Yawning, my eyes drift closed
As I greet the night.
Do nightmares await me?
Or sweet pleasant dreams?
Or will there be nothing
Until I wake up?
No point in wondering;
I'll know tomorrow.
– SR Romney
Archive for the ‘poem #25’ Tag
Yawning (National Poetry Writing Month 2025 #25) Leave a comment
Cracks (National Poetry Writing Month 2024 #25) Leave a comment
I don't know if I can be
The person you want
I'm only a shell
A thin layer of Shellac
You like what you see for now
But at the first bump
The cracks will appear
And you'll see what lies within
See the empty windswept void
Haunted with the shades
And empty eyed souls
That make up the space within
Please recoil in horror
Run away from me
Find someone normal
I don't mind, I understand
Memories of us together
Will stay forever
Ghastly, pale, alone
'Til the next time a crack forms
SR Romney 2024
Dysphoria and Acceptance (National Poetry Writing Month 2023 #25) Leave a comment
Dysphoria Tastes like vegetables I don't like. Feels like an itch I cannot scratch. Sounds like an untuned guitar chord. Looks like a smudge on my glasses that wont come off. Smells like leftovers you forgot in the fridge for months. Acceptance Tastes like pure, clean spring water. Feels like a relaxing soak in a hot bath. Sounds the opening riff to my favorite song. Looks like a stained glass cathedral at sunset. Smells like warm, freshly done laundry.
– SR Romney 2023
Guitar (National Poetry Writing Month 2022 #25) Leave a comment
Early in the morning
I always here your music calling
Dont know who I'd be
Without this Guitar sitting next to me
Beat by beat
Chord by chord
Anytime I'm feeling bored
I pick you up and play a tune.
The brassy buzz that turns to art
As my fingers brush the strings
Rhythmically, I feel the texture
Of your scales ascending
Beat by beat,
Chord by chord,
A world of joy is stored in you
I pick you up and play a tune.
– SR Romney 2022
Spider (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #25) Leave a comment
Today I saw a gigantic spider
Making a journey up my trembling arm
Now I have an unexpected rider
I really hope that it means me no harm
It froze in place once I started moving
The moment tense as we met eye to eyes
It's countenance seem quite disapproving
And no doubt it was planning my demise
Then my hand moved over to the paper
I brought it forth and asked him to hop on
My friend decided to end the caper
I let it out; in a flash it, was gone.
I hope my friend, the spider, will not deign
To grace my house with his presence again
– Shaman Romney 2021
Empty (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #25) Leave a comment
Every day I feel a little more tired
My body getting slower and softer
Pacing myself a little more as I go
Trying a little harder each day
Yet I am still feeling the strain
Of running on empty.
– SR Romney 2020
Get After It! (National Poetry Writing Month 2019 #25) Leave a comment
Are there issues in life that you need to push through?
Is there something you want to do?
Get after it!Are you tired of fighting to get through the day?
Of obstacles put in your way?
Get after it!Do you keep looking for the right moment to start?
You carry a dream in your heart?
Get after it!Sick and tired of looking for your reason why?
Is there something you want to try?
Get after it!You don’t want to spend your whole life wondering how;
The answer is start moving now!
Get after it!
– Shaman Romney 2019
Self Loathing (National Poetry Writing Month 2018 #25) Leave a comment
I’m in love with self loathing,
My ill fitting clothing,
The face in the mirror
I find unattractive.
The cowardly wallflower
Not under his own power.
Not taking the first step,
Merely being reactive.
Best at procrastinating,
Lazy and frustrating,
Doing only what is needed,
Otherwise I’m inactive.
I don’t like that man.
But try as I can
I don’t get why I
Find him so attractive.
– Shaman Romney 2018
Drill (National Poetry Writing Month 2017 #25) Leave a comment
Drill, baby, drill!
For oil to soil the soil we toiled to till
Kill, baby, kill!
No stopping the dropping of bodies; we’ve coffins to fill.
Shine, baby, shine!
We’ll show there’s no going against what we know is divine.
Whine, baby, Whine!
Don’t abstain, just complain. Tell the world what is yours is now mine.
Shill, baby, shill!
Forget morals, rest your laurels on the fortune you can distill
Drill, baby, drill!
If you’ve got it then flaunt it. If you don’t take it then who will?
– Shaman Romney 2017
In Shape (National Poetry Writing Month 2016 #25) Leave a comment
I’m changing
From obtuse to acute
From oblong to compound
From portly to pugilistShedding pounds from
my body,
my mind,
my life,
I stand on the scale.I am less of a man
Than I was at the start;
I’m much better for it.
– Shaman Romney 2016
Shame on The Universe 