Frankline Shem O.
Frankline Shem O. Poems
It happened in math—so silent, so still,
Not even a whisper, not even a quill.
The numbers danced on the board in white chalk,
When suddenly… my stomach spoke.
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Love's a goat, it eats your socks,
Your wallet, pride, and favorite Crocs.
It chews your dreams and spits them out,
Then leaves you broke and full of doubt.
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By Frankline Shem O.
'Perfection dims and sharpens at will.'
'The perfect body is always one more diet away.'
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By Frankline Shem O.
A trouser's job is simple, see,
To keep things covered—mostly me.
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By: Frankline Shem O.
They told me
Accents are embarrassing—
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This poem was found in a bullet wound. Recite at your own risk.
They say we're free.
But when we scream, they answer with bullets.
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By: Frankline Shem O.
I drew a picture of God today
but the crayons broke—
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Rule One: Never cry during the day.
People will see soft.
Soft gets you a bullet,
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By: Frankline Shem
You knew the house was burning,
Still, you handed me a match.
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Don't tell me it'll be okay.
You were not there
when my brother's head rolled past me like a ball.
We didn't bury him—
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The Hands That Held Me
His hands are strong, calloused, steady,
Yet something in their weight unsettles me.
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By Frankline Shem O.
They dress red in silk, in candlelight whispers—
(but never in open wounds, never in stitches beneath sleeves.)
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Did you hear what happened?
A tragedy, they say, condolences they sent,
But not as many as the critiques—
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They love the way my teeth catch the light,
the way my laughter spills like wine—
sweet, expensive, intoxicating.
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Frankline Shem O. Biography
Frankline Shem O. | Poet & Mischief Maker with a Pen I write poetry that laughs with you, cries with you, and occasionally trips over its own feet. My work blends humor with raw emotion, capturing life's absurd, beautiful, and utterly ridiculous moments. If it makes you laugh, think, or gasp in horror—mission accomplished.)
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The Rumble That Ruined My Life
It happened in math—so silent, so still,
Not even a whisper, not even a quill.
The numbers danced on the board in white chalk,
When suddenly… my stomach spoke.
GRRRRRROOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAANNNN!
The teacher froze. The students gasped.
The classroom shook as the windows cracked.
The fire alarm blared, the ceiling caved,
A pigeon outside lost all its waves.
Timmy screamed. The teacher cried.
The janitor quit. The principal died.
The PA crackled: 'THIS IS NOT A DRILL.'
The lunch lady whispered, 'Dear God, be still.'
My stomach rumbled—again, much worse,
Summoning something dark and perverse.
The ground split open—a portal appeared!
Through it crawled… my deepest fears.
I bolted fast—I had no choice!
Before my belly found its voice!
But as I fled, one final curse—
THE MIC PICKED UP MY SECOND BURST.
It echoed loud, it shook the air,
It trended fast—I felt despair.
Now I'm famous—oh, hooray!
My stomach has its own fan page today.
A reporter cried, 'Stand back, stay safe!
It's the loudest stomach in the Milky Way! '
Helicopters swarmed—CNN went live,
A scientist yelled, 'IS HE EVEN ALIVE? ! '
I clutched my gut. I tried to explain!
'I JUST MISSED BREAKFAST! PLEASE, REMAIN SANE! '
But my stomach growled… one last time.
The world went dark. The clocks stopped their chime.
And so, my friends, let this be known:
Never skip meals. Eat or be owned.
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Poetry is the rebellion of silence, the weapon of the unseen, and the fire that refuses to die in the darkness
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