Submissions by LoveMinusZero
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A young person who sometimes has lots of ideas.
First Date
I squeezed conversation out
like empty toothpaste;
agonizing over every silence.
Her smile seemed as forced as my words,
and I couldn't make myself look her in the eyes.
The steak was bleeding raw,
and I felt I was the cow
as she made the first cut.
like empty toothpaste;
agonizing over every silence.
Her smile seemed as forced as my words,
and I couldn't make myself look her in the eyes.
The steak was bleeding raw,
and I felt I was the cow
as she made the first cut.
48 reads
1 Comment
Failures
Tired of writing an unending love poem
on the shredded pre-kindling that
fills my recycling bin, I vowed to
become a novelist.
on the shredded pre-kindling that
fills my recycling bin, I vowed to
become a novelist.
31 reads
1 Comment
Beauty
Written for the "Allusion" contest. The first line was taken from "I gave to her my heart" by Arthur, as per the conditions of the contest.
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Her beauty took me
from an hourly motel
in Tucson to the Viennese
waterways of paradise.
Sweat, shame, and distrust
brought me back to an
empty wallet and a
shattered ego.
She didn’t even pretend
to come with me.
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Her beauty took me
from an hourly motel
in Tucson to the Viennese
waterways of paradise.
Sweat, shame, and distrust
brought me back to an
empty wallet and a
shattered ego.
She didn’t even pretend
to come with me.
28 reads
2 Comments
Viewer Discretion
Advisers on our tv screens
are scared of words that bite;
perhaps they’ve never seen a dog
open it’s jaws and fight.
Inspectors in our children’s parks
can’t stand old metal slides;
if little jimmy gets a bump,
he might not learn to hide.
are scared of words that bite;
perhaps they’ve never seen a dog
open it’s jaws and fight.
Inspectors in our children’s parks
can’t stand old metal slides;
if little jimmy gets a bump,
he might not learn to hide.
31 reads
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No Experience
He shattered the pavement
in want of a job,
but poetry wasn’t experience.
in want of a job,
but poetry wasn’t experience.
25 reads
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KerPlunk
He set the ball atop the hill
and watched it roll back down;
it hit a rock and then a log
then stopped on flatter ground.
He took a drink before the bar
and watched his vision blur;
he bounced around inside his mind
then woke up next to her.
and watched it roll back down;
it hit a rock and then a log
then stopped on flatter ground.
He took a drink before the bar
and watched his vision blur;
he bounced around inside his mind
then woke up next to her.
38 reads
2 Comments
Arrogance? (No Relation)
I’m working nights with brain-dead oafs
who live to smoke on break;
they’re rough and tumble friendly folks,
but I just can’t relate.
I don’t hack darts or throw my fists
or scrounge for strange between my shifts,
I write and sing and cry inside instead.
who live to smoke on break;
they’re rough and tumble friendly folks,
but I just can’t relate.
I don’t hack darts or throw my fists
or scrounge for strange between my shifts,
I write and sing and cry inside instead.
45 reads
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Selfish
71 reads
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Body Language
65 reads
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Chocolate
Crying robin up at dawn
heals the daybreak with a song,
sees a worm and takes a bite
world erupts in sweet delight.
heals the daybreak with a song,
sees a worm and takes a bite
world erupts in sweet delight.
66 reads
6 Comments
Hibernate
Frugal squirrels and chubby bears
sleep-out cold inside warm lairs.
Hungry wolves and fragile mice
scavenge snowbanks, gnaw on ice.
sleep-out cold inside warm lairs.
Hungry wolves and fragile mice
scavenge snowbanks, gnaw on ice.
57 reads
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Bad Poem
It was a dark and stormy night on the
precipice of fall. Green leaves met
brown as the sky cried white lighting
and hard rain, finishing half-dead
trees early.
precipice of fall. Green leaves met
brown as the sky cried white lighting
and hard rain, finishing half-dead
trees early.
43 reads
1 Comment
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