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ms reluctance Apr 14
Soon, almost, tomorrow, maybe, later
are polite ways of saying no, never
Easy words I often use to cater
to persistent questions I don’t savour

I answer one query with a question
of my own. Before you know it, I change
the discourse with a subtle suggestion,
still manage to have a pleasant exchange.

I must confess though that secretly, I  
always harbour a faint hope that someone
will see through my feint and try to be sly
so we can tease and toy and have some fun.

Please pardon my disingenuous ploy;
my ennui struck heart enjoys being coy.
NaPoWriMo Day 14
Poetry form: English Sonnet
Jac Nov 2019
coy
i guess i should feel
somewhat honored
to have seen past your
mask painted a deer
no need to pretend around me pretty
G Rose Apr 2019
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Poetry approaches me
like a frolicsome kitten;
coy and tentative,
bursting with life,
holding a trusting hand,
guiding it tenderly,
out of it's cage,
leading it confidently
from ink to page.
K Balachandran Mar 2019
the new moon's coy sheen,
the starlings' nosestuds gleam;
light's secrets in darkness!
K Balachandran Feb 2019
face turmeric smeared,
the dawn is a coy maiden,
that just came of age!
Smearing the face of a girl who just attained puberty with turmeric(which has many functions as a spice in food  with anti-toxic effects, herbal paste for cosmetic and skin protection application etc ) is part of traditional puberty rights  in India.
Poetry Addict Jan 2019
how the upturned mouth
Confuses itself with the sorrow in her eyes

Totally open through her refusal to undress her eyes
And tightly coiled hair.
Based on a painting from 1600s Italy; women had to be modest and downplay their emotions. But to me, not was always as it seemed. Around the era of the Mona Lisa.
Coy
•Don't you think you're standing too close
#But you did not oppose
•Cause your touch is so overwhelming
It numbs my brain
#So does your breath
Falling on my chest
•Maybe it's the lack of air inbetween
That's building this tension
#But this tension of our bond
Won't even let distance do us apart
•Who talks like that these days
#I'm witnessing one,
Between a boy and a girl of Laws
Stuck in the wonderland of Words
•That sounds more like the Never Never Land
#Don't let your sceptic shield come inbetween
Not tonight
•So that you can make me fall hard and deep
#So that I can kiss your wounds to heal
•But the soar soul will bring it back
How will you touch that
#Through that Venus trap you have for lips
•Your beard is no less of spikes
Growing goosebumps all over my skin
Running that chill across my spine
#It's good our interactive field **** our brains
At least for once our hearts can overtake
•I'm such a submissive to your strong gentle hold
#I'm so weakened at the sight of your rising-falling stole
K Balachandran Nov 2018
A coy spice hill breeze,
Passes subtle hints on it;
Poet knows the rest!
Ezra Yelverton Oct 2018
We were standing still, you armored in my arms.
The stage in front of us was brightly lit
but the faces around us I could not see;
we danced while the world revolving around us changed.
I whispered song lyrics in your ear and
your body language prompted me to hold you closer.
So, I did.
For a moment I was sure you were in bed with me
because the air around me smelled of you.
Lost in your fragrance,
I didn’t notice the scene around us change.
Even in a new setting the only person
my eyes could adjust to was you.
Beautiful Woman.
You turned to face me and lay your head gently on my chest.
All while I wore a coy smile.
I felt your hand on the back of my neck
as you raised to the tip of your toes to kiss me.
Just before our lips met, I woke up.
You make me nervous, even when I dream.
Devout people are truly trite
They peer in others
To see only light.
For they react like mothers.

Never doubt the gold
For as I know
“Nothing gold stays”.
To them I don't reap what I sow,
To them gold could never grow cold.

I do ease them into the night
When I show my light.
For those who take my gold
Adore my sight.
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