The Prettiest Poems Ever Penned on the Planet+ The World’s Wisest Words of Wisdom

July 24, 2020

I broke on the rocks

When your talons

Gouged out my eyes

I held fast to your tail

As you soared up high over the rocks

With one flick you released me

I broke into seven pieces on the rocks

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Infected Poems

April 27, 2020

I slated

I’m so elated

I slated 

isolated

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Monarch Butterfly Poem

March 31, 2020

In response to Kylee Baumle, here is a Haiku about the Monarch Butterfly:

Monarch

Flittering orange

Weightless flying crepe paper

Please land on my nose


And now, this daisy will; take you someplace…

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Can You Make a Poem About…

March 30, 2020

The other day, a friend asked if I could write a poem based on a prompt, and if so, if I could write a poem about eating with your hands. It turns out that eating roasted vegetables with your hands lets you enjoy them better than with a fork or chopsticks. It’s just a fact.

So I wrote the following:

 

Eating with my fingers

Such a sticky delight

mashing mashed potatoes

in the middle of the night

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5th Word

January 25, 2020

I am propelled by Love 

will heal the world Love

to create good things

Love 

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Annoyed and Enlightened

May 30, 2019

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That’s a little cartoon I call, “People, shut the fuck up for a minute!” I mean, it’s hard to think of any other animal that just constantly jabbers: talk, talk, talk. Give it a rest! The other animals on the planet have told me that they are annoyed, so quiet the fuck down. The trees, too… they can’t take it anymore. The greatest thing about the original Planet of the Apes movies was that humans had lost the ability to speak. Thank fucking God.

I walked around in a labyrinth and came up with this poem:

I create my life’s story

I live my life’s story

I create stories with my life.

I am both in the center of my labyrinth

And on the path of my labyrinth

I don’t have to wait around for anything to happen

I am happening

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Trees

March 26, 2019

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Photo by Fine Gardening Magazine

I am so grateful to live in the age of trees.

Trees hold the Earth and sky together. 

Fungi hold trees together.

I hold myself together.

But sometimes I slip through my fingers.

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