Labor Day is Gone | Short Poem No. 15

Labor Day.

It came in like a car slamming its breaks

from an 80 miles an hour work week.

And now it’s time to rush away, no delay,

because there’s only 24 hours in a day.

We will get there, whatever it takes.

And this will be the trip that can’t be beat.

So that when I’m back to work, I can say,

“This was the best trip, by far, okay?”

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But then I blink, two days have disappeared.

And my bank account’s gone in arrears.

But I’m having too much fun,

ignoring the voice telling me, “It’s half done.”

And then, finally, the end is here.

Tuesday comes in again in high gear.

I can’t believe it’s all done.

I’m only left with a photo. . .

and a teddy bear that I won.

Photo by Guzmán Barquín on Unsplash.

For a nice, short post on Labor Day, check out “Happy Labor Day!” by Mitch Teemly. You may also like my post, “Moments Notice.”

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Roses Red Violets Blue | Short Poem No. 14

Roses red violets blue.

I never knew how much I needed you

until you were gone for five minutes straight

and I started to hyperventilate.

Roses red violets blue.

Do you think you need me to?

If we were a band, you’d be my guitar.

But if you ever left it’d break my heart.

roses red violets blue

You love me, I love you.

I think your hair is pretty, too.

You smell so nice that you walk bye.

your perfume makes all the guys die.

Roses red violets blue.

I’m so glad I went with you.

You’re the prettiest girl out on the street.

with your boyfriend poet, ya that’s me!

Photo by Thought Catalog on Unsplash.

If you liked this post, check out “Variations of Roses are red.” by Sunsets Sunrise, and also my own post “Kiss You Kiss Me.”

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14 Line Poem | Short Poem No. 13

A 14 line poem about love:

As I walked into the room I stuttered.

I couldn’t believe what my eyes did see.

But an image of pure beauty fluttered

before my eyes – a dream of what to be.

There, she was sitting down, relaxed and calm.

While my heartbeat crept fast and wouldn’t stop.

She laughed, as if she held me in her palm

strings controlling my marionette top.

14 line poem

Why can women be so cruel to young men

By burying our hearts with just a laugh?

And giving us short glances now and then?

Shooting their perfumes to us like a gaff?

Or did the girl not know the games she played?

Did she not make the moves I thought she made?

Photo by diGital Sennin on Unsplash.

This poem is written as a Sonnet. Check out this other great Sonnet, “A One Syllable Per Line Sonet” posted on Learn Fun Facts. You may also like another one of my poems, “Dancing in the Rain.”

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