I am just starting out. I write for me mostly (I think way too much and this serves as an outlet for my very busy mind) . It is fun to share to see if anyone gets anything from them, like a sparked memory, a giggle or some sort of connection. They are nothing amazing, compared to many on here! But I enjoy writing them and to me, that is all that should really matter. X more »
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Stevie Taite Poems
The making of the moon
The moon was born with Earth they say Two vortex, large and small Of gas and dusty nebula And gravitation's pull
Drunk and disorganised
I tried to write a poem whilst drunk I thunk and I thunk which is hard when you're drunk
A Lesson On Poetry From My Five Year Old
I sat in bed one morning With a note pad on my knee When in wondered my Charlie And he snuggled up to me
Autumn 's waking mutants!
When Autumn knocks and hangs his leafy coat up by the door Drifting slowly in and leaving footprints on the floor He drags along behind him his dormant pathogens The central heating shakes them and their Summer slumber ends
Showing My bladder Who's Boss!
Oh what an annoyance It happens to be When my bladder, at night Wakes me up for a wee
Some poems are simplistic They don't wear cryptic lipstick They never try to force it
Mirror mirror You tell lies Who put crows feet Round my eyes?
Grandma round for tea
'Lets eat, grandma! 'Said the man with a grin. He squeezed her bony hand in despair 'I know what I fancy for dinner today' They peered inside, all the cupboard was bare
On Your Pillow
On your pillow Indent made Shower running There I laid
Daddy, swallow your pride.
I want to flip your view point over With my spatula of persuasion Tease the edges of your stubborn mind made up
Cupids arrows (acrostic)
Capturing hearts with their mystical arrows Up in the clouds, little cherubs do flutter Playing their part in the search for new lovers Intent on bringing the lonely together.
She wants to swim
She wants to swim I feel her pulling at my surface In her cage, stirring The waters lap to torment her chagrin
Castrate the crayon
Stalking in the shadow of syllables Drooling at the curves of translucent lines Slipping your warped finger under the hem of stanza You transverberate through every victims creation
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The making of the moon
The moon was born with Earth they say
Two vortex, large and small
Of gas and dusty nebula
And gravitation's pull
Little wind does stroke its land
For mass is sixth of Earth
Which holds down little Atmosphere
Around its smaller girth
It doesn't suffer weathering
Or recycling of rocks
It's craters still look like the day
The meteors gave it pox
The moon it had no H20
No vapour formed a sea
The soup of life was not there served
So remained species free!
The jealous moon so tries to steal
Our oceans from their ...