#fences poems on Hello Poetry

Amber Bent Oct 2014

Fences

You see right through me
Yet you refuse to see me
You look right at me
But you do not understand me
You go around me, you go through me
But you do not examine me

I am just in your way
I am just a barrier
You do not see what I am because you insist on seeing what I am not
You avoid me at all costs because its an inconvenience to you
I am in your own head
your own heart even
Yet you refuse to accept me
you go further
further than wood and nails
you reach for the brick and mortar
you build me stronger
without even acknowledging me
you dance around the surface of my being
you cover me up
you break me down
throw me out

But you rebuild me again
different materials
same understanding
same meaning
same hidden emotions and thoughts
this time
you cannot see through me
but you still do not see me

Fences of the Heart, Soul, Mind, Body. I am the fence to your love. I love you, yet you do not love me.

#randomthoughts #fences #poppedintomyhead #itstooearlyforthiscrap #goodnightworld #iknowihaventpostedinawhileoops

mark john junor Sep 2014

her tenderness has no fences

the promise that her tenderness has no fences
made her linger on my mind
like a rough bottle of fine wine
and as the evening rolled back daylights clutter of thoughts in my head
that smile she flashed me came back to kiss my heart
it came with such delight sparking in her sweet eyes
that i just felt myself drowning in the moment with such wanton joys
made me illustrious by her soft-spoken side
made me happy to be alive...

once the sullen girl in baggy sweat pants and pink slippers
dragging a bag full of noisesome beatnik romances
she has grown to love freedoms road
cast aside such tin-plated gods and rough-house boys
that a pretty boy isn't a man if he wont make a stand
found herself holding a wishing well coin
and a map showing paradises shores
and came down to find me again....

sitting in a coffee house full of lost voices
full of magazine honeys chilling before the big break finds em
listening to the sounds of heartbreak in glasses chatter
and waiting for a road that made sense to me
when she walked back into my life
like a rough bottle of fine wine
like a candlelight evening with true loves joys
i will be here forever know that now
florida moon-surfing
holding her in my arms
breathing the magic that is her
exploring her romances

(dedicated my friend dean and his girl mary who i wrote this poem about)

#glasses #fences #soft-spoken #coffee-shop #pretty-girl #tin-boy

TheExpat Jun 2014

Fences

Building new fences
Panels become barriers
Guarding raw senses

Not my best but still haiku

#haiku #barriers #fences

Joe Wilson May 2014

The European Elections

I’m minded today we have a choice
to make our mark and raise our voice
but there are those, it’s very funny
who’d tell you how they’d spend your money.

All over Europe pundits gather
getting themselves in quite a lather
giving opinions on issues political
trying to make them sound so critical.

Skeletons found in many a cupboard
the found out grimace, some have blubbered
and later when all votes are counted
disappointment follows campaigns mounted.

In Germany too they’ll do their thing
as seats stay put or make a swing
France and Italy, Ireland too
votes for Europe are quite a to-do.

Votes are counted on Sunday of course
and Dimbleby brothers roll out in force
the great Swingometer comes into play
as seats are won across the UK.

After all the dust has settled
new MEPs all keen and mettled
all take their seats with po-faced pride
personal pleasure they try to hide.

And so to business for some it’s new
there are many and various things to do
like getting claims in for their expenses
the sitting places – the search for fences.

Alliances to make are the next big thing
who’ll vote with you on anything
but represent those who for you voted
or you’ll be out next time, I hope that’s noted.

©Joe Wilson – The European Elections 2014

#choice #voice #elections #european #expenses #fences

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