Whether it’s the feeling of teardrops
frozen to your cheeks
or a deep desperate hunger, like you haven’t
eaten in weeks
Write what you know,
or maybe write what you need
Write about what you love
& what makes your heart bleed,
About hope & desperation
or even the fine line between
Genius & insanity
By:J.N.R Dutton
This is the story of a man named Max,
& a woman named Jade
& how everything they had was lost
When a terrible line was crossed one day
Never before in all her life
had Jade ever felt so betrayed
Everyone looking from the outside in
bought into the beautiful charade
Thought “what a wonderful couple,
so in love, they’ve got it made”
but all that’s left is ashes,
where there was once a white hot flame
& thousands of memories of yesterdays remain,
She’s got a pillow full of teardrop stains
cause every night they fall like rain,
Love, yeah, only true Love
Will ever ease her pain
By:J.N.R Dutton
If there’s one thing I know,
It’s that worlds & fortunes
really can and do change on a dime
Sometimes
So I’m treasuring each moment,
cause you know, the truth is that
We’re all on borrowed time
I’m taking it all in, soaking it up
While working on the next rhyme
By:J.N.R Dutton
Are you ever around a person
& just their presence makes you cringe?
Does it feel poisonous?
Does every word dropped from their tongue
Sound like a serpent’s hiss?
There is a certain man that I know
who is exactly just like this
By:J.N.R Dutton
There’s nothing to me,
quite like the irony
of a Sun Valley snow fall
That 6 ft blanket of white
from a brutal winter squall
By:J.N.R Dutton
Who will take a stand for the lost generations
Who have been murdered in the womb?
That place that was supposed to be
their safest haven,
coldly turned into a tomb
Who will stand against the evil,
& say, “no, this we’ll not allow”
we need to cut it down now
Who will speak out?
By:J.N.R Dutton
Cancel culture is a tyrant’s dream
It allows anyone to be canceled from society
If they step out of line to any degree
& say anything with which anyone might disagree
You may think for now that it’s a good thing
but what about when the cancel cult comes for you & me?
Don’t let the cancel cult murder the land of the free
By:J.N.R Dutton
Basketball bouncing on hot concrete
Best player on the team moving his feet
Quickly, he refuses to be
beat, he brings the heat
Before the game ends
he gives everything he’s got
makes one epic final shot
All is said & done
The game is won
By:J.N.R Dutton
Some dreams may seem impossible
Like climbing Everest in the dark
but you can make it,
if you don’t let anything shake you
Keep the drive, the passion, in your heart
let your way be lit up by it’s spark
By:J.N.R Dutton
I am so glad to see this poetry blog still drawing interest. In fact the interest seems to have actually picked up, even though I am STILL not as active here as I planned to be or should.
Anyway, maybe this is just a good month, or maybe it’s the start of an ongoing trend. Either way, I am grateful & thrilled.
