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his eyes are what graze his meal,
while he pokes at it with a fork, like a child

she asks in a sweet voice, if there’s
anything on his mind…

with a full plate, leftovers of his love
for her, and an empty pride - he finally asks
her

“did you also tell him you love him, right
after I watch you both kiss each other”

splat!

her spoon crushes pieces of food on her plate,
my love, I swear to you, it was only ONE TIME

he smiles, but in a sombre voice he replies,
“funny, with such a passionate kiss I watched,

I’m sure the both of you had a lot of practice”
Bree17 Dec 2024
clinking and clacking
bickering and talking
i can hear them from the other room
laughter and voices
conversing and observing
i can hear them from the other room
suffocating and drowning
exhausted and done
they cant hear me from the other room
silent and void
still and unmoving
they cant hear me from the other room
aleks Dec 2024
when the last light is out,
when all the shadows coalesce
to form a path of quiet in the dark,

i haunt the halls better than any ghost,
i hold shadows dear more than most.

only in that twilight i let my hunger roam,
appetite too large for the crevices of a wakeful home.

i wish you weren't scared of my famine,
i wish you would learn how to eat me
with something
other
than
a
knife.

i would hand you a scalloped dessert spoon,
and you could pry my shell open,
like the kitchens biggest prize.
still not sure how to make myself into something palatable to others.
Zywa Nov 2024
The dinner table

is stylishly set, spotless --


Sorry, except me.
Book "Parijs nu. Wereldstad in verandering" ("Paris now. Metropole in change", 2024, Simon Kuper)

Collection "Specialities"
Steve Page Oct 2024
The boys are all about the cheeses,
the platter, the crackers.
The girls are all about double cream.
The thicker the better.

The boys select the cheeses
that are bluer and smellier.
The girls stick with tiramisu
with a coffee chaser.

It makes no difference to the bill
which each year gets pricier.
They add a charge for the ambiance,
no matter what we order.
Triggered by a comment from Sara-Jade, recounting a birthday dinner.
EdgarAllenPoetry Oct 2024
Today I woke up and watched some YouTube.
I got out of bed and brushed my teeth.
I took a shower immediately after.
I took my dog outside and played fetch.
We came back inside and he gnawed on a bone.
I didn’t fancy a bone.
I turned on some college football.
I went and picked up some Wendy’s.
She wasn’t there.
I again watched some football.
I think I will eat some leftovers for dinner.
Right
Ryan Vallrugo Sep 2024
It started with a day where life beat you down,
Punctuated by a long day at work
Staying late in the office, not able to leave
A confused look as the door swings open,
Everyone else already went home
An oh so familiar face steps through, not supposed to be here

An inescapable sigh escapes your lips towards a lopsided grin.
Not having the energy to deal with this.
Yet still you approach undeterred from your plan.
You came with 5-star food and paper plates
Plastic champaign glasses and electric candles.
To complete the facsimile a trip to the large bay windows
An empty desk and white table cloth
For a moment beneath the setting sun
The mind-numbing office becomes a diner under the stars.
A meal that sends you back to a trip in Paris
The sounds and smells draw you in.
The cliché music earning a chuckle
A friendly face and easy conversation
Is a welcome relaxation to ease the mind.
And for the time we longer engulfed by the hustle and bustle of life
But in a place of dreams and reminiscing
From nothing more than an office dinner.
#72 from my collection "Living, Losing, Reminiscing"
JOY Sep 2024
I loved you like a daughter but I can't forgive you as a woman
I sure hope you burns in hell but I can't say this out loud
Cause you are my father
But you were her husband first
And I can't change that no I can't change that.

I will never forget when you called her crazy
When she put up your cheating evidence in our faces / on the dinner table.
You laughed messily and denied it cause you are spoiled
It's the same old wives tale
Someone will end it up hurting badly
And it will be always be a woman
MetaVerse Aug 2024

A fruit fly flies over:
     There's enough apple
          for us both.

James Rives Nov 2023
i'm a very hot & cold, all-or-nothing person, and i hate feeling stifled and like i'm not being heard, so i type my insecurities into this ****** little digital void and sometimes call it poetry
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