U is for Unmetered Verse

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Unmetered

I'm not lovely, and my name's not Rita

I like my poetry like I like my life

Unmetered

No clocks to punch

No alarms to shatter my sleep

No calories to count

No giving one single fuck about numbers

Numbers on the calendar

Numbers on the scale

Or whatever other arbitrary numbers

Society tells me I'm supposed to care about

I'm not your good girl

But I'm not your bad girl either

I'm not your girl at all

I'm not your good fatty

Not your good crazy

Not your good anything

I'm good at my job because it suits me to keep it

But I'd really rather not have to have it

I'll admit I'd rather win the lottery

And just go have some fun

I'm as good a mother as I can be

And that's the best thing that I've ever been

I'm sorry my son inherited the mental glitches

But I give him the one thing my family never gave me:

Understanding

I may have to punch clocks

And live by alarms

But my soul within remains unmetered

And the day it flies free

Look the fuck out, Afterlife!

Because it's party time!

~The Cheese~

Unmetered verse is the same as free verse. 

It is very hard to find poetry styles beginning with U.

Last year we presented an Ubi Sunt for consideration.

Mostly Misunderstood

 

Mostly Misunderstood

 

It's easy to look at someone like me and say

"Ooh, she's so weird!"

I may appear common, but I'm reluctant to open my mouth

Because when people know the truth they say

"You have to keep people like her at bay."

Even though I never make a move to do any harm.

 

It's easy to reject when you've never known how it is

To hate everything that you are

To wake up wishing you were dead many days

It's easier to be cruel than kind

When you don't live with a mind like mine

It's easy to say "she's just crazy."

 

The truth is, I know the score

I know the difference between physical reality and fantasy

I also know which I prefer

It's easy to label what you don't understand

Easy to fancy yourself to be grand

When you're stepping on someone already downtrod

 

It's easy to look and say "she's just stupid"

When you see where I live, what I wear, what I drive

It's easy to judge one who has less than you

But does this really make you superior

Does it really make me inferior?

If this is the way you are

 

Then misunderstood me

Doesn't give a damn

About being understood

by the likes of you.

 

~Illsa Gorrey~

 

Cross-posted to:

Crazy Town in Looney Land

Poetry of the Netherworld

Undead in the Netherworld

 

And shared with:

 

The Girl Behind the Flowers

Girl with Flowers by Joaquin Sorolla

 

The Girl Behind the Flowers

by

Opal Zushaquon

 

The challenge from Imaginary Garden with Real Toads was to write a short poem inspired by one of Sorolla's pictures. There were many to choose from, but I settled on this one.

 

The physical body

of the girl behind the flowers

Is long gone

 

I stand here today

Silver-haired and stout

Dead hopes scattered at my feet

 

But if you look into the eyes

Of the gray-haired fat lady

You will see the ghost of that young dreamer

 

~Opal~

A to Z Blogging Challenge: F is for Freestyle

A to Z Blogging Challenge: F is for Freestyle

by

Spectra Ghostseeker

Ah, Freestyle. My Favorite Form of Fonicks! (No, that's not a real word, or at least it's not spelled like that and it doesn't mean anything in this context.) 

I like Freestyling. I don't have to give a Fuck about any Foolish Rules. Don't have to Fiddle around with couplets or rhymes or syllables. I'm Free to let My Freak Flag Fly.

So I will, in the Following Freestyle.

Feeling This Way

I'm feeling way too bipolar

Way too broke

Way too little hopeful

Way too overwhelmed

I'm ideating suicide

Wishing the asteroid would hit

Or my car would blow up

Or I'd drive off a cliff

Because if I'm to be really really honest

(Which I am on days like this)

I really don't think it will ever get any better.

I'm getting too old to fool myself any more

Too jaded to believe in dreams

When is my ship coming in?

Bastard already sailed.

You think I'm too bitter

Too pessimistic

Too gloomy, too grim

I think I don't care

So, I'm feeling this way

But unlike a lot of people

I'll say it out loud

Or at least through my keyboard.

This is the way I'm feeling

This is the way it is today.

~Spectra~

Cross-posted to:

Crazy Town in Looney Land

Poetry of the Netherworld

Opal's Fireblossom Friday

Please show unto Eternicode the Lurrrrrrve for creating these sparky Fireblossoms

The Fireblossom Challenge by Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

 

write a poem about a crack, fissure, rupture, split, or breaking point.

 

Mount Etna Erupts

 

Volcanic Eruption

by

Opal Zushaquon

 

There is beauty in the destruction

Of a volcanic eruption

As the earth cracks asunder

The magma bleeds forth from any resulting fissures

The ground ruptures

The ash in the atmosphere may cause lightning to slice through the sky

A pyroclastic cloud exploding poison and ash through the atmosphere rains death upon everything caught below

Yet observe the beauty of the fire

The magnificence of the magma flow.

 

~Opal~