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Blinking Nose May 2015
It was another graveyard shift
And I stood by your little bed
Thinking of what you had said
My love, my darling boy
What I wouldn't give, to see you smile
Bear with me honey when I'm always gone
When I mutter and curse with an endless frown
And I will do this and more
For us, in this wretched town
Blinking Nose Oct 2017
three people on my mind
five things to do
all of my life realigned
where are you, gym shoe?
Blinking Nose May 2017
He passed up on me
Coz I have no balcony
Cruel Romeo!
Blinking Nose Nov 2016
I burned in a tempest
When I met you, by the sea
Nine wild months ago
I give life to misery
Now, as I love you no more
Blinking Nose Oct 2014
He was a crossword puzzle
And I had just begun to learn the alphabets

To him, I was a jigsaw
Broken, strewn across senselessly

On nights when there was nothing but silence
He loved me and my blues

He was beginning to learn my many faces
The dark insides and the lighter contours

Soon, I was afraid
That he might discover
How achingly plain I remained
Blinking Nose Oct 2015
It was a clear sky of blue
A little patch of green
By me were a dog or two
And a home so serene

The wind chimes clanked
There was a chill in the air
For September had just begun
What was it, if not a little bit of heaven
Blinking Nose Sep 2016
On a chilly Michigan evening
My father talks of a friendly neighbor
Who gave him tomatoes
From his backyard
"Tom is married and has a kid"
There's a dull ache in my heart

On a rainy afternoon
A mellow song plays on my radio
I stop at the red light and a school bus
Moves past my right
A street sign, in big block letters
Your last name
I look away

Sipping coffee or standing by my desk
Autumn creeps in or the rain stops
From a dimly lit window
I catch myself cursing at fate
From time to time
Wouldn't it have been easier
If you were called something unusual
Structure slightly inspired by Michael Ondaatje's "The time around scars". Happens to be one of my favorite not-quite-love poems.
Blinking Nose Apr 2018
cherry blossom trees
line the walkways around me
petals at my feet
National Haiku Day!
Blinking Nose May 2015
Yours was only a hand, delicate and gentle.
Mine was only a waist, never pampered by touch or love.
It was but a silly heart, pounding against my chest.
It was only a kiss, under the stars, in the pouring moonlight.
Blinking Nose May 2015
Each death, a searing lesion in my soul
I wonder if you are alive, trapped
Among these treacherous walls

Are you starving too?
Desperate for home
Tired of all the spilling tears
And the sight of broken people?

I think I may have seen hell
But if I should pass by heaven
God will need to bawl and beg
For my forgiveness
Blinking Nose Apr 2017
Mad girl wonders why
She recalls a lover's toes
Instead of his smile
Blinking Nose Nov 2017
you were so many wrongs
and I, all sorts of blue
but still, there are songs
that remind me of you
Blinking Nose Feb 2017
Cold nights still linger
My melancholy winter
Not keen on goodbyes
Blinking Nose May 2016
I reminisce too much.
Besides, what else is there to do?
Remnants of the past, fragments
Still squirming in my conscience

In some vague room
A flicker of my smile, a candle, a black robe
And my button down shirt
Laid across the floor for you to step on
And you carefully tip toed
To catch me in time, but I wasn't falling

The seasons have passed exceedingly slowly
But now, I am smiling again
My nights are somehow less tormented

It is beautiful today and I have things to do
But before I leave and conquer the week
I pause, if only for a moment, in this sun lit room

I touch the French window
And leave you behind, one last time
Like shabby finger prints on unstained glass
Blinking Nose Aug 2018
Do not be so blue.
I have.... Tiramisu!
Yes, it's all for you.
Blinking Nose Jul 2015
I had to let go of your memories
As I did with San Fransisco
With its innocent corners and places
The quaint stores and my shadow

"Does it snow in San Fransisco?"
My little nephew asked
"Not always, but it did long ago"
And my eyes filled with remnants of the past

It hasn't gotten easier, years have gone by
I still remember the golden gate
The sunsets and the pleasant sky
I need you still and in vain I wait
For you to stop by
And steady my pettish state
Blinking Nose Mar 2015
She moved like she was gliding through the star studded skies.
Her feet transitioning softly, but precise like a flame.  
Swaying to the rhythm like a laced  scarf pinned to a line, in the strong winds of April.
Her hand in mine, so delicately firm, her eyes beaming with the unmistakable sparkle of love.
She danced on, looking at me with a smile that could make dead plants bloom.
So I held her, through her love affair with the waltz.
Blinking Nose Dec 2014
So many poems
Written on napkins
And trashed

So many on books
I never found

And many more
In my mind, lost
In the wake of a sleep

Would now be yours
Had I deemed them precious
I wrote many poems in the spur of a moment and lost them many a time. This was about writing and never finding them.
Blinking Nose Dec 2014
I want
These weak
Moments of love
Over the sordid
Aches of time
Made with a magnetic poetry kit.
Blinking Nose Mar 2016
Beach landscapes
Had been painted into the sky
With eyes closed, I could tell
When the Sun hid behind a cloud or a tree
Making me shiver like it was winter
Shining bright and fearless
It was summer, half a heart beat later
But it was only the first day of spring
And my fragile life began
Again
The weather has been great and I'm just feeling good :)
Blinking Nose May 2017
All the world is mine
During the days of summer
Except the lizards
I have been in the mood for silly poems lately.
Blinking Nose Dec 2016
Your arms around me
Our quivering mouths align
Still, I long for you
Blinking Nose Oct 2014
So many quiet constellations
And shooting stars in your eyes
Night’s darkest revelations
In your beautiful black hair

All of world’s warmth
Held prisoner
In your disarming smile

You are a funeral to my heart
A carefree transgression

Building and burning walls
Around my love
You show me the paths to
My own destruction

Are you the dark angel
I longed for
Or the light that will
Set me free?
Blinking Nose Nov 2017
Winter can come now
I have hot cocoa waiting
And a sad novel
Blinking Nose Mar 2015
Was it Vanilla or Lily?
May have been musk really.
Heart notes of Coconut or Sweet pea.
It sure did bring back her memory.

Oh! Her laughter and wrinkled nose,
My delicate desert rose.
She bloomed in my frigid heart,
Only to hurt and tear apart.
Blinking Nose Nov 2014
One sad song
Was all it took
For the salty
Water works to begin.
Cupid, you wretched man!
She
Blinking Nose Oct 2014
She
Silence is now a staring face in the darkness
She sits with me at full tables
And sings with me in the shower
We lie on damp gardens and look at rainy skies

She has been a loyal companion on car rides
And on trips to places
She dances by herself on evenings in the balcony
While I look outside

She is my loudest scream
But also my struggle against writing
I adore her for all that she is
A lover, an admirer and a bully

For some, she is no friend at all
And for some
She is just about everything
Blinking Nose Nov 2014
I sat
by the window
in the cafe
in the corner

the snow was gone
the wind savaged

people were walking
to the movies
to their cars
some held drinks
some held hands

and I was there
looking through the veil
masked in apathy
sipping from my cup
hoping
it will snow
again
An experimental Bukowski style free verse poem.
Blinking Nose Apr 2016
I think I've got the blues
So talk to me
It needn't be important
I love all the nothings
You talk about

All I ever did
Was write poems
About you
And all the boys
I've loved before
But tonight
I don't feel like writing

Would you now
Please
Just sit here
And talk to me
Blinking Nose Apr 2017
Humming birds don't come
Around my house anymore
But it is April
So I sit by the window
And look outside in mad hope
Blinking Nose Sep 2016
Concrete rubble sings
As I search ruins for a glimpse
Of my looted childhood
There is suffering around us. Let's not be apathetic because it is happening to someone far away.
Blinking Nose Jul 2017
mildly self conscious
gruntled about the present
estranged lovers meet
smile over stifled yearning
and think fondly of the past
Back to Tanka. Reading Emily Dickinson - in love with her envelope poems collection.
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