Starvation For Talking: Romantic IMprov Haiku

Can you fathom, like/
deep hunger of starvation,/
talk deprivation?

Who I Write About: Romantic IMprov Sonnet

Who do I write about?
You know they’re about you.
You may outwardly doubt
but gaze my verse through.

You may argue
and not believe what I say.
I know that you
can’t watch yourself play.

You may deride
and hold my words in derision
and may cast them aside
because you don’t see my vision.

You may not see you that way, but I do.
No matter what you say, my vision is true.

The sole positive/
about heartache is that it/
prompts intense muse growth.

10 minutes of my/
time. Peace, joy, perhaps a rhyme./
Gain feelings sublime.

I wonder what it/
would feel like to have someone/
like you crush on me?

She won’t believe ’til/
I wrap her up so much there’s/
no other options.

Who needs a lover,
a warm bed mate to snuggle,
when you have a dog?

What should have been a/
goo moment was turned into/
muck by poor word choice.

Even when you’re still/
silent, you, still, strike my chords/
and remain my muse.

Even when you are/
silent, you strike my heart’s chords/
and become my muse.

There’s a blue moon out./
If you were here or I there,/
we could cure our blues.

A blue moon’s out. If/
you were here or I there, we’d/
cure our blue feelings.