Missmoomoo• Show poetry

I don't really think that there is anything that's totally remarkable about my poems they honestly aren't too hot but I like them (some of them) and that's all that matters to me even if they suck
Well hmm . . . a little about myself, as it says down there I'm 21. I'm about 5'4" I have brown curly hair and blue grey eyes. I live in South Florida and I'm going to school to be a teacher. I like swimming and teaching swim and being around kids. I also like to make desserts . . . like fudge, s'mores bars, cookies, cakes. It was once a dream of mine to own a candy shop. Maybe after I retire I'll open a candy shop.
I've been in a bit of a writing rut, I haven't had any emoions to go off of, except for maybe the angst ones, and I dont like angst poetry so I'll lay off that.

I like dancing I like traveling and I like the snow . . .when I get to see it.




Windhover3
"Miss MooMoo's Monstrous Form
forming monstrous mumus for the missus"
or
"Latency"

Tell me MissMooMoo, can we name a void
as inner monster? Perhaps if we toy'd
about the abyss 'til the thing stares back
we'd personify a face to the crack.

Kindergarten kids, glue, crayons and paste,
a redheaded girl and the boy she chas'd.
The boy had to leave. The girl had to stay.
Tiny cracks started on that very day.

In one night stands and thirteen wedded years
the chasm grew larger and our hero hears
the echoes of women on far shores fetch'd,
standing and screaming with their arms out stretch'd.

Each of these women has wander'd away
bereft of some piece they'd thrown to the bay
form'd round our hero like some fetid pit,
which grew from digesting each bloody bit.

And what have I done to correct it, eah?
I suppose I've tried in myriad way
to pull women closer or push them back,
I've even tried poems to conceal the crack.