Tag: Daily Poetry

• 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

• Futility

  resistance is futile.thinking of us dailyprepared you for mesince before you’d heardof resistance.and still you have wanted it.

  G. Pearson

  July 10, 2020

  Poetry, Writing

  Celibacy, Daily Poetry, desire, earthly pleasures, erotica, free form poetry, love, love letter, Micro Poetry, Poetry, romance, secret love, sex, temptation, Writing

• Fall Is…

  Fall is a lanky hipster. A lanky hipster with a Brooks seat on his bike and a fedora on his head. A fedora on his head and an infinity scarf draped over a perfectly creased American Apparel collared shirt. An American Apparel collared shirt not currently found on Amazon. An original. Cared for and with […]

  G. Pearson

  May 15, 2020

  Uncategorized

  American apparel, autumn, cycling, Daily Poetry, fall, free form poetry, metaphor, Micro Poetry, Poem Of The Day, social distance

• Warmest French Bread

  I am the River Moldau collecting beneath crossed ankles. I am the sideways push to get out from your path. I am you, stained grey-air ash. I am warmest French bread and condensation on the plate. Me and the droplets waiting for spreadable Everything’s Better Butter.

  G. Pearson

  May 15, 2020

  Poetry, Writing

  Celibacy, Daily Poetry, food writing, French bread, Micro Poetry, Poem Of The Day, Poetry, River Moldau, self-care, Writing

• key click?

  Key click and key click And decline with surety this and the next also “Could these pieces be any more hollow?” “These aren’t writers. These are twenty-something-aged children” So the poems and the flash fiction and the creative nonfiction are sophomoric So I begin hating my job as an editor This publication is small so […]

  G. Pearson

  August 18, 2019

  Uncategorized

  Daily Poetry, Micro Poetry, Poem Of The Day, Writing