Week 451 (March 12-March 18) Poems Topic: Mismatch

[C.P., Windrunner]

You have until the 18th of March to post a poem and from the 19th to around the 25th of March, we’ll vote for which one we thought was best!

Please post directly into the topic and not a link. Please don’t use a poem previously used in this group. Only one submission per person is allowed.

Your poem can be of any length!

This week’s topic is: Mismatch

The rules are pretty loose. You could write a poem about anything that has to do with the subject/photo but it must relate to the topic somehow.

Most of all have fun!

[Edward]

Title : Opposites Sometimes Work
Poet : Edward Davies

Things don’t always go together
Some things do, but others – never
Sun and rain – opposing weather
Rarely are combined.
Sometimes things that are contrasting
Might turn out to be long lasting
Mismatched items soon forecasting
They’ve become aligned.

[Garrison]

POET: Garrison Kelly
TITLE: Island Zealot
GENRE: Traditional Poetry
RATING: PG for one F-bomb



A mismatch from the very beginning
There never really was any winning
Nothing in common but our biology
Brought together through technology
I could show you my CD collection
The heaviest hard rock connection
I could show you my shelves of books
Obscure titles with exciting hooks
You could pet my elderly kitty cat
Earn head bumps and purrs just like that
We could talk about power to the people
And try to pretend everything is equal
We could play with my chest of Legos
Make them fight right from the get-go
I could write you a poem or story
That’ll leave your soul freely soaring
We could go for a walk to stuff our faces
With so much food from different places
But it was never really meant to be
I’m an island zealot, but what does it mean?
It means I’m the only one in this room
Who follows my own interests to my doom
I can’t share them with you, you don’t care
You cut me down with a confused stare
All you cared about was my profile picture
Could your shallow intentions get any sicker?
You’d leave me once the beauty fades away
I’m sorry, but I didn’t come here to play
My hair and eyes are my best features, I’m told
But a handsome profile doesn’t equal pure gold
I need someone to be my very best friend
Give it to me or this conversation will end
I don’t need new hobbies or interests, honey
Don’t need a billion dollars worth of hush money
I’m good enough to be my own fucking man
I’m sorry I don’t fit into your devious plans