#knees
I asked a woman to change her curls to forever straight,
and offered $50,000
(a sum on my mind that day after a
particularly rough day trading),
incentive
to maintain said style in
eternal perpetuity
she has accomodated me now for over a decade+, but
every every, every now
and every then, She pulls me
closer than close,
whispers 50K~ok!,
and hits me with a
hockey checking
an enforcer's hip swaying
pow,
that be
her physio~verbal
hockey stick reminder,
that poets must always pay their debts,
and even
forever, eternal and perpetuity
are included!
&
**have no legal limitations
or
poetic exemptions**
*nor,
credit,
for time
served*
🥴
Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 4:52 PM UTC
brief and half-silent,
in an empty space,
at a corner of my room.
back against the wall,
arms hugging knees
close to the chest,
eyes mid-air,
breathing.
Sep 28, 2023
Sep 28, 2023 at 2:57 AM UTC
Someday I will bring this world to its knees for everything that it has done to me.
And while it begs for my forgiveness, I will simply watch as it trembles at the echos of my laugh
Dec 24, 2021
Dec 24, 2021 at 3:41 PM UTC
the glass broke through my skin,
piercing my heart over and over.
the agony brought me to my knees
as I carefully removed the shards.
the wounds sting, craving relief,
from a soothing, cool, light balm.
I slowly apply it, closing my eyes
as it enters the wounds on my heart,
bringing me comfort as I start to heal.
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 12:20 AM UTC
The ocean ahead of me,
with its beasts,
have my knees shaking,
as I try to dive again,
and tame the fear
of oblivion,
One more time.
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 2:45 PM UTC
it's been so long since....
oh, how I long for the those days
swinging in the tree
hanging upside down on that big branch
waiting for the sun to go down so hide and go seek was more challenging
skateboarding with friends and riding our bikes for hours and hours
marbles were the rage and the Boulders were worth some attention
falling down and scraping our knees, shaking it off till we got home
spinning around so fast and furious that you got too dizzy and fell down
oh how I long for those days....
has it really been so looooooong?
Brian Hill - 2020 # 149
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 9:25 AM UTC
Success!
by Michael R. Burch
for Jeremy Michael Burch
We need our children to keep us humble
between toast and marmalade;
there is no time for a ticker-tape parade
before bed, no award, no bright statuette
to be delivered for mending skinned knees,
no wild bursts of approval for shoveling snow.
A kiss is the only approval they show;
to leave us—the first great success they achieve.
I wrote this poem after fixing my son Jeremy some toast and getting a kiss in return. Keywords/Tags: children, success, parents, toast, jam, marmalade, skinned, knees, kiss, approval
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 6:01 AM UTC
When at church man is on his knees
to adore the Most High,
he takes the right pride in the rite.
When a prince eyes men gathered like bees
Under his knees, paying respect, eyes towards the sky,
it’s satisfaction of the might.
When the world is put on its knees
by a micro-seen thing, miles smaller than a fly,
the wild creatures find it a knight!
Like a bike without wheels
men lose the move and sigh,
stay agape, and start to fight
the quasi-nil.
And they try,
all on their knees.
It defies, and it makes their lungs its meals!
It defies, personal success becomes a pie in the sky!
It defies, and it continues to bite!
It won’t hide in the hills.
Like their sins, in their hide it does lie
and the challenge calls them to unite.
In the threats there are good fate’s seals
that a good fighter won’t let pass by:
love, humanity and good sight.
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 5:19 PM UTC
It’s probably because these days,
now that my knees hurt more,
that when I’ve tackled our K2 stairs -
and I’m on the top floor,
you might just hear me ask
“what the **** did I come up here for?”
You see it’s not just the legs
but the brain that’s weak.
All the plusses that old age holds in store…
out of breath, can’t speak, need a leak…
but sod it, what did I actually come up here for?
It’ll come to me in a minute if I give it some thought
just for a minute or so...
I know, have at least two of everything,
one up one down, so that wherever you go
there’ll be what you want right there…
Or... just move to a bungalow!
Meanwhile... what did I come up here for?
Mar 5, 2020
Mar 5, 2020 at 10:55 AM UTC
Pacing around
Stuck on the ground
Music blast
A trip to the past
The truth is, I want to hold you
Tell you
That everything is gonna be okay
If not today
Then tomorrow
You don't have to be in sorrow
Love, I'm right here
For you my dear
I will listen to you
No matter what you do
I'll be here
For you
I caused alarm
Didn't want to cause harm
I'm sorry Love
I just want to see you free as a dove
See me now
This is how
I am inside
I try to hide
From the world
My knees curled
To my chest
Where you say I have a heart of gold
Like buried treasure
Music blaring
I'm still wearing
The bracelet you made me
And when you look at yours
As you do your chores
Think of me
And I hope
You do not mope
And that you can forgive me
All I want to do
Is hold you
Brush your hair behind your ear
And hear
You say,
"Stay,"
"Here with me."
And we can be
Just you and me
Please
I reach to seize
Your hand
Please
Take me to the land
Of dreams
Where we are dancing in the moonbeams
And I can feel again
Free as a wren
It's like I'm falling
And you're falling too
I reach to you
And I can't see
Wind stinging my eyes
Blinding me
I feel so far from you
But you're only 12 miles away
Love, I want you to stay
With me
You hear my plea
I said words that got carried
In my head they are buried
You told me one thing
Told your mother another
That's okay
But just tell me that you'll be
I love you, I miss you
I'm right here, my dear
I care, and I dare
Say that I always will
Because baby
Just maybe
If you let me
The future could be so bright
Bright as your shining eyes
So please stay
Here with me.
- Jay M
February 19th, 2020
Feb 19, 2020
Feb 19, 2020 at 4:33 PM UTC
Tired of nights spent wishing for something different.
It is what it is. This is the result of my decisions.
I hold myself accountable for all of my missed beginnings.
I'm on my knees, looking to the sky for forgiveness.
Feb 2, 2020
Feb 2, 2020 at 11:06 PM UTC
I'm on my knees
Begging for me
I'm on the edge
I can't see
How far out
I can reach
I'm on my knees
By your feet
Your leg kicks
You're in the deep
It's all you
It wasn't me
I'm on my knees
I shouldn't be
You went too far
Farther than me
Why is stone
As tough as me
I'm on my knees
I can't believe
Blood is my sweat
I'm not me
This isn't real
Because stone doesn't bleed
Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 1:44 PM UTC
he touched me
and my knees felt weak
my mind went blank
and i didn't know how to speak
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 1:41 AM UTC
These
Are my knees
And I would get down on them
Over and over again
For you and then
And then
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 10:56 AM UTC
days droop like my tired eyes
hope starts tasting like weak tea
just a hint of salty wind before capsize
heart aching like my bruised knees
I'm haunted by intertwined hands
in brave roots of daring trees
the crack in the sidewalk silently understands
being hollow yet infested with weeds
arms dislocated from reaching so far
grabbing for a man to sew up my heart
even if they leave a gruesome scar
I'd love him till he tears me apart
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 9:54 AM UTC
Today my knee popped again.
For the fifteenth time since it's began.
Skinned palms from breaking my fall.
Again, the hot blade of searing pain.
I hate how these are things I can perfectly recall.
I've sworn myself not to cry;
instead, my body goes into shock.
Screaming as if I were to die.
Catching my breath, the agony is finally over.
I used to be helped up from the ground.
But now, I get the cold shoulder.
In Phy Ed. class, they whispered that it was for attention.
I found that funny, considering I hate that.
And the brace, I would never mention.
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 9:25 PM UTC
As long as I am alive,
I will always see the boy,
Feel the boy,
Smell the boy.
It’s my nightly terror
And my daily reality.
I’ll be living
Halfway around the world
And the smell of him
Will find me
And drag me back to
His bedroom,
On my heads and knees begging.
It will bring me back
To the fear of this dusty town
And all the suffering he’s put me through.
I will always fear the boy,
And I will always fear you
For you could become the boy.
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 12:45 PM UTC
Imperfect humans, we run and we stumble. Falling about each other and walking each other home with scrapped knees
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 9:57 AM UTC
On four wheels
and on my knees.
Warm colorful tones
and cracking bones.
Up in the sky
and down to hell.
A trip I take everyday,
to feel well.
Foggy windows,
foggy minds
creating beautiful times.
Pulling the string
that makes me do things
which would make an angle
loose her wings.
She would forget to fly
and then peacefully die.
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 1:48 PM UTC
Strong knees and open eyes
Straight back and open ears
Strong voice and open hands
Straight through to the throne of grace
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 8:07 AM UTC
He sits across from her
their knees brush
but their hands don’t quite touch
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 6:57 PM UTC