"fretfully" poems
There were grass-hoppers once, in these fields of green.
Leaf-hoppers too and a myriad other tiny wing'ed ones.
Now bees fidget fretfully along the hedgerows.
Lady-bugs, now only the twelve-spot greenhouse slaves.
Monsanto's beetles badgering them as they fiddle.
These ditches that once housed frogs and musk-rat, ferocious diving beetles,
The sky absent the wheeling martins, the boisterous larks.
Gone the pests, I rue the dearth,
bring me back my mud, my earth.
Never was I annoyed by them, always an ally that buggy thing,
Who yet knows how the June bugs sing?
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 8:34 PM UTC
The first one, all night-black and chalky, tumbles down the road as I have fretfully done since August and January and all the months in between
I travel alone
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 2:04 PM UTC
Colors of ocean, slate, lichen,
Swirl behind fairy tale dollhouses,
Their shutters closed tightly,
Occupants fretfully dreaming.
Winds like cold-
Hearted demons roar through the trees.
Strong through the torrents,
With nimble branches,
Scalloped-trunk,
An arc of leafed limbs
Shudders with pain that
Causes it to stand *****
A shadowy moonrise
Sliver by crescent sliver
Casts the street luminescent
And out of the storming clouds
Of Devil's Point
Falls streaked lightning.
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 4:55 PM UTC
Go ahead,say the words that I've longed for,
fretfully.
It won't have an effect,
on this cobble ****** wall that protects me.
You can say all you want,
but your actions will suffice.
Quite frankly, do it fast,
before my heart turns into ice.
A steady pitter-patter,
turns into a syncopated tune.
The clock ticking down,
only time heals my wounds.
So, go ahead,
I advise you to choose wisely.
Because I am the gate keeper,
to this cobble ****** wall.
You can say what you may,
I'm not ready to fall.
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 10:03 PM UTC
A sweeping feeling
Crosses your face
A pace
Of rapid motion
A notion
Of life
Who knows
The power of prose
As I'm captivated by a candy rose
Sweet scent filling the air
Despair
Cant help but run
Its fun
Taunting, and teasing
My mind
I find
I cant deny
And I ask why?
Why would someone hurt you
Why would someone make you cry
Jealousy
Mostly
Butterflies flutter fretfully
As I say goodnight
And I go home at a slower pace
Knowing nothing cant take the smile from my face
:)
May 16, 2012
May 16, 2012 at 4:52 PM UTC
Such a bitter grudge you longingly hold,
This poison surges in your darkened heart.
You carry a malice so fretfully cold,
Your soul is what you regrettably wrought.
You're brimming with an anger unneeded,
You muster quite an excessive amount.
This hatred you brew seems so deep-seated,
And all of this mindless drivel you tout
Spreads a bleak foulness throughout everyone,
Creating all of these hostilities.
You're a monger of folly who needs shunned;
You're surely not spreading some pleasantry!
You're merely a wretch, a putrid spirit--
Unwanted and useless, a stupid ***
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 12:45 AM UTC
"THE EARTH IS LIKE A CHILD THAT KNOWS POEMS BY HEART"
The night
had stuffed the dark
into every crevice
of the house
and his life
awoke to a big blue sky
holding a crocus
in the palm of its morning.
The world was springing
into being
all around him
as if existence had
changed its mind and
decided to stay.
A solitary oak
reached a gnarled hand
and snatched a cloud
( that happened to be passing by )
out of the air
just like that.
The cloud struggled
to break free.
The oak gave a hearty laugh
and let it go.
The cloud scurried away
fretfully looking over its shoulder.
"So, what kept ya?"
he asked spring.
Spring...just smiled.
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 2:15 PM UTC
Girl's got me crushing so hard
I'm like a black hole
Pressure bulding up
On all sides
The compressions so thorough
That even the light dies
And gets ****** inside
And i cant even hide!
Not that I'd want to
My heartbeat
Fretfully flutters
Like its fighting to fly free
From my chest
Breathlessly waiting
For just one glance
Notice me.....
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 6:41 PM UTC
Your inner peace was heavily disturbed,
Everyone saw how you started to stir,
But none among them truly understands
Everything for which you already planned
Was placed on a ****** indefinite hold,
And now, that chapter must remain untold
Until your time to shine will make itself known,
But this restlessness has fretfully grown...
Your impatience, often unrecognized,
Seems to steadily simmer and brew.
It's usually heard when you chastise
Something trivial anyone might do.
I sometimes feel this tension, unreal,
And I don't wish to keep stoking that flame,
But you must realize we share the same prize
In this perilous and unwavering game!
We've walked down these roads
More times than we know,
But still, we carry on.
The rush and the thrill
Will grant us our fill,
Our muse's strength is not yet gone!
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 3:45 AM UTC
There’s a time at night when the moon is full
And the breakers pound the beach,
The world is dark and asleep, the gull
Lies nesting at the breach,
It’s then that the stirrings from the depths
Reach out, like a dead man’s hand,
And shortly, out of the rivulets
There are footprints on the sand.
They come ashore and they stand awhile
And they point, this way and that,
Considering well which way to go
As the waves erase their tracks,
Then a breeze picks up and it parts the grass
In a line up from the shore,
And the shape of feet on a farmer’s stile
Are left, till they dry once more.
While up on the rise, a cottage sits
With a single faint night-light,
Its simple beam like a beacon streams
Through the tar-black pitch of night,
While deep inside in a cosy room
Sleeps a girl called Carolyn,
Who tosses fretfully in the gloom
As she dreams the words, ‘Come in!’
The footsteps up from the field below
Stand still at the old front door,
The lock is rusty, the hinges swing
For an inch, or maybe more,
The wind is moaning and soughing now
And the door is soon ajar,
As the footsteps enter that sacred place
Under the evening star.
And Carolyn lies and moans aloud
As his death invades her sleep,
Since ever the depths had formed his shroud
All she had done was weep,
The footprints stood, facing her bed
For an age it seemed, they kept
A silent vigil, there by her head
When she woke, the sheets were wet.
David Lewis Paget
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 6:04 PM UTC
It's a character flaw,
or perhaps a strength - correction;
it's a contradiction
with little satisfaction
because I am lacking
the will to be more.
Fretfully forgetting who
I'm giving for.
Losing myself in the equation
because your tongue
is poisoned with persuasion.
And I am without worth,
without cause,
I can no longer feel the earth
beneath my feet.
You've taken that in your reach.
Your grasp all too familiar:
I am sacrificial,
little will to live.
It's an immeasurable amount;
the amount of self I am willing to give.
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 2:38 PM UTC
The night
had stuffed the dark
into every crevice
of the house
and his life
awoke to a big blue sky
holding a crocus
in the palm of its morning.
The world was springing
into being
all around him
as if existence had
changed its mind and
decided to stay.
A solitary oak
reached a gnarled hand
and snatched a cloud
( that happened to be passing by )
out of the air
just like that.
The cloud struggled
to break free.
The oak gave a hearty laugh
and let it go.
The cloud scurried away
fretfully looking over its shoulder.
"So, what kept ya?"
he asked spring.
Spring...just smiled.
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 9:43 AM UTC
The night
had stuffed the dark
into every crevice
of the house
and his life
awoke to a big blue sky
holding a crocus
in the palm of its morning.
The world was springing
into being
all around him
as if existence had
changed its mind and
decided to stay.
A solitary oak
reached a gnarled hand
and snatched a cloud
( that happened to be passing by )
out of the air
just like that.
The cloud struggled
to break free.
The oak gave a hearty laugh
and let it go.
The cloud scurried away
fretfully looking over its shoulder.
"So, what kept ya?"
he asked spring.
Spring...just smiled.
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 6:52 PM UTC
AN UNFAIRY STORY
whilst fretfully she sleeps
Frog Prince kisses the Princess
turning her into a beautiful frog
yes, and well...they lived
happy ever after as water
in the bottom of a deep deep well
what kind of fairy story
were you after....ahhhh
the grim human kind
frog prince & frog princess
hop happily about a bit
eating delicious(ribbitribbit)flies
oh how our love has
spawned
tadpoles will be tadpoles I suppose
now it's time
for us to croak it
remembering our happy once upon a times
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 3:39 PM UTC