Tag: free form poetry

• See Ya Next Sabbath

  I’m fucking upset! Spiritual wakening… Rarer than half mil!?!!!!

  G. Pearson

  June 24, 2022

  Writing

  anxiety, art, cause and effect, Celibacy, Christian writing, Christianity, creative nonfiction, Daily Poetry, daily writing, death, dreams, drinking, earthly pleasures, emotional, escapism, faith, free form poetry, gpoy, haiku, hell, Hiatus, inspiration, Jesus, life and death, life lessons, life of a writer, loneliness, love letter, memories, metaphor, Micro Poetry, mood, nature, pandemic, Poem Of The Day, Poetry, questions, romance, secret love, self-care, self-help, self-improvement, short story, social distance, stress, temptation, tumblr, Writing, writing prompt

• No Time To Think: A Princess Charming Adventure

  If love is a hotel… And my love is on the top floor… What gets me in the door? To the front desk? On the elevator? With a key to the top floor? (Of course that floor is locked and guarded by fearsome goons.) To the same room on the top floor? And into his…

  G. Pearson

  March 19, 2022

  Writing

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• Love Then Lost

  All the while we snooze Sorrow billows, tears…. pillows ‘Tis better to have…

  G. Pearson

  January 30, 2022

  Writing

  anxiety, Celibacy, Christian writing, Christianity, creative nonfiction, Daily Poetry, daily writing, dreams, drinking, earthly pleasures, emotional, escapism, free form poetry, gpoy, haiku, Hiatus, inspiration, life and death, life lessons, life of a writer, loneliness, love letter, memories, metaphor, Micro Poetry, mood, Poem Of The Day, Poetry, questions, romance, secret love, self-care, self-help, self-improvement, short story, social distance, stress, temptation, tumblr, Writing

• Fall

  spinning side effects dizzy, ditzy, heartbeat too petals in a pile

  G. Pearson

  January 12, 2022

  Writing

  Celibacy, creative nonfiction, Daily Poetry, daily writing, earthly pleasures, free form poetry, haiku, inspiration, life lessons, love letter, memories, Micro Poetry, Poem Of The Day, Poetry, romance, secret love, stress, temptation, Writing

• Passenger Seat

  Sicker than a sticker on streets like splat Whatever the word was Just jiggle the keys and I’ll juggle the rest

  G. Pearson

  June 2, 2021

  Writing

  daily writing, free form poetry, Micro Poetry, Poem Of The Day, Writing

• 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

• 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