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A man known as Billy Joe McCoy Found something he really did enjoy He used to hunt moose But he switched over to goose Because a goose was a much lighter decoy
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Jan 5
Jan 5, 2026 at 10:30 AM UTC
Moose vs goose
we are surrounded by cluttered thinking is it surprising we need to light the torches of our minds burn through the misinterpretation flush out the decoy that has represented itself as truth find a passage think facts rescue our purpose Brian Hill - 2020 # 62
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Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 6:52 PM UTC
Rescue
Secret. Lips sealed. Necking stirringly - hush. Shadow of a doubt. Decoy.
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May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 5:32 PM UTC
Secret
Am I blue enough for you? fallen cold feet in your hot water has my heart been bruised enough for you? pounded by your harrowing silence and skyscraping fortress which I cannot crawl into... These four walls have become a better companion than the ghost of you They echo my words so that I am less lonely In a world that I would build someday without you I would no longer falter into your decoy...
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Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 6:30 PM UTC
Blue, Decoy
forgive,       let go,         breathe,             relax, enjoy laugh,     live,         grow,              pain, decoy-
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Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 5:57 AM UTC
letting you go
The decoy hearts sit in the ribcage like the original heart did and gives of the persona of originality. A Poser, as another might call it. Like doll’s eyes, lifeless but giving off the idea of sight. Soon it becomes decoy, dating decoy, and then they get married and they sit in the back of the car staring straight ahead at.. What they wish they could have had and they hold hands, but it is not what they think it should be. The hand doesn’t fit quite right. When you love someone else enough They take your heart and run with it and leave behind the decoy. The decoy just beats blood. It does not race or flutter. It does not even break. There is a gap in my hand where your fingers used to fit, and when the new boy holds my hand it’s clumsy and unfamiliar. I wish he drank coffee and read books translated a thousand times over. He wishes I would wipe my make up off and show him my heart.
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Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 3:15 AM UTC
Decoy