#fruitless
Procrastinator
between two rocks.
Where do you find the
easy places?
Or are these just
hand-me-downs
for the elitist
fuck-you-ups?
I’d rather ricochet
around the hardest horrors,
than feed from
a fruitless spoon.
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 2:57 AM UTC
I love you deeply, profoundly
Yet you are unable to love me back
Sweetheart, it is a fact
That’s torturing me.
Many unanswered calls and texts
Many unsuccessful attempts
I found myself drowning in sadness
Where the sun shines much less.
It is painful to be purposely ignored
I’m in deep anxiety; I am bored
This unrefined, unrequited love
Is decorticating me. Holy Spirit above!
I love you dearly, tenderly
But you ignored my letters
My heart is being devoured by tigers
My queen is not present in my life.
Copyright © December, 2004, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 1:55 AM UTC
Breath, soil; breath and drink and bask in warmth
Slowly walk along the sentence that extends
The year before the year, the frozen and thawed,
Fruitless but alive with another day's growth
Apr 25, 2021
Apr 25, 2021 at 11:40 PM UTC
No day goes by without a mistake,
If only I'd told her, and given her my coat,
I'd be some one she can't forsake.
But the words I could not utter, were stuck in my throat
---If all people need love, then why bother with fruitless chasing?
Limited time, but wasteful hearts, for what?
For I know love is not rational, instead felt, it cannot be stopped
So waste no time and lend me a moment---
If only I'd told you then, that cold afternoon,
But love is scarcely spoken by a short-lived buffoon.
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 12:07 AM UTC
Your gaze shoots right through me like a speeding bullet,
I know it's not meant for me but it fills my soul with a joy like none other.
Your smile, like the most perfect sheen of a knife, cuts through my heart like butter.
I know they glisten not for me, but I can't help but count each white horse as they stand still.
Your warmth like the radiant sun so sweetly gleaming, fills my soul with compassion.
I know it's all in kindness, but I can't help but wish it were something more.
Your hair like a flowing river, shines in the bright summer light.
I know it's not for me, but for another.
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 1:12 AM UTC
The more you work or harder you try
Some things just won't work
So don't sit and try to cry
Either you quit or put in more work.
The harder you try to look
Some things you just won't see
You can google or search a book
Some answers you just won't see.
The harder you care or love
Some people just won't care
You can clean or cook on the stove
That sentiment he or she won't share.
The harder you try for peace of mind
The more you will finally come to agree
That inner peace is not easy to find
It really doesn't exist in wealth or a degree.
IB-Poetry©️
3/7/2018
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 11:47 PM UTC
*I once held stars in my lungs but I burnt them all out with cigarettes
as I tried to rid your name from my lips
I had the moon on the tip of my tongue when I whispered love in twilight affection
But that **** tided heart of yours shifted again and now all that hangs in my mouth are evasive words and the sickening taste of the seas' breeze.
That garden you grew in my stomach died when your sunlight no longer reached my skin
The butterflies you gave me shriveled with it.
The ***** I choke down doesn't rid me of those memories
Every night I spent with you was a threat to abandon my morals;
Go back on your word and cut the sky from my veins.
You kissed every cloud from my wrist to my sundered ankles.
You once traced constellations on my chest and with a single breath they shown brighter
They too burnt out when your words were no longer for me and I hurt even a little more
The ones etched in my swallowed pulse cried as they spiraled from our little piece of the galaxy
I watched them go lonely and lost when they traveled south into my pity-shaken excuse of a soul.
When I smiled and you'd look away.
It haunted me until I stopped sleeping
It was at that moment I had realized I fell for you like Icarus had the sun.
You burnt me and I melted until there was nothing left.
I was reckless with pride as you fed me slanted promises
I'll put good use to the knife you left in my spine
My throat burns more with every drink,
This liquor can't rinse my soul the way I'd like you to
But I'd rather remember you as my favorite sorrow than the love who left this fruitless heart.*
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 11:54 PM UTC
A tree is never worthless
Even if it is fruitless
Like how God made his child
You should never count
how much you cried
For you have flowers on your insides
You have watered them with every fight
Now you glow with warm light
Like trees your hands are free
Waving to the skies
You are bound for bliss all eternity
-Weep No More, Margaret Austin Go
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC
Is a fruitless tree
still worthy?
Is a person
fruitless
empty
lacking in lustre
of no value?
Maybe
they're still waiting
to blossom
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 1:52 PM UTC