#secrets poems on Hello Poetry

Tatiana Mar 2020

I tell my secrets to children
in the form of fairy tales
A "Once upon a time," is enough
to quiet down their wails
and I spin stories as well as spiders
weaving webs that a lost child
must navigate the tangled trails
with cleverness and wit
sharper than any sword
more accurate than any arrow
I speak of children who questioned
the established path of rejection
and this misguided idea of reciprocity,
"You must suffer because it happened to me."
Because my blessing in life was not brute strength
but a clear mind and clever tongue.
I tell my secrets to children
so that they may grow smarter because of them.

©Tatiana
What can I say, I like to share stories.

#secrets #fairytales #children #stories

Lara Beatriz De Guzman Mar 2020

Communication

I like how our hands seem to have their own
conversations, apart from our mouths.
I like how we tell things we can't seem to say out loud.
In these spaces between,
Our fingers meet and they fit.
Perfectly.
No walls, no secrets

I like how our hands know how to be together
In times we can't seem to.

#you #love #communication #secrets #between #apart #conversations #time

Vitu Mar 2020

Friends?

Is it me? Or does the years feel like it has been repeated?
I don't even know who's real or not
Am I just a toy to you?
We were the closes friends
And you just threw me away.

Was I not that important to enter your life?
The next day, I saw your smile, bigger than what I saw before
If you didn't like me at all
You shouldn't have played with my feelings
That friendship of yours has succeeded
Ours? hasn't.
Every year, friends of mine isolate themselves away from me
It was like the seasons,
Making new friends, old friends leave

I don't know if I could trust people with my secrets anymore
I'll just try and keep the friends I have now
After I lose all of them, I will gladly lock myself away
And remove any connections
The only person I can trust, is myself...

#friends #trust #broken #friendship #seasons #issue #secrets #confusion #feelings #sadness

Anthony Michael James Butler Mar 2020

Perfect Me

Going through the motions
Doing what I can to stop this silence
It's numbing
Just like the secrets I keep
Which are ever so deep

I do my part, they do their part
We are one
Even as we drift apart
It's a wonderful thing
A meaningful thing
And it makes me think
Are we doing the right thing?

So many questions
So little answers
It's what I must blindly accept
In order to become perfect
Because the perfect me
Is what I want to be
Especially in this world
Filled with the dead.

#rhyme #spiritual #relationship #secrets #emotions

Broken Pieces Mar 2020

Secrets

Secrets
Secrets
Secrets
Secrets.....
Why do these exist?
They tear me apart bit by bit.
I'm so tired of all these lines,
"You can't know now just wait a bit."
Please either tell me everything or leave.
I'm done with secrets.

#secrets #anger #done #depression #fakefriends #lies

Mrs Anybody Mar 2020

true face

if anyone who
knows my identity
would read my poems
i would be ******

because
i am not ready
to show the world
my darkest secrets
and
deepest desires
when it would
also know
my face

sorry for my language... :)

also check out my other poems! :)

#feelings #identity #desires #secrets #true #face

trf Mar 2020

these days seam

sewing time together,
we scribe our narrative,
your lace stitches leather,
like a seamstress.

failures don't forget me,
i'm their stone to engrave,
designed imperfections
and a chiseled face.

close enough to notice,
constellations are yarn,
unthreading in the distance,
these days seam apart.

#narrative #time #lace #leather #shoebox #filled #with #secrets

Michael R Burch Mar 2020

She Gathered Lilacs

She Gathered Lilacs
by Michael R. Burch

for Beth

She gathered lilacs
and arrayed them in her hair;
tonight, she taught the wind to be free.

She kept her secrets
in a silver locket;
her companions were starlight and mystery.

She danced all night
to the beat of her heart;
with her tears she imbued the sea.

She hid her despair
in a crystal jar,
and never revealed it to me.

She kept her distance
as though it were armor;
gauntlet thorns guard her heart like the rose.

Love!—awaken, awaken
to see what you’ve taken
is still less than the due my heart owes!

Published by The Neovictorian/Cochlea, The Eclectic Muse (Canada), Shabestaneh (Iran), Anthology of Contemporary American Poetry, The Chained Muse, Inspirational Stories and Captivating Poetry (Anthology)

Keywords/Tags: Love, lilacs, hair, wind, secrets, locket, starlight, mystery, heart, beat, tears, sea, despair, crystal, jar, distance, armor, rose, thorns, due, heart, owes

#love #lilacs #hair #wind #secrets #locket #starlight #mystery #heart #beat

Brian Yule Mar 2020

The Line

Ache of being isolated grown too close
You spin the wheel, though wary
Weary too
Another raw encounter: open wound
Another tongue duel probing to find out
The rule you’ve never broken
A lure, if spoken; left unsaid, a doubt
A bur to hook the tighter those who run
Nursing the rub
The present friction burns of uncertainty
The pleasant fictions formed to fill the gap
This shifting scene that saps with sifting urgency
This morphing tempter mutely mouths its name
Read my lips
Spill my dear
Do you decline
Or feast fears
Climb into bed
Sip on the nectar
Transfixed

#*** #dating #secrets #temptation #doubt