Time in moving,
Step by step,
Will reach our
Destination.
Our reach will,
Step by step,
Move in time.
– SR Romney 2023
Archive for the ‘poem #27’ Tag
Destination (National Poetry Writing Month 2023 #27) Leave a comment
Outlaw (National Poetry Writing Month 2022 #27) Leave a comment
Tired of being a criminal for who I am
Aiming to be treated equal to my fellow man
But fellowship is just shit, I see the knife and it slips
See my friend's gentle fingers stained red
It's said man is a pile of miserable secrets
Regrets and mistakes,
Just one more crack from a break
And yet when I think about all that's at stake
I take a deep breath and step forward with reverie
'Cause no one likes a fight with a foregone conclusion
Our rights are just illusions, it's time to cast a counter spell
There's people running through hell with this confusion
So set the record straight, stand up for yourself
Become an outlaw
– SR Romney 2022
Musings (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #27) Leave a comment
The snowflake dances within my mind
Relaxing in the summer sun, my thoughts melt away.
The sound of your laughter echoing
Ringing through all the empty spaces you left behind
I am contained in a pane of class
My self image a reflection of those around me
Time marches on at a steady pace
The destination keeps moving closer and closer
– Shaman Romney 2021
Mirror, Mirror (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #27) Leave a comment
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Is there reason to it all?
Does pride go before the fall?
Mirror, mirror, on the wall.Mirror, mirror, that I see,
Is this all that’s meant for me?
Is this what I’m meant to be?
Mirror, mirror, that I see.Mirror, mirror, in my sight,
On this foul, accursed night
Show me which path is the right!
Mirror, mirror, in my sight.Mirror, mirror, in my mind,
Do not leave me waiting blind.
Lie, and I’ll respond in kind,
Mirror, mirror, in my mindMirror, mirror, lying broke.
Fie on the foul truth you spoke;
Unsettling stirrings you awoke!
Mirror,mirror, lying broke.Mirror, mirror, fade to dust.
Final feelings of disgust.
All achievements turned to rust.
Mirror, mirror, fade to dust.Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Of a kingdom once stood tall.
Now a final, fitting pall.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall.
– SR Romney 2020
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
Running On Empty (National Poetry Writing Month #27) Leave a comment
I am running on empty
Thoughts have fled
And I have nothing leftBut, hard as it is
I must write
For it is my lifebloodI’ll fill up my pot
Of virtual ink
And write on once more
– Shaman Romney 2016
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
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
Shame on The Universe 