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Big Words (National Poetry Writing Month 2019 #27)   Leave a comment

I can be a little grandiloquent
Mostly ’cause I tend to use words like grandiloquent
When it would have been more elegant
To say someone is being narcissistic, egotistic,
or a jerk
It unrealistic of me to think a big vocabulary
Would work in conversation
It only seems to cause frustration
My lack of tact makes me implacable
Restraining my verbosity seems intractable
So my adjectives will be exculpative
My verbs vindictive
And my nouns indicative
Of a man who reads the dictionary too much.

– Shaman Romney 2019

Life Gardening (National Poetry Writing Month 2018 #27)   Leave a comment

Time moves too swiftly.
Relationships turn to rot
Without proper care.
Our lives become barren deserts.
Trying to replant again
Is a much harder struggle,
As the Earth is dry,
And the nutrients sparse.
But with care and effort
And a focus on the fleeting,
We can make our lives fertile
And regrow our relationships.

– Shaman Romney 2018

Cake (National Poetry Writing Month 2017 #27)   Leave a comment

The taste of failure
Of giving in
Of losing what little self control I have
Of loosing my inner demon
Of gaining weight and losing life
Of being perpetually fat
Of being unhappy
But at least it’s not broccoli.

– Shaman Romney 2017

Posted 04/27/2017 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2017

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Running On Empty (National Poetry Writing Month #27)   Leave a comment

I am running on empty
Thoughts have fled
And I have nothing left

But, hard as it is
I must write
For it is my lifeblood

I’ll fill up my pot
Of virtual ink
And write on once more

– Shaman Romney 2016

Posted 04/27/2016 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2016

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I’m Still Broken (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #27)   Leave a comment

It doesn’t matter how much progress I make,
Or how many steps I continue to take.
I’m still broken.

It doesn’t matter how much I try
Or how many times I ask myself why?
I’m still broken.

It makes no difference what I do,
Doesn’t matter what work I put myself through
I’m still broken.

I know that I’ll never be enough
I’m just a piece of glass. Jagged, rough,
And still broken.

– Shaman Romney 2015

Posted 04/27/2015 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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Clean (National Poetry Writing Month #27)   Leave a comment

Cleanliness
is close to
godliness,
some say
If that
is the case,
I must be
the devil.

 

Shaman Romney 2014

Posted 04/27/2014 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2014, Poetry

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