Archive for the ‘poem #28’ Tag

What if? (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #28)   Leave a comment

What if I could see my whole life
Laid like branches in front of me?
Would I be the type of person
Who prunes my leaves aggressively?
Or would I let them grow or die,
Whatever fits my destiny?
I guess that I will never know,
As now is all we're meant to see.

– Shaman Romney 2021

Posted 04/28/2021 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2021

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Hiding (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #28)   Leave a comment

Much of life is spent in hiding;
Time is sand that runs through fingers.
Always smiling and abiding,
Much of life is spent in hiding.
So I write these words for guiding
And leave you with a thought that lingers:
Much of life is spent in hiding;
Time is sand that runs through fingers.

– SR Romney 2020

American Monarchy (National Poetry Writing Month 2019 #28)   Leave a comment

The president shouldn’t be our king,
He’s a civil servant
But we’re obsessed with making them into
Something they can’t be.
Not just better than you and me
But perfect, a godling.
They have to be the man or woman of our dreams
Beams of light coming down
Angelic choruses sing
Trumpets thundering
Leaving us all wondering
Blinding us with amazement
A panacea embodiment
But whether a cad or a grand crusader
A grand persuader, or a humble worker
They can reach for greatness, but never perfection
And we shouldn’t expect them to.

– Shaman Romney 2019

Stain (National Poetry Writing Month 2018 #28)   Leave a comment

There are things that forever stain a man.
Things so potent and dark
They remain on one’s hands;
Clinging, wash after wash.
Many things come to mind,
But none so nefarious and indelible
As pomegranate juice.

– Shaman Romney 2018

Posted 04/28/2018 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2018

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Utah Weather (National Poetry Writing Month 2017 #28)   Leave a comment

Utah weather; There is nothing better
Than wearing shorts in snow

Or bringing sunscreen and an umbrella
Wherever you may go

Always be prepared, just like a boy scout
Because you never know

If you are going to melt with heat stroke
Or if winter will show.

– Shaman Romney 2017

Backwards Fear (National Poetry Writing Month #28)   1 comment

The ground was cold, wet with blood
The impact, hard and sudden
The wind rushed passed his eyes
The glass twinkled in the sunlight

The window gave way with a final jerk
He continued to hit it with desperation
His hands were slick with his blood
The glass shattered and wounded him.

He punched at it furiously, hurriedly
He dashed for the room, for the light
Running in his abject terror
He spotted safety in the other room

Desperately, he searched in darkness
He had to get away from that thing
He heard the claws scrapping the floor
The monster began its gibbering

The undulating mass stared at him with hunger
His eyes adjusted to the darkness
He heard the other-worldly voice garble
“Run, and you will die tired.”

-Shaman Romney 2016

Posted 04/28/2016 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2016

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Self Harm (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #28)   Leave a comment

Tracing twisted pictures all across my arm
When did i become the person who takes pleasure in self harm?

I hate this sadistic masochist,
The me that seems to find joy in this.

Self destructive sketches drawn  again and again.
A false belief I am atoning for sin.

Or is it a misguided search for relief?
This evil, unwanted,disgusting belief.

Either way, the result is the same.
I lose my soul, and blood in this game.

– Shaman Romney 2015

Posted 04/28/2015 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2015

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Giving Up (National Poetry Writing Month #28)   Leave a comment

Once again, giving up
The enternal loser chimes in.
Why are you even trying?
You’re never going to win.

I give up again.
I gave up again.

Falling down, covered up
the same puddle of shame
My pessimist just laughs at this
You’ll always be the same

I give up again.
I gave up again.

I guess I have to realize
Im staring a losers eyes.
The pessimist stares back me
Shows the world as grey, unclean.
My winning streak has gone away
The optimist won’t come today.
This pathetic loser is out of luck.
It time that I tried
Giving up.

Shaman Romney 2014

Posted 04/28/2014 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2014, Poetry

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