1. If only you were here.
2. You end up were you started. It's one, It's whole.
3. Well, dog my cats!
4. That's my favorite place to go.
5.A foreign land became your body, the people your soul.
6. I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself.
7. You bitch after all we have given you.
8. My grandchildren are doomed.
9. A stone captive heart.
10. a phrase that overthrows a tyrannical reign.
11. These bones that grind and groan as I walk about.
12. notes in a rain coat.
13. Drown in hate.
14. my eyes are stars that watch the eternities.
15. They blaze only in the compressed muck of the depths.
16. If only you were here.
Compiled by Michael Clements
Speak For Yourself
Monday, June 6, 2016
Tuesday, May 24, 2016
Compilation Poem for May 19, 2016
Wild Kindness
compiled by Bryan Drey
a howling in my chest
but I've lost my way
they said I couldn't sing
she sang about getting physical
who are these voices?
the powers of silence
It was all about the hair down to here
he had cut his hair like the men in church
in spite of its own Buddha nature
I dedicate myself to the...
to the tender love and caresses
I wish for you sunshine
remember your hope for tomorrow
Oh my spotted heart
but what's their meaning if I hide them?
she creates in the blind alleys
created by devotion
till the dream seemed real enough to chew
I'm going to offer you my very best CRAP
they seemed to be searching
they're all straight on the outside
I'm so tired....Why?
I'm rarely less than exhausted
I have a juicey ass
the girl whom God didn't love with hair like mine.
You realize we aren't inherently better
but don't bury me in the process
now THAT'S what I'm talking about
but let's keep talking....I don't aspire to be
anything else. It's in God's hands.
Still I rise. You may write me down in history,
with your bitter twisted lies
they said our hands are at stake
you'll see friends die...
being right means not being left,
all of this in order to become
that took its toll
There comes a time for remembrance
for those who sacrificed all
My brother & I finally together
born into chaos we emerged
but when you reached into the depths of
your soul...you found nothing
cry when I heard a shooting star
there was no stronger love, I then
felt God flick the switch.
You are sexually submissive,
What were you wearing? YES!
Yes! Kisses and hugs!
That's very clever of me
yes my skin is soft
I hate hugging strangers...
I feel guilty for that
I can't help myself
I don't know...
it's hard to explain
we are all made of shipwrecks
we only have what we remember
My name is "What's her face"
Sometimes I want to die
to most, suicide is a tragedy
to me it means to be free
Isn't it beautiful?
It's terrifyingly BEAUTIFUL
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
This is all going to end in
oblivion
compiled by Bryan Drey
a howling in my chest
but I've lost my way
they said I couldn't sing
she sang about getting physical
who are these voices?
the powers of silence
It was all about the hair down to here
he had cut his hair like the men in church
in spite of its own Buddha nature
I dedicate myself to the...
to the tender love and caresses
I wish for you sunshine
remember your hope for tomorrow
Oh my spotted heart
but what's their meaning if I hide them?
she creates in the blind alleys
created by devotion
till the dream seemed real enough to chew
I'm going to offer you my very best CRAP
they seemed to be searching
they're all straight on the outside
I'm so tired....Why?
I'm rarely less than exhausted
I have a juicey ass
the girl whom God didn't love with hair like mine.
You realize we aren't inherently better
but don't bury me in the process
now THAT'S what I'm talking about
but let's keep talking....I don't aspire to be
anything else. It's in God's hands.
Still I rise. You may write me down in history,
with your bitter twisted lies
they said our hands are at stake
you'll see friends die...
being right means not being left,
all of this in order to become
that took its toll
There comes a time for remembrance
for those who sacrificed all
My brother & I finally together
born into chaos we emerged
but when you reached into the depths of
your soul...you found nothing
cry when I heard a shooting star
there was no stronger love, I then
felt God flick the switch.
You are sexually submissive,
What were you wearing? YES!
Yes! Kisses and hugs!
That's very clever of me
yes my skin is soft
I hate hugging strangers...
I feel guilty for that
I can't help myself
I don't know...
it's hard to explain
we are all made of shipwrecks
we only have what we remember
My name is "What's her face"
Sometimes I want to die
to most, suicide is a tragedy
to me it means to be free
Isn't it beautiful?
It's terrifyingly BEAUTIFUL
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
This is all going to end in
oblivion
Compilation Poem for May 12, 2016
Compilation
Poem
May 12th
2016 Eniten Bakery
Outliers
by Caroline
1st time to SFYOM night
A
collection of artist
gathered
on the shore
straining
from the Patriarchy
we find our
listing gravity
A concert
of the mind
paintings
and symbols crash
we tell the
stories of sanities
while
others turn to ash
Jumping
into darkness
Mavericks
of the damned
Stories
born of panic
words
defying death
So here's
to the artists
our golden
starlight shines
Straining
from the patriarchy
we find our
being--gravity.
Thursday, May 5, 2016
Compilation Poem May 5, 2016
For this week's compilation poem, I took the third word of (almost) every piece that was read. The first set of words is the third words in the order they came. The second is the poem I quickly devised from those words. Please feel free to create another found poem based on these words and we will publish it here on the SFYS blog! I may write another one as these words press on my brain.
The Words:
door approaches Wednesday held her mix told pass into cheese aren't from it cat told shall the that to the in ma-ma girls
A New Initiative Called Brianna Writes Happy Poems
Told her door approaches,
the cat shall pass
into that cheese
Wednesday held.
It [isn't] told to mix in girls
from the ma-ma.
Compiled by Marianne Hales Harding
The Words:
door approaches Wednesday held her mix told pass into cheese aren't from it cat told shall the that to the in ma-ma girls
A New Initiative Called Brianna Writes Happy Poems
Told her door approaches,
the cat shall pass
into that cheese
Wednesday held.
It [isn't] told to mix in girls
from the ma-ma.
Compiled by Marianne Hales Harding
Friday, April 29, 2016
Birthday Compilation Poem April 28, 2016
It's time to free myself,
Hey girl...I did all the laundry this morning so we can spend the afternoon under the cherry tree mapping the image arcs of your major and minor characters
enjoying caprese grilled cheese
What light is light if Silvia be not seen
to liquify the solidity of doubt
even when he has just been fed
and glow the tamrasky wild.
I often feel as blue as the veins under my pale skin.
It will always be something I ate.
Compiled by SFYS writers
Genius Idea by Daisy Allred
Hey girl...I did all the laundry this morning so we can spend the afternoon under the cherry tree mapping the image arcs of your major and minor characters
enjoying caprese grilled cheese
What light is light if Silvia be not seen
to liquify the solidity of doubt
even when he has just been fed
and glow the tamrasky wild.
I often feel as blue as the veins under my pale skin.
It will always be something I ate.
Compiled by SFYS writers
Genius Idea by Daisy Allred
Monday, April 18, 2016
Compilation Poem for March 17, 2016
“I know it’s dire, my time today”
I am afraid of shrinking and having no one notice,
He will make you a part of nostalgia,
And in that moment, you will change the definition of regret
They know every revolution will devour its children
We fight, again the cycle will replay.
You can nearly hear the children, pointing from the streets
“Where is Heaven if we can’t see it?”
Slowwwwwwwwwwy growy sticky veins and thickly gains made daily daily
May God bless us, everyone
We are still alive.
Compiled by Madelyn Taylor
Compiled by Madelyn Taylor
Friday, April 8, 2016
Compilation Poem for April 7, 2016
A bent wheel with a rhythmic call
Flowers wither under tyranny’s boot
She was the toughest soldier I ever met
That is true for all of us
Love is nothing if not cliché
I am tired of hours so bitter
And much of it grieved my heart to think
What man has done to man
And I must think
Do all I can
That there was pleasure there
Our thumbprints are everywhere
A teacher of composition
And she became an action
Telling the children bed time stories
From the book she
loved
Children examine through crystallizing eyes
Training for the next war
Flowers floating around the bedroom
Like poet misses paper
Because my body knows this poem is over
Without warning
I was tearing apart
I was petrified
I couldn’t blink
I fell
And that’s habit.
Compiled by Casper Wyatt
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