I’m a disembodied voice
Hoping from cell tower to cell tower
A set of fingers
Running across your Ethernet cable
A memory
Pasted across your Facebook wall
A parasocial phantom of the internet
And I like it that way
– SR Romney 2020
Archive for the ‘Poem #21’ Tag
Phantom (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #21) Leave a comment
Seek (National Poetry Writing Month 2019 #21) 1 comment
I seek pleasure in the material
But the effort is a waste
I seek succour in the ethereal
But can’t aquire the tasteI seek refuge in the familiar
But it’s all turned to stone
I seek shelter among others
But my thoughts are alone
– Shaman Romney 2019
Self Reflection (National Poetry Writing Month 2018 #21) Leave a comment
People should spend more time in self reflection
Too many are checking out their reflection
Instead of working towards their goals and virtues
We spend time on Facebook for likes and for views
We should be working towards improving our self
But we leave all our dreams sitting on the shelf
We’ve become Narcissis, trapped in our own gaze
Locked in our own prisons, for all of our days
– Shaman Romney 2018
“Fun” Poem (National Poetry Writing Month 2017 #21) Leave a comment
I want to write a fun poem
But I don’t know if I can
With fun words; I don’t know ’em
Maybe I should make a plan?Except every time I try to
My thoughts are pulled astray
They make me want to cry, too
In a most depressing wayI’d love to just be happy
I try, but I just can’t
The world can be so crappy
All I want to do is rantWill I regain some sanity?
Well, one coud only hope
But if your asking me?
The answer is a simple “nope.”
– Shaman Romney 2017
Caffeine (National Poetry Writing Month #21) Leave a comment
Caffeine
In my brain
Caffeine
Against the grain
Caffeine
Go insane
Caffeine
CaffeineCaffeine
Moving fast
Caffeine
Blazing past
Caffeine
Iconoclast
Caffeine
CaffeineCaffeine
Vessel pop
Caffeine
Pressure drop
Caffeine
Should I stop?
Caffeine
CaffeineCaffeine
Levels low
Caffeine
Going slow
Caffeine
Time to go
Caffeine
Caffeine
– Shaman Romney 2016
The Edge (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 # 21) Leave a comment
Standing on this 18th floor balcony,
But unlike you I am alone.
In my mind I take a leap,
Body sinking like a stone.It’s just a thought. I would regret it
Some where around floor nine.
But part of me just wont forget it
And beckons me towards the edge.He looks me in the eyes and says
“Don’t you want to join the sky?
Lose the weight of all your troubles,
And for that glorious moment, fly?”His words make sense; indeed, persuade me.
Despite how troubling they are.
It feels like nothing will dissuade me.
As I move closer to the edge.I put my hand upon the wall;
Lift my legs over the railing.
My self destructive reasoner
Is the one finally prevailing.In this moment, I seem to lack,
That basic instinct; self preservation.
The feeling that would hold me back
From finally falling off the edge.
– Shaman Romney 2015
Coffee: A Haiku (National Poetry Writing Month #21) Leave a comment
Without you, old friend
My life would be misery
Morning pleasure brews.
Shaman Romney 2014
