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
Archive for the ‘poem #25’ Tag
Empty (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #25) Leave a comment
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
Gaming All Day (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 # 25) Leave a comment
Some say spending all day with a game
Is a colossal waste of time, and is extremely lame.
But when you need to refresh you mind
A better alternative would be very hard to find.
– Shaman Romney 2015
Infinity (National Poetry Writing Month #25) Leave a comment
Whirling fire
Long, searing pain
Scorched desire
And loss again.Unending love
Sweet, soothing rain
I rise above
With hope againUnyielding life
Unending train
Triumph and strife
Will come again.My soul will rise
Height, it will gain
With my demise
I’ll rise again.Infinity
Shall not be slain
In memory
I live again.
Shaman Romney 2014
