Category Archives: slahoems

It seems that no matter how much I write I find that I have to put up a really big fight It’s easier to just close the window and walk Than to struggle to overcome this writer’s block But if I … Continue reading →

Poetry can be tough because you want your poem to make sense If the poem doesn’t have a story it may make the poet seem dense So why don’t I just write lines that I am certain are going to rhyme? By not including a … Continue reading →

This is a poem that I found today.  It was written 6 years ago on my 31st birthday.  It sounds a bit desperate, but it really wasn’t.  It’s about not letting opportunities pass.  We all take life for granted at … Continue reading →

THE HUMAN RACE I’m running a race, and I’m striving for first There’s no second place, for victory I thirst I’ve started to run, and hope I get to the end I’ll be number one, before both foe and friend … Continue reading →

Everybody eats So everyone digests If the food don’t sit right You won’t have to warn your guests Everyone consumes So everybody must relieve But don’t release with people around They all will likely leave Everybody dines So all stomachs … Continue reading →

Ode to a Tootsie Roll Pop  How do I love thee?  Let me count the ways…  One (lick)  Two-hoo? (lick)  Three (CRUNCH)  THREE! 

NaNoWriMo – (An Orkean Poem)  My name is Mork  I was born in Ork  Some may say that I’m a really big dork  I was born fully grown  And would never had known  That my mission was to study Earth … Continue reading →

Hiding Curls  There once was a man with curly hair  So curly in fact, that everybody would stare  He shaved his whole head and left it bare  Then people gawked at it because nothing was there.  The poor man knelt … Continue reading →

Foggy Future The unenviable task of writing my life Has unfortunately fallen to me. It would be so much easier if someone else did it But he’s got his own life to write about, see? The decisions I make lead … Continue reading →

Let’s Get On With This Your eyes are like big blue round saucers blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah. And the way your hair blows in the wind is like yatta yatta yatta, yatta yatta yatta yatta. Your lips … Continue reading →