"Half a year of poems"

I wrote around 50 poems in half a year, here they are, most of em anyways. Make my day and read away. They get better as they go if you ask me but judge for yourself


#1
Why cry guy
Been a long day huh?

#9
What’s a clam to a man
with clamming in his plans
Who am I to this day
that knows nothing of my way
Which is right and which is wrong
when both sound a somber song

#10
A forgettable bloke
Shot up and spoke
what he said was nothing of matter
Though his teacher cried
and his wet small pet died
It all failed to make him the sadder

#11
A phone call?
For me? Well Gee!
Here, have some of my company
Im just glad you thought of me

#14
Have you seen the Love of My Life?
She’s about yay tall
with hair and eyes.
No?
Well thanks anywho

#15
Help Help
Ive fallen on this tree
Ive crushed its branches
and neath those its bones
neath those its will to grow
I fear now what’s bounds for me
if I don not fix this broken tree

#16
Now Ive gone and at
my best friends pie
I hope he’ll never know
For if he finds out hell not cry
but make another
This time with a frown.

#19
Duck bob
Preformed by Bob the duck
He bobbed in the muck
Just my luck

#20
Come on up Chuck
No! dont up chuck
what the fuck Chuck

#22
Now where did I put my courage
I know Ive left it somewhere

How can’t I say
What my heart feels today
Im mute in the face of the truth

If I can’t find
that old courage of mine
I’ll just have to muster another

One that does shine
Is found at all times
Big that no shame can cover

Than I shall say
I love you Hooray
Lets live and love one another

#23
Fine fine I’ll drink your wine
but don’t be mad if I waste your time

#26
Ride or die
Im a rootbeer guy

#27
Four chairs
and no table
what's left
between us?

#28
My friend has
just put the brownies in the oven
While I sit here
and write of him
This life is ours
Your life is yours

#29
Just one day
But now your good and gone
You’ve left me wanting more
But there you go
you’re good and gone
I think to think of you often
How you felt in my arms
How I felt in your eyes
The surprise of it all
The rush of its end
Sure hope you think of me too

#30
I read so slow
and my comprehension is low
How does one focus
in these fast random days
But I must keep at it
if I am to clad it
My brain and my soul
in these bright tandem ways

#31
I hope one day to laugh
at those as I am now
not in hostility
but wholeheartedly
That is to say
I hope I get over it all

#32
Drip drip dry
No towel for the heart
So I’ll lay here
in the rays of the
love I do have
till my heart does
not sop so

#33
A thousand bugs
I dare say,
Or around a thousand anyway
The fly and float and
wander round
To no end
or none I’ve found
The Buggies Boogy
Till touch of dusk
This I know, Ive seen it so.

#34
I’ve tripped and
fell in love with you
Is what I’d say
if it were true

#35
Stop and go
Oh, I don’t know
stay okay?
Don’t make me say

#36
A boy is stuck
in that there tree
I don’t dare laugh
could have been me
His eyes are full of
qualms and frights
I guess he’s scared
of medium heights

#37
I walked the rock
a ledge of lichen
I stopped and thought
my sense did heighten

how and who
did make this path
that I now trample
in benign wrath

#38
A flower on the beach
Made me stop where I was
How’d you get here honey?
You just follow the money?
Did you come here for you
or anothers cause

#39
I ate the apple
no going back
It’s straightened out my
digestive tract
Nothing doing,
Keep your head down and buy
The next new apple
Till ya keel over’n die

#40
Can I have some
help please
I don’t need much at all

Sure just wait in line please
Your name they soon will call
And while you wait
Consider tryin
Our newer model
You might like buyin

#41
Sam’s ol’ bird
needs a turn
One side cold
and one side burned


#44
Mad at ads?
Try a poem
Nothing to buy
but your mind’d grow em

#48
We walk like we talk
That’s in any which way
Whatevers of interest
That’d be okay
Oh the Tangents we take

#49
Theres nothing here for me
Least not that I can see
Yet I stay and wait and challenge fate
And do so fretfully

#50
My Bike ride home
from Healys abode
Always slow
and often alone