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Leocardo Reis Nov 2018
Because I am such a short girl
Perhaps you cannot see
That the love I have for you is true;
You are my destiny.

You said you only like tall girls
And I look like a twig
But where my height may lack, my heart
At least stands twice as big.

Those other girls are heartbreakers,
They’d never think of you,
They paint themselves as art sculptures
And force you to think too.

They’d never think of sacrifice
They’d never think of needs
All I would do is fall for you;
This beating heart still bleeds!

So with this rope, I’ll stand up proud,
And have it break my fall,
I’ll feel like I am on a cloud,
And happy to be tall.
Colm Mar 2018
I have always been a shadow tower

With arms of bended steel

Love me, hate me

Do with me your opinion what will

But never will I change as this

Or let my shadows lack therein

The will to see it though and thru

And deliver it with a furious will
With a sly look mostly
TSK Apr 2015
Oh are you better
You think you stand so tall
A head so big and growing
And yet a heart so small.
The shaking of your fingers
And pulling of those strings
The sneering at your equals
And lying of said things.
You thought yourself higher
The entire way done through
Yet now you have gone on
And you're 6 feet under too.
                          tsk
I started growing
     measuring each incremental inch
     in the doorway frame
     grinning as it clearly showed
     a spurt.
Although my bones were aching
     I ran as fast as I could
     to the corner and back
     time and time again
Challenging my small young frame
     to ache
     and grow
And, oh, the pleasure
     of those growing aches
     as I leaped
     to push
     upward
     taller
     older.
Those aches felt so good!


lawrence j klumas
© july 2014
trestrece May 2014
No hay metáfora que llene este espacio
ningún recurso poético que me explique
que me ayude a entender esta psique
que me ayude a controlar el vacío

¿Cómo describo tu cuerpo en poemas,
en canciones o en un par de siluetas?
¿Dónde, de que forma comienzo?

No hay forma, ni rápida ni despacio,
ni en la novela o en la crónica que
me ayuden a entender el por qué
la literatura es tu rostro que ansío

¿Cómo te plasmo en letras eternas
en bóvedas celestes sobre estrellas?
¿Dónde te encuentro si tropiezo?
taller de poesía 2013

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