Short Spoken Poetry Novels & Stories

Then, I said, "You can just pour them down the drain." I hung up after that. The final dark spot in my life had been erased, and I felt light-hearted and free.

The shine on her buckle took precedence in the sun Her shine, I should say, could take me anywhere It feels right to be up this close in tight wind It feels right to notice all the shiny things about you About you, there is nothing I wouldn’t want to know With you nothing is simple yet nothing is simpler About you, many good things come in relation I think of proofs and grammar, vowel sounds, like A is for knee socks, E is for panties I is for button down, O the blouse you wear U is for hair clip, and Y is your tight skirt

When Mark realized the hidden message in his poems, he could not hold back anymore. “How in the world would I know your message???” “I thought you were just mocking my sperm donations?” “Isn’t it easier to tell it plainly?” Mark asked with gritted teeth. The general laughed immediately as soon as he heard both poems. Classic Sebastian. “I see you still practice your coded messages” the general said. “What do you call this style?” he asked trying to remember Sebastian’s own words. “Two bits of boredom” they replied in unison and laughed heartily. “No matter how long or how meaningful the poems are, you only need to catch the 2nd word” the general explained it to Mark.

they all chimed in. Shia would have laughed out loud and even rolled in the bushes had she not been facing such a serious and perilous task at that very moment. The whole ordeal of the sudden spoken poetry seemed so silly to her, and yet she understood that these lines must have been the code that will enable them to identify whether the person approaching was a friend or a foe.