Each of the three poems below were written in ten minutes. I hope you enjoy!
The Whispering City
Laid out in rows
On a city of bones
The brown colored grass
Sits beneath the marbled throne.
I wander the ground
This quiet white town
As the ghosts of the past
Pass whispers around
The words on the slabs
Reminding us all
Of what lies there:
Six feet under
They whisper like thunder
And my feet dig up roots
As I continue to wander.
The corpses beneath
Dance under my feet
And the wind drags me along
Those ragged, muddy streets.
I stop at the slab
All gleaming and pretty
And the slab stares back
As if to say “what a pity.”
I whisper I loved you
Throughout the hollowed hills
And the wind whispers back
I have loved you still.
So this city of bones
Leaves me feeling at home
As the city whispers
You’re not quite alone.
Playground
Bright colored swings that flew so high
Purple jungle gyms that touched the sky
Its blue slide was a ride like no other
And each tunnel lead to a plethora of colors.
The grass laid around sweetly tickled kid’s feet
As the ladder chains made up a brand new beat
Kids smiled as they soared in the red rocket ship
And some swam in the water with a big orange fish
Its structure was rainbow and certainly sound
As the children jumped up and came spiraling down
The rock climbing wall stood tall as a tower
And the kids played upon it until the end of their hour.
From space to the ground its structure knew no limits
As the children ran around it with all of their minutes
It was perfect on each and every bright sunny day
With its colors so bright that they chased off the gray
This colorful playground brought joy to all
As it lifted them high but kept them from the fall
This playground was the stuff of all of our dreams
But after all of these years it’s not what it seems
That glorious slide that slid like no other
Was broken like a child without mother
Graceful swings once flew me high
Touched limply the ground, so far from the sky
The playground was perfect in my mind
Though it was in ruins by shackles of time
I recalled the sweet melodic clop
Of my hand on the bars before childhood did stop
So I’ll imagine it gaily as it once stood to be
With its children surrounded by trees
This colorful playground will bring joy abound
At least til I’m buried six feet underground.
Money
It’s leafy and green
This murder machine
Hundreds of bills
Sit and gleam.
I ran my hand over
Their soft paper backs
And I push them together
Into neat little stacks.
I count the amount
It’s enough to astound
I think of the future
And how it’s now unbound.
I shove the bills in
My thin little pockets
And I dart out the building
Like a launching red rocket.
People are staring
As my pockets are wearing
My beating heart trickles
As I start swearing.
“Stop” shouts the officer
But I won’t let him win
I dart through the alleyway
But it’s a dead end.
The officer’s gun
Prompts me to run
But the fight has left me
And I can’t feel my lungs.
“I just want to help”
He stops at my yelp
And in his eyes are pity
But there’s little else.
“Come with me” he begs
“I don’t want to shoot”
I don’t want that either
But I need all that loot.
“I’m sorry” I cry
As I try to push past
But his mercy has ended
With the sound of a blast.
It’s leafy and green
This murder machine
Out the money spills
Beside my blood’s gleam.