Aroundthe poems on Hello Poetry

Joseph the Dreamer Mar 2012

I never was quiet when i tiptoed
past your pivotal emotions
and maybe
maybe it wasn't always "on accident" I "mis-stepped"
maybe
maybe I did use my silver tongue like a sword
to willfully slice you to ribbons
Maybe i posted poetry that sentenced you to
less than ignorant bliss
of your own actions and their effects
Fault me.
Fault me because I've still never lied to you.
Fault me because even when i tiptoed around the truth
I was kicking you in the face, in the chest, and in the senseless ego,
In all the comfort that you'd expected me to allow you when you ripped mine from my hungry hands
and i kicked you with my words, some might say while you were down
But my words were the truth.
And the truth hurts.

Zyborg Feb 2010

Winter is setting in

did you see the leaves fallthe clutter on the roadsall the shades of brown and yellowthe winter would be long this yearI don't dread the coldnor do I fear the depressing morningsbrooding afternoons are welcomeas are restless eveningsbut there is no spring in offingno promise of summer as far as i can seethe winter would be long this time aroundthe chill is setting in my bonesmy heart has gone all but coldsome times there is a flutter at the corebut thaw is no more in sightthe clots are beginning to formthe hurt oozes out of wounds stilleach passing day is endearingeach morbid thought welcomethe hush after the rushthe summer that lasted a bit too longthe winter promises to last a long time too

kfaye Feb 2018

Untitled

you pose your head like offering a nat-geo ****
aroundthe table
as something valuable
to be
venerated
the sliding screen lights up
offering a piece
of your brown skin

the leaflets are caught in folds that wont
find any other place to open.

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