"embarass" poems
Awkward.
The moment when we get into silence
There's no mouth to utter
In the situation when we feel uncomfortable
There's nothing else to say
Besides nothing
Awkward.
The moment when we feel embarass for ourselves
As if the entire world will throw us with a great despair
There's nothing else to say
Besides nothing
Awkward.
The feeling of being awkward in one situation
Nor two situations its either the past side or the present behind
There's nothing else to say
Besides nothing
Awkward.
I have nothong else to say
Besides nothing
But a great poet is here i am
Sometimes it feels nothing but to write those empty pieces left by unspoken words
There's a siren through this bloted soul
Awkward.
I have nothing else to say
Besides nothing.
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 9:33 AM UTC
You sicken me.
Put me in bad form in a heartbeat—
I don't
understand
how I didn't realise all these
feelings would come back.
It took so ******* long
just to get over you.
Why did I think you'd be nice to me?
The worst thing being
I can't tell a soul. Can't breathe a word
about the hold you have on me.
You just
belittle me. Make me feel tiny.
Not just because I'm 19
and you're 23, but you make me feel
young and silly.
You embarass me.
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 1:40 PM UTC
You'll be pestered with letters.
Partly because I like to look at your name in my messy handwriting but mostly because if I don't - I'd go crazy without saying half the things I'd try to say in person.
Sometimes I'll stare at you and wonder how on earth I ever managed to acquire such a beautiful creature.
And I'll wonder how long you'll take to realise you could do so much better.
I'll write you poetry,so many pieces.
Describing your eyes and your hands.
I'll write sonnets to the freckle on the right side of your neck.
I'll make you listen to songs that remind me of you & believe me there are many.
I'll write the lyrics on my hands hoping you'll be intrigued to search for answers.
I like code names, ridiculous ones.
So you'll get a few of those too.
I watch tons of movies, I'll do it while I lay my head on your chest.
I laugh at the most inappropriate times.
If public displays of affection embarass you - I'll embarass you everywhere we go.
You should know I'm over-emotional & extremely jealous. I get paranoid and I worry a lot too.
You'll be mine & I'll be yours.
You'll mean the world to me because I don't have anyone else.
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 8:45 AM UTC
I imagine you're disappointed in me. I can't say I blame you. It is not my fault that I didn't become the laborer you dreamt I'd be, split palms stung by sweat. It is my fault, however, that I became nothing at all.
Our family was defined by a cardboard box. Your job was to move them, hundreds an hour. My brothers and I were raised by a box that puked The King Of Queens and censored 90's dramas. My mother buried Polaroids of frozen dance moves and eternal smiles, under fake jewelry in a cheap cherry box.
And when I carried the box that ate my grandfather, I showed no stuggle, tucked in my shirt, not wanting to embarass you.
And when I forgot the Sea Bass belt, I promised not to **** myself with, in a box at the ward.
And when I carried the box that sealed my grandmother.
And when I burnt the box of letters she wrote from far and away; trying to erase who I was.
I think I have let you down, father. I can only offer myself the way I'd offer a box: disappointing on the outside with a chance of beauty in the inside, if you're willing to open up.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 2:52 PM UTC
So it seems now he has chosen
And I am not the winner
The lucky girl that he will ask,
"Want to go out for dinner?"
This should have been expected.
I should have seen it coming.
It's obvious that this dear boy
did not want me in the ending.
This is not a first.
It might not be the last.
When boys like him
see girls like me
they run out very fast.
What is it I'm lacking?
What don't I have to offer?
I've given up my heart to him
And now it's been strucked with
thunder
In the end, it is my fault
I had to know the truth
And though it hurts
with a burning fury
it's taught me in my youth.
At least I did not go on
thinking I still had a chance
And to embarass myself
Just so he would laugh
Although I know
He holds no intrest of me
That does not mean I can't
admire from afar
and enjoy what I see.
Because in all truth,
he is like no other
boy I've ever known.
And I want for him
happiness
to spring within him
and grow.
I will attempt at friendliness,
for I do not wish to lose him.
That, I think would be worse,
than to never see him.
And if his heart gets broken
by some wreckless, evil girl,
I'll be here to help him
and bring brightness
to his world.
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 4:06 PM UTC
Except for family members.
Where most of us just be ourselves?
We actors of the world?
We, who pretends to like our enemies?
Does so to keep them close?
We, who demises liars?
Stay a step ahead to cover us.
We venture through our daily journey
not bent on hurting anyone.
We do have a defense system that on a given moment.
Will come to the defense of us.
Like a comedian seeking laughters.
When the joke doesn't deserve one.
We slightly laugh.
Or question's the ones that does.
We actors of the world.
Not seeking to win any type awards.
We see politicians tear one another down.
Then the losing candidate smile like their was no harm done.
After they have dug up dirt to embarass many innocent ones.
Yes, we of humanity.
Are the true actors of the world
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 8:43 AM UTC
I am what i choose to be.It might not always be what you want me to be.It's not that i don't love you or respect you...the thing is i also love and respect my dreams and my areas of interest.So if i choose to do something different from what you want me to do...it doesn't mean that i hate you...it simply means that i'm following my heart.I assure you that none of my actions are an attempt to hurt you or embarass you in any manner whatsoever.I am your son/daughter...and just like you've loved me..please also respect the choices i make in life...just let me do the things which make me happy.I will make you proud one day..i promise.
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 9:06 AM UTC
Blue colors are attracted to me.
My Destiny.
To Explore The Mother Sea.
But what can that mean specifically?
I heard they tried to embarass me in front of reality.
Thus I'm interdimensional. But I digress..
To proceed.
is to progress.
ah but there's a reason one can walk on water without getting wet.
No regrets I know the ledge
these words will remain under the sea bed.
The color blue.
My love for you.
Mý Mood .
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 10:19 PM UTC
Flashbacks -
Yes, sometimes they are happy
And sometimes they are sad.
They make you proud
But also embarass you.
A thing done innocently in the past
Seems silly in the present.
Words spoken harshly
Sometimes hurt us more.
But what happens
When you love?
He was there for me.
I was there for him.
It was all perfect
Until one of us left.
It was him.
No, he did not
Fall out of love.
But he had no choice.
Maybe his time to leave
Had come in quite early.
On his farewell, I silently cried.
I saw him go away,
His body, his soul,
His smile and every memory.
I could cling onto them
But I chose to let go.
After all no one can defy
Fate.
But see, now I am all
Happy and full.
I see him looking
Fondly at me,
The way which
Always makes my
Heart run fast.
He's here leaning
Over the table
Where I am writing
This piece of mine.
As I complete writing
I look up to see
Innocent love in his eyes.
He leans in towards me
And whispers,
"Darling it's a flashback."
Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 10:05 AM UTC
Owned,
That's what this mark alludes to,
This vampiric nibble on my neck,
That I am owned by you,
Marking me as your property,
A dog leash,
I am yours.
I don't resent this proof,
Instead I take pleasure from it,
Knowing that you dominate me,
Embarass me,
I am yours to control.
Such power over me,
Reduce me to ashes,
Heated thighs,
Pulsing inbetween,
Dominate my thoughts,
Look a what a mess you've made of me.
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 10:57 AM UTC
Man doesn’t want to embarass anyone
or make anyone feel guilty
about the status quo
of being a man
so he cries alone by the river
as often as it rains
he listens to his breath
through the flute
his daughters
who are his heart
secretly overrule his manhood
when man is done
brutally expelling
threats to families
securing land for whiteness
slaughtering natives
pillaging foreign hearts
he puts the violence safely aside
the violence that shapes
moments of peace
the warrior walks naked through his home
vulnerable
weaponless
expelling threats
returning to tranquility and love
innocence is lost
then regained
making them stronger
and stronger
man
the real man
is a secret
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 10:55 PM UTC
They will never
Say to you what they say to me,
Treat you the way they treat me,
Look at you
The way they look at me,
Feel like that
The way they feel around me.
Nervous, and scared is how they feel.
Treat me differently,
To you, their real.
Always giving your skills a try.
I'm happy for you
But that could be a lie.
You will never
***** it up like I do.
Embarass yourself,
See why they trust you.
Lose your temper,
It's never out of the blue.
I was given the gene
To give my anger a call.
Got so bad
I now lose it all.
Make you cry
At my vulgarity.
Never wanted to teach you that
Profanity.
They are never
Hesitant with you like with me.
Talking to you like a minor
Like with me.
Watching you impress
As I get frustrated
And cause everyone stress.
We two siblings
Nothing alike, not the same.
I play the role,
You play the game.
Sorry for my
Going insane.
Comparing us to the bible story,
You're Abel and I'm Kane.
My anger is no fuzzy sweater.
This is why you are better.
Forever they will see your presence
And feel relaxed.
They will see my presence,
And you will see my tracks.
Will be the point where I am
Out of your life and I am
Gone.
It will be forever
Won't be long.
Let's just try to get along.
Prove
That in your life
I belong.
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 4:47 PM UTC