Coughing up a cacophony
Body feeling achy
Lungs bucking like a pony
Knees getting shakyHead pounding like a drummer
Mind getting hazy
Being sick is a bummer
At least I can be lazy
– Shaman Romney 2019
Archive for the ‘poem #19’ Tag
Being Sick (National Poetry Writing Month 2019 #19) Leave a comment
Simple (National Poetry Writing Month 2018 #19) Leave a comment
A simple poem because I am sick
Because my body is being a dick
I’ve been struck with this nasty malaise
Leaving my mind in a cloudy haze
I feel I can barely think
It’s like I’ve had too much to drink
And so I makes this simple rhyme
To get a poem done in time
– Shaman Romney 2018
Punch (National Poetry Writing Month 2017 #19) 1 comment
It starts with the balls of your feet
Tough from walking on the street
Tough from carrying the weight of the world
Then it moves from your knees to your hips
As experience slips
From the beginning to your prime of your life
From your hips to your chest
‘Cause you’re giving it your best
Its your one shot, gotta make this chance count
Make your arm shoot forward
As you keep moving forward
To meet the goal you’ve been fighting for all this time
Finally ending at your fist
All this energy exists
For the moment that you finally decide to
Punch!
-Shaman Romney
Reflection (National Poetry Writing Month #19) Leave a comment
Have you ever
Seen your very own face?
Think about itYou have seen
Reflections in mirrors and water
Photos and videosBut you haven’t
Seen it like we do
Like I haveAnd you won’t
But that is okay because
Neither will I
– Shaman Romney 2016
Moments (National poetry Writing Month 2015 #19) 1 comment
I love the moments I spend with you.
My heart fills with sadness when my time with you is through.
I’m filled with anxiety, but then
My world is happy once more when I see you again.
– Shaman Romney 2015
Man Across the Sea (National Poetry Writing Month #19) 1 comment
I often like to ponder, the man across the sea.
I find I often wonder, does he stop to ponder me?
While I wonder of adventures that he’s having on his own,
Is he wondering about peaceful nights here at home?
I picture lands at the world’s end.
He pictures dinners here with friends.
I feel so jealous of the man on the sea.
But I need to realize, he wishes he were me.
Shaman Romney 2014
