Tag: Daily Poetry

• Bubblegum Blah

  Snow fairy body conditioner all sold out. I still smell laughter.

  G. Pearson

  January 3, 2022

  Writing

  Boxing Day, Daily Poetry, femininity, girly things, lotion, lush, lush cosmetics, Micro Poetry, moisturizer, poem, Poem Of The Day, self-care, snow fairy, tweens, ya, young adult

• Tenseness

  Mimics a phantom Running so fast she crashes She loved and left soon

  G. Pearson

  December 26, 2021

  Writing

  creative nonfiction, Daily Poetry, daily writing, gpoy, haiku, life lessons, life of a writer, Micro Poetry, Poem Of The Day, Poetry, short story, Writing

• God’s Mercy

  If I had to choose, Criticism than lashings. Lashings than to die.

  G. Pearson

  December 17, 2021

  Writing

  cause and effect, Christian writing, Christianity, commandments, Daily Poetry, daily writing, death, earthly pleasures, faith, haiku, hell, holy bible, inspiration, Jesus, life and death, life lessons, life of a writer, Micro Poetry, Poem Of The Day, Poetry, questions, self-improvement, temptation, Writing

• Practicing for What?

  when the real thing’s far to loop in my head—our heads perfect then perform

  G. Pearson

  December 15, 2021

  Writing

  art, Celibacy, Daily Poetry, dreams, earthly pleasures, gpoy, Hiatus, life of a writer, love letter, memories, Micro Poetry, nostalgia, Poem Of The Day, Poetry, romance, secret love, social distance, temptation, tumblr, Writing

• Haiku For You

  Suppressed, I yearn still Perfected a cheesecake too! Cooled on window sill

  G. Pearson

  November 29, 2021

  Writing

  Celibacy, Daily Poetry, daily writing, drinking, earthly pleasures, food writing, haiku, love letter, metaphor, Micro Poetry, Poem Of The Day, Poetry, romance, secret love, temptation, Writing

• When We Clock In

  We clock out at the same time also So when the slivers of sun tiptoe through the office blinds I recoil And then recoil at the thought that this cave has blinded me Until I don’t want to see myself anymore and my cubicle even less

  G. Pearson

  July 22, 2021

  Writing

  anxiety, creative nonfiction, Daily Poetry, daily writing, escapism, gpoy, Micro Poetry, Poem Of The Day, Poetry, social distance, stress

• Unloving Love

  

  Today, I’m at the freehand on Ohio (19 E), feeling fortunate that I can leave then to somewhere to sleep the same night then to my need to rush the gauntlet where people (are meant to) battle to meet (but ultimately fall short of) my lofty expectations then to: negative ruminations behind and a mind […]

  G. Pearson

  April 7, 2021

  creative nonfiction, Poetry, Writing

  aging, art, breakup, creative nonfiction, Daily Poetry, daily writing, dreams, drinking, emotional, escapism, free form poetry, freehand, gpoy, hostel, hotel, life lessons, life of a writer, loneliness, Micro Poetry, Poem Of The Day, Poetry, runaway, short story, social distance, Writing

• The Truth of The Spare Tire

  What do I have a spare tire for? I don’t even know how to drive. I told my friend I didn’t have friends and he agreed. I wanted to meet new people, but then I couldn’t find any good reason I’d leave my place to meet people.

  G. Pearson

  February 28, 2021

  Poetry, Writing

  creative nonfiction, Daily Poetry, daily writing, depression, drinking, emotional, free form poetry, gpoy, Hiatus, life of a writer, loneliness, memories, Micro Poetry, mood, pandemic, Poem Of The Day, Poetry, questions, self-help, short story, social distance, tumblr, Writing

• Mochi-chan

  Chew on your foot Sleep on your pillow Walk with your step Paws on your chin So you’ll drop your attention down to me You have me now When at one time Watashi wa inu o mochimasen deshita

  G. Pearson

  December 29, 2020

  Writing

  Daily Poetry, dogs, Japanese, Micro Poetry, mochi, Poem Of The Day, Poetry, puppy love

• So Normally

  Now I am supposed to grip your hand back Otherwise you’ll try checking my pulse Be alive. Stay present. I was supposed to lean against you but splashed Slurpee in your frozen lap and now you’re bluish How long was I squeezing your hand? Like a doula, you let me realize when the nerves were […]

  G. Pearson

  July 16, 2020

  Poetry, Writing

  anxiety, awkward, covid, covid 19, Daily Poetry, dating, depression, first date, free form poetry, loneliness, love letter, Micro Poetry, movie theater, movies, Poetry, romance, romance poetry, slurpee, social distance, stress, Writing