I once spent a tarnished red cent
for a man who was undeniably hell-bent
on being an obnoxious
and gibberish gent.
And I knew for certain
I shouldn’t have wasted my token,
but I felt so sorry
when the man’s doohickey became broken.
To this day, I still wonder
if I’ll ever finally learn
not to let a man’s problems be
of any of my concern.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/girl-woman-depression-3629520/
Writing prompt: Gibberish gents and dog-eared doohickies
For many years,
I played all the games,
and I continued to play
while the fun lasted.
But winning got old
when nobody was left
to see me win, so in the end
I gave up playing.
I know you’re probably
still playing all the games,
and that’s great,
I hope you are.
But for me, I think I’m
too grown up for games,
so I’m leaving all the wins
to you.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/converse-classic-retro-vintage-2485685/
Writing prompt: Spoiled brats and games like that
*I decided to repost this one today since it goes with the prompt challenge for this month. I know I’m kinda cheating here as far as National Poetry Month goes, but I just didn’t feel like doing this prompt again.
Ravishing in red
She’s pretty as a petal
Just pitch the peanuts
© 2021 Michelle Cook
*And yet another one of my writing prompts doomed from the start. Where do I come up with these? 🙄
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/dancer-dress-sunset-sky-cloud-red-2793110/
Writing prompt: Rosy red petunias and pretty pickled peanuts
Cardboard boxes
End to end
Will I ever see
This floor again
Jumbled like Jenga
Teetering towers
At this point I’ve got
Superpowers
Lifting, squatting,
Moving mountains
Nothing else rhymes
Except for fountains
Dizzy from exertion
I could really use a break
But my will isn’t willing
To negotiate
I’ve gotta get this done
No time to waste
Cause right now I’m feeling
So displaced
And once this is finished
I’ll have me some fun
For I’ll have earned my day
Of sitting in the sun
© 2020 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/box-memories-photos-books-1209969/
The notifications are gone
Flags all disappeared
No new email
The silence is weird
Feels almost like
The whole world is dead
As more illogical thoughts
Fill up my head
Maybe I’m crazy
Or so I’ve been told
But the quiet is depressing
When the screen has gone cold
And isn’t that the issue
The problem we all face
Think I’ve become a phone zombie
And it’s such a disgrace
© 2020 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/iphone-template-mockup-mock-up-500291/
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