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kimberly-lewis
kimberly-lewis
Tucson I'm a preschool teacher at the local Waldorf School. I'm interested in food, relationships, mystical writings, architecture, children/parenting, beauty...
I don't want to play hide & sneak (boo & peak) anymore with you. I don't want to slide up or down your rain barrel nor open my cellar door (1, 2, 3, 4) anymore with you. No more K-I-S-S-I-N-G-spot for you, doodle dandy. Don't want your big rock, nor let you eat my candy. Eeny, meeny, miney, moe. Skin-to-skin, toe-to-toe. I pick the very best one, And you are not it.
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Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 6:33 PM UTC
You are not it
Well you knocked on my door knock, knock, knocked on my door and when I opened the door, you said you missed me. Yes, you missed me. Well you walked in my room, you walk, walk, walked in my room, and you kissed me. Yes, you kissed me. Ah, yes. You kissed me. Then I went to my car and you followed me out, I said it's time to go, and you knew what I meant, then I kissed you. I kissed you. Then I drove away, 'cause I'm leaving you now, but I miss you. Oh, I miss you. Yes, I miss you. I miss, miss, miss, miss, miss you.
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Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 9:27 PM UTC
you knocked on my door
I dreamt we were all there - family friends and he saw me, pretending I didn't know him in front of my family friends. From across the room he signed to me in a language I understood, "I love you." ("Love" was like a boat cradle in the palm of his hand, more like, "I'll hold you.") Maybe that's what love is after all anyway.
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Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 12:10 PM UTC
After all
I have eaten the last doggy treat it was the best one cause it was made out of meat I know you were probably saving it for snack time Forgive me I just couldn't bear you're the one who left it on the chair you're the one who shouldn't have left it there
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Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 7:14 PM UTC
Doggy Treat
My Husband You reject me & neglect me You query me & you weary me You control me & annul me You coax me & you hoax me You disturb me & perturb me You vex me & perplex me You taunt me & you haunt me You ignore me & you bore me You blame me & you shame me You leave me & deceive me You cage me & enrage me You invade me & degrade me You bait me & you hate me My lover You see me & you free me You kiss me & you miss me You warm me & you charm me You respect me & protect me You perceive me & believe me You hear me & endear me You mend me & defend me You delight me & excite me You face me & embrace me You esteem me & redeem me You ease me & you please me You know me & you show me You romance me & enhance me
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Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 7:29 PM UTC
My Husband/My Lover
Everywhere I go Everybody wants to know "Where's the lady" They all ask I answer, hiding behind a mask Of smiles and laughs, And say to them: "She's gone, she won't be back again; I don't care" And shrug my shoulders. But now my life is so much colder I walk alone, the crowded streets And tell my tale to friends I meet Then I turn, walk on with the truth With tear-filled eyes I think of you
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Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 10:54 PM UTC
The Lie
Upon the restless sea, A woven water-proof basket floats, A baby in its warm interior Thumb in mouth, Beautiful eyes fixed to the sky. Basket floats for days, Pulls close to shore one night, And out crawls an infant into the water, Out wades a little boy, On the shore trudges a stark naked man, Dripping with all glory. Stops he does, and glances back at his basket Before he morphs into an albatross And soars into the sky.
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Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 1:53 AM UTC
From Nowhere
Blood Red red blood. What's the matter? It's not normal. Where's my book? Call the doctor! Blood Red red blood. In my pants, Down my leg, On the carpet, In the toilet. Blood Red red blood. Not the baby! Oh my God! Lay in bed. Take it easy. Lay in bed. You can't choose. Lay in bed. Lay in bed. Lay in bed.
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Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 4:00 AM UTC
Threatened Miscarriage
I thought I checked the Bisquick. I eyed it pretty good. They came out light and fluffy. Just like good pancakes should. The children wanted seconds. The baby ate with glee, But in my bite I found a worm, And no one knows but me.
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Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 3:57 AM UTC
Fried Worms for Breakfast
We couldn't say what we meant, Because we didn't know. Surely we meant Something, But Something didn't show. Something was meant to be powerful! Something was meant to be good! Instead we said what we didn't mean. And neither understood.
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Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 3:54 AM UTC
Misunderstandings