"clumbsy" poems
you are very strange
and not in a good manner
id like to see you change
and be a little thinner
you are not very clever
you're clumbsy with your words
*'you wont get into heaven
if you're head's stuck in the world'*
for these words do repulse you
and obviously , no
you are not hating truth
just dont know where to go
Jun 10, 2013
Jun 10, 2013 at 12:52 PM UTC
I would serenade you with guitar but my fingers are too clumbsy,
I would sing you a love song but I cannot hit a note,
I would paint you a masterpiece but my hand is not steady,
I would dance with you forever but I have no sense of rhythm,
There are many things in this world that I cannot be for you,
But I can hold you, kiss you, love you and always be true.
Apr 18, 2011
Apr 18, 2011 at 2:02 PM UTC
There is no graceful transition
of a cup of hot hot coffee
from one hand to another hand,
the cup only has one handle.
It is inherantly akward,
almost as if it’s intended,
a brief, forced, colaboration
to keep the coffee in the cup.
Contorting to not spill a drop,
Still, clumbsy, after these long years
and a thousand repetitions,
ten thousand hot cups of coffee.
We angle ourselves to the task,
a brief intimate fumbling,
until the cup is handed off,
and the best part of it is gone.
-Still Here
Oct 27, 2024
Oct 27, 2024 at 4:05 AM UTC