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Chair cushion poetry words
wind rain letterbox slap.
Trees fields leaves swirl
snoring dog - a booby-trap!
Poems exciting clever arranging
words enjoy like "dingly-dell"
Medal gifted golden wing,
wrangle, package and farewell.
Trains clouds candles jug,
poetry in sunshine glow.
Red lampshade curtains seven
wooden Elephants in a row.
Favored mother's favourite son
silent tears and not to boast.
Hands of clocks slowly spinning
spreading marmite onto toast.
Some poems ask questions
Some rhyme; some don't
some paint you a picture
some will; some really do but occasionally and don't scan and wont rhyme at all they won't!
Poems are just words sort of,
written; spoken, printed in a book
open minds will have a go
grab your mind and go take a look.
Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 6:55 AM UTC
You brought me flowers
Was honestly surprised
Certainly were beautiful
Betrayal cleverly disguised
I awoke without you there
Note explaining where you went
When you came home with a big bouquet
Knew exactly what that meant
That in the hours you were away
Had done something I’d disapprove
Suspicions were confirmed by that gesture
I had no way to prove
Sifted through your phone of course
You’re good at covering tracks
Had plans to meet up with some girl
Was told to chill and relax
That you did not actually follow through
Stopped to drop off some dope
Her and a couple of other people
Reason for me to mope
It was other errands you ran
Took so long
You swear
Don’t know if you expect me to believe
Or you just don’t care
You thought you were sneaky and smart
Bringing somebody along
Because if you had a chaperone
Could you have done anything wrong?
Which would have worked eons ago
I’m catching on to your tricks
Hard as I try to tear down your walls
You’re faster stacking bricks
I ask from you the truth
Though i give more in return
By now should be used to the sadness
My stupid heart refuses to learn
I keep asking what’s wanted from me
Thinking I’m not worthy of a reply
Maybe you don’t know the answer
Either way I am left asking why
Why can’t you stop slipping away?
Out of hands and into the air
All we’ve been through
Ups and downs
Now do you not want me there?
I am hoping this is just a phase
Patient I force myself to be
You get it out of your system
Like you when waiting for me
I have made poor choices in the past
Forgive me but can’t forget
Tried to move forward and start over
I can tell it still makes you upset
I suspect that is justification
Smashing my heart to pieces
I hate myself for all that I am
Your attraction decreases
I do not know when feelings shifted
It’s clear yours aren’t the same
Maybe til now you were pretending
Whole relationship simply a game
My head beyond damaged
Stories that don’t make sense
I am going crazy
Issues seem so immense
I am easily manipulated
By your hand
Into different shapes
I can no longer stand
You are my biggest weakness
Temptation I can’t resist
I can’t have you for my own
Should I even exist?
I should thank you for your presence
You come home to me each night
As you spend days with other women
I fear you can’t stand my sight
I wish I could trust like before
You won’t give deceit a rest
See through your veil of loyalty
Know better than protest
I wonder
Did you get her a present?
If the floral arrangement was just for me
May not be fair to hate her
Probably shares my agony
Except has the worse half of the deal
I get most of your heart
Rest is scattered in pieces
Others have a tiny part
They should have common decency
Respect the commitment we share
Since it clearly doesn’t matter to you
Why would they bother to ******* care?
I am aware I am a lucky girl
Call you my best friend
If you no longer picture a future together
Don’t prolong the end
I do not know how to change this
To make you happy once more
Hold the flood of tears inside
The second you walk out the door
Then waterfalls gush out of eyes
Rivers of snot flow from nose
Have no interest in hearing my sorrows
I won’t burden you with my woes
I try maintaining composure
You are near
Should be able to sense my emotions
Not as stable as they appear
But you are constantly distracted
Consistently divided
I pour my all into a relationship
Grows more and more one-sided
Even if you stop buying presents
Come back to the house less and less
I will remain devoted and true
Never fixing this mess
Roses the closest I will get
Any sort of apology
Someday you won’t buy me flowers
You’ll only need to be with me
Oct 11, 2020
Oct 11, 2020 at 12:47 AM UTC
i feel like
i'm scaring you away
tomorrow's another day
i know that
but today is here and it's real
i see it so clear
sun shines through cracked curtains
where laughter plays and dreams are made
and i want to share
with you
this crooked smile and these tired eyes
this messy head of hair
my body rests upon this chair
my mind is full
but these hands remain empty
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 11:09 AM UTC
i really need you
here and now
to touch the crook
o f m y n e c k .
you'll feel all
the little hairs
standing up.
my body gives a
standing ovation
f o r y o u r t o u c h .
you feel like love
all over your body,
let me feel it
a l l o v e r m i n e .
melt your love
let it wash over me
in the yellow room
as i lie in your bed
i n e e d y o u .
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 11:25 PM UTC
I love you for the beautiful and complete young human being you are.
You value your blood relations.
You work for a stable future.
You are truthful towards me.
You never kept me under a false impression that you love me too just like I love you.
Though I am probably not going to meet you ever, let alone marrying you, but I do feel for you.
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 4:37 AM UTC
All I ever wanted was to be a simple man.
Simple house, simple family, and work as hard as I can.
How come a calm life has become so complicated?
A time when technology takes tops over trees is discombobulated.
We leave behind the leaves and we take drugs to help us sleep,
The lonely anxiety of society that tugs us runs so deep.
Gone are the days when we just strive to survive,
But where are the days when we thrive while we’re alive?
I say just do you and keep it as simple as you can
Get a job, find a girl, or if you’d rather, date a man.
Life might be confusing but at least we’re all still free,
And a life of which I’m choosing sounds like happiness to me.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 5:12 PM UTC
If you want my heart you must ask my curves for permission first.
Convince them you will be the one to adore them, no matter their width or depth.
Let your hands do the talking.
Touch me so soft I tremble and you break the code.
Only then will they allow my chest to open and my heart will be yours to keep.
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 12:46 AM UTC
Show me where you wonder
Let my body trace your steps
I'll follow you blindly
Unmindful of the depth
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 10:38 AM UTC
Fulde hænder og hænderne fulde
Fuglehænder og hændernes fugle
Tankespind fra hjernen, hver gang dine
Beskidte hænder får mig til at gispe
Af ængstelse efter berøring fra andre
Himlen lyser mørkerødt, men indeni
Er min lunge kollapset. Sort.
Skænker dig ikke en tanke når jeg
Mærker himlende fornemmelser,
Som tager mig langt væk fra dig
Trækker vejret dybt og sukker -
Søde tanker mod de dybblå
Have, og strømmende bølger
Himlen brænder og dyrene skriger
For at sætte dig fri; fra mig
Dømmende blikke og blikkende dømmes
Deres øjne følger mig når jeg går ned
Nedenom og hjem, ned af gaden
Nedværdige kommentarer snurrer.
Månen lyser himlen op, men kroppen
Damper mørke skyer på boulevarden.
Spejder og søger, efter svar på vores
Problemstillinger, af nederste skuffe,
Min yndlings dig, mit hjerteskud på
Øverste del af himlen. Ses kun i kort tid.
Vandrende på vejen leder jeg efter
Det vi begyndte med at have. Kærlighed
Du elskede mig ind til benet, men mit
Skind bedragede, min eneste dig, du
Skal forgudes, tilbedes og elskes.
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 2:44 AM UTC
vi samler tørt støv fra floderne
de kolde ilde skinner varmt rødt
vi sover tungt på månedagene
og snakker stumme ord med øjnene
vi er her på grund af sultens glæder
fordi vi husker det glemte der kommer
og fordi ingen dør når pesten sletter alt
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 7:41 AM UTC
I will wear the cotton in your voice
Like a satin waistcoat
Hearing you call through splintered walls
And the wind blows as easily as the rain falls
Slowly
I feel as though I am a drop
Hurtling through the sky
Towards the moss covered earth at a shattering pace
Barely making a dent
On the sliver of the place you are
The other side of the door
Just a track away
And though I do not see you I hear your sway
Creating balance in the things you say
And we will walk forever
Though we do not move from the warmth
Of your iron cage
With boiling over foreigners begging for attention
My eyes cannot be drawn away
And ill stand in a field
And the corn will have no names and you will be
Flying like a bird without a cage
A slave without binding
A stitch without thread
And we will sprint like two parallel lines
Always similar but never touching
Infinite in ourselves
But finite with each other
Our paths never cross
Though we move side by side
Lost in the people we want to be with
balancing on a fence post we dont know is stable
With chipping paint
And white lines
Moving forever through a blind eye
You’ve found the pair to your pair of die
But where were you when I hadn’t
When my tissue box was a house for elves
And my sandbox was not a place for creation
Where memories went to sleep
And marbles were lost
I slipped in the downpour
And my shirt ripped
And my shorts tore
And I am sobbing alone
Optical spillage with small oceans removing themselves
Left drowning on my own
But though your seams are now sewn
Mine remain alone
And I stand now
Like a house without a home
Im sitting like a rock at the bottom of the sea
And I feel the pressure though it has never touched me
Fizzling inside my ears like static during a phone call
With you on the other line
Your hearing fine
Mine not at all
Your white noise is blinding but you never hear it
Sending me message after message
But my ears refuse to be near it
Like a microphone and a speaker
Your feedback is heavy
and when you are with her
Your white noise goes away
Your equally quiet souls both speak loud
And neither one overpowers the other
And I know you will not have me
For I am a force of nature
I swing like the light on the top of a lighthouse
And warn sailors of the danger on my shores
Because though you do not want me when I am yours I am yours
I am in the world for a long haul
And I hope your course changes
I hope your white noise dulls
I hope she can hear you when you whisper like sirens
And I hope if your voice reaches
Or hers falls
I hope you find comfort in the ***** of her sanity
because every other set of lines, meet once
and then drift apart forever
parallel lines are infinitely similar
but will never meet
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC
i need to stop leaving
my heart behind
everywhere i go
it may end up inside a volcano, or
be carried around by water's flow
i need to stop leaving
my heart behind
in hands that don't care enough
in places that make me crave return
and the only souvenirs i manage to obtain
are nostalgic memories with nothing to gain
and the remnants of my heart thud and ache
and i don't look forward to another day
i only wake burden
i need to stop leaving
my heart behind
before i am undone.
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 12:58 PM UTC
I've been wondering how to put this into words for months,
the aching feeling of missing something you haven't quite experienced,
how to long for something like you've had it before but never have,
I've come to the conclusion that I'm either suffering from a mild case of 'your crazy',
or the much realer and scarier version of my thoughts,
I have become homesick of a home I have yet to venture to,
and after much thought I feel this must be true,
but the scary thing is that I still have not a clue what to do.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 9:42 PM UTC
They always told her she was skinny,
'You're like a twig' they used to say,
'You need a good roast dinner' they'd tell her.
She grew up being proud,
Of the way her bones jutted through,
Her pink paper skin.
When she reached 15,
The junk food and pride,
Caught up with her.
By 16 all she saw in the mirror,
Was mountains of fat and rolls upon rolls,
She wondered if they would still call her skinny.
At 16, she began cutting down on meals,
'If I miss lunch, I'll lose a little weight.'
'I don't need breakfast, not to be skinny.'
She can't tell anyone else,
She's the skinny one,
She can't be fat.
They've started noticing now,
The rolls under her tshirt,
They seem to get some satisfaction,
That the skinny girl is fat.
By nearly 17 she cannot stomach more than one meal,
Anymore and she feels sick,
To the pit of her stomach.
Aged 17 she wonders,
If they'd've brought her up the skinny girl,
If they knew how fat she'd get when she grew up.
Aged 17 she wonders how she got so
*******
Fat.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 5:59 PM UTC
'No place for fingers',
Whispered the dark chocolate
Hair crowning his head.
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 2:10 AM UTC
Someone has made my bed differently today,
For the covers are brown and rough,
I can't be certain who it was
that tucked it in so tightly at the sides,
(I always hated that...)
So constricting;
I cannot move.
Such discomfort.
It's almost as if I am trapped in some form of elaborate prison.
I really cannot bear this cover;
For it hardly keeps me warm at all.
So cold, so scratchy,
I feel frozen so that I cannot stir,
My skin, like ice.
And yet...
I rest so peacefully.
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 9:10 AM UTC