Fridge Poem
Author: nomisyar
I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus.
Autumn, Again
Whispers of yesterday
blow
in the wind,
and into my ears.
down, down, down
to my toes.
Foggy memories
unearth crisp feelings of
what almost was,
of what never can be.
Yet,
moon and stars, and that which lies between
I think
I wish
I wonder.
I want
I lust
I dream.
I walk away
towards her.
I walk away again
Autumnal Hymn
I saw a ladybug
he peed
on me.
Good luck for me
not for him.
Jealouzz
Dragonflies
doing it in midair.
Now that’s hot.
because you asked
lips holding
the richest laughter,
and the promise
of so much more.
A promise of what can be.
If one lets go.
a dragon
hidden
within a rose
of another color.
tender
And
fierce….
Alive
and
Burning.
Like a sun.
Waiting (i)
…
Fearing
…
Peace eludes
Those who chase.
Joy escapes
Those who wait.
So
why
am I
here,
waiting for you?
lEaP
When Hesitation
and Doubt
grip tightly
across your chest,
holding you back
from the edge-
from the razor’s edge,
that is as good a sign as any
to go ahead
and do it.
Do it hard.
And do it loud.
Do it with a smile,
and don’t look back.
Play The Game
Patience
And
Passion
mate,
to spawn
Beauty.
Wait for the wheel my Friend,
and we will wait for you.
I,
will wait for you.
Patience,
and Passion.
&
Faith.
Truth
in his face
but she can’t see it.
Rules your life
but they don’t follow.
I laugh
because I know
that He loves me,
and,
I am He.
Seriously,
I laugh,
A lot.
Don’t you laugh too?
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