounds of crying
“I’m so sorry,”
“I’m so sorry.”
You’re sorry,
until you do it all again.
You’re sorry,
until I get in your way.
You’re sorry,
until you don’t want to be.
You’re sorry,
Just to make me stay.
Shame on The Universe 