Poem: Graduation

At your graduation,
I clapped
when your name
was called.
I remembered
how proud I was to
receive that rolled-up
diploma written in Gothic font.

I collected
a family of sheepskins,
thought it would bring happiness,
all it got me were
luxury cars,
tacky designer clothes
and a bigger and bigger house
to store all my vanity in.

It was all a vicious delusion,
society’s definition of success,
a hamster’s spinning wheel.

I was tired of the endless grind,
the need to impress, to sell myself,
so I stopped appeasing it.

I began a journey of humility
and simplified my life.
I re-evaluated adulthood
and where I wanted to go.
I found it without searching,
without the need to acquire more.

©️mft

Crow Friday: Gooey Poems

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My poems

Are like homemade

Chocolate chip cookies–

Fresh, gooey

And warm.

I try to bake

Them slowly

With a little bit

Of my soul.

Each poem is flavorful,

Each stanza

stands alone.

I mix

Just enough sugar,

Flour and butter–

Not too sweet,

Not too dry.

I taste the poem

Out loud.

I wash it down

With an ice-cold

Glass of milk.

And wrap the poems

In a cute, red bow.

©️mark tulin

Poem: Heart-Shaped Shell

Also posted in Poetry Passion.

I’ll find you a heart-shaped shell,

put it to your ear and you can listen

to the rush of my breath.

With each pulsing wave

we’ll get closer.

The bigger the curl,

the louder the echo.

I’ll take you out

past the surf,

past the buoy

that nods its head

to lift us up.

We’ll paddle out to sea

and together we’ll float

in the rhythm and dance

of our heart-shaped devotion.

©️mark tulin