Soccer Dog (and Other Haikus)

Cheering – Body

Hands banging metal,

like a chorus of drummers

beating on the stands.

 

Cheering – Breath

The voices cry out,

swelling over the field

like a rising wind.

 

Commercial Break

Despite the colors,

all I hear are white noises

saying to buy more.

 

Bad Calls

I can taste the blood

leaking from between my lips,

yet play continued.

 

Soccer Dog

My cry of despair,

followed shortly by a howl

from the seat by me.

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MUSIC SERIES – Sirens

Hey there. This poem was inspired by Gimme Shelter by The Rolling Stones. Have a song you think I should write about? Leave it in the comments below!

Sirens

Their voices keep calling me back

to those ash shores we left behind.

I hear them through my apartment

Like the wailings of my children.

Their smiles stare through the shutters,

blood-red and dripping; sick with glee.

I can feel their dirty hands

slipping to grip at my insides.

I can still see them beckoning,

with the promise of a safe bed

away from the blistering winds

and the burning stench of my home.

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LOVE POEM #97 – Envy

Envy

 

When you look through the windowpanes

at the placid winter sunlight,

an icy arrow pricks my heart

seeing your eyes wander the paths.

 

Read the other three sins I’ve written about: Wrath, Gluttony, and Pride.

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MUSIC SERIES – Skipping Stones

This poem was inspired by Midna’s Lament from The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess. If you have a song you think I should write a poem about, drop it in the comments!

 

Skipping Stones

 

Between the ether of everyday smiles

is an evening spent on a secluded lake

looking at the ripples in the reflected starlight

like paint on ever blackening surface waves.

 

I might even skip a rock across the top

to see how far along it will struggle

before the hollow waters swallow it

and all the heavy ideas that it carried.

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LOVE POEM #96 – Wrath

Wrath

 

We kindled our flames with kisses,

but as my fires grew unkempt

wild blazes cauterized your lips

leaving you calloused and broken.

 

Read the other two sins I’ve written about here: Pride and Gluttony

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FIFTY WORD STORY – Future Reflections

The mirror echoed, “who?”

When my voice caught in my throat, the glass turned into a black corridor and swallowed me. I padded down the darkness to an old, decaying wood door.

And behind the door, I saw a feeble looking man. He pointed at me and called out, “you!”

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FIFTY WORD STORY – Black Heart / No More Tears

I saw myself in the mirror, teary eyed, and swelled with disgust. I rinsed my face, stood up straight, and plunged my right arm into my left breast. I tore the heart out, spurting blood on the countertop, and injected it with black dye. There would be no more tears.

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MUSIC SERIES – The Three-Hundreds

This poem was inspired by Touch of Grey by the Grateful Dead, so make sure you check that out. Let me know if you have a song that you think would make a great poem! 🙂

 

The Three-Hundreds

 

Time to take these dusty stairs again;

to drag one foot in front of the other

up to the dreary three-hundreds

where the square footage is half the rent.

 

Mom still has the TV set running

though she’s passed out in the recliner

with a pocketful of empty-headed pills

and another pink paper in her hands.

 

But at least the pouring rain is held back

behind the curtains for another night

and the heating unit is burning

enough to keep the cold at bay.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – Tandem Horseback Riding

It is hard to forgive someone riding on horseback. The long silence of the terrain is like fire to a kettle, slow boiling the water till it bubbles over the sides in half-said remarks. Yet the fresh air of your newfound smile was like a cool wind, quenching the flames.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – Morning Anxiety

It feels late. I can see the sunshine on the dusty floors. The stress enters my lungs like a thick fog, choking me from my sleep. I rush from the sheets, glance at the body laying next to me, and check the time. Six o’clock. I still have an hour.

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