"giveaway" poems
Iced Coffee for Two
it’s more like milk with sugar than coffee, but the ice is a dead giveaway
yet when i drink them, so do you
or rather, i buy one for myself, and you put your distracting lips on my straw
thank you for asking, by the way
it’s not like i would say no- how could i??
how could i ever deny that face of yours anything you ask me for
my love for you is as black and white as my iced coffee and your backpack are
we are not total opposites
on the contrary, our similarities are why we are bestfriends
but you come along, with your smile and those compelling eyes of yours and
you drink my coffee
you smirk and make conversation and i laugh while
you drink my coffee
you talk to your girlfriend
you hold hands on your way to class
while i stand on the sidelines watching
you
drinking my coffee
then she kisses you
tasting my coffee
she drinks my coffee
don’t you understand??
you drink my coffee
i drink my coffee
this is the way it is supposed to be
this is what is right, the way it should go but instead
you drink my coffee
and when your cold, perfect lips meet with hers in what i’m sure is
an electrical kiss, a display of love
she too, drinks my coffee
she tastes the delicious, sweet flavor of my creation
she drinks my coffee
but it was not meant for her
to drink
no, it was meant for me
i bought it so i could drink it
savor it, enjoy it
then share with you and watch
you drink my coffee
don’t you understand??
this is the way it goes, the story of our
iced coffee for two
k.m.c
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 4:26 PM UTC
If you must know the truth
There are those just like you
Going through their struggles too
In this you are not alone
In this vast conspiracy
That is life to you and me
Daily knocking to the knees
In this you are not alone
If you find your needing help
With difficulty to work it out
With the cards that you've been dealt
In this you are not alone
Problems that daily confront you
Others have the same ones too
Under the sun there's nothing new
In this you are not alone
You find yourself at the foot of break
More wrongs than rights, mistakes you've made
Where there seems no save in this giveaway
In this you are not alone
You often feel like calling quits
As the world you're in no longer fits
Making no sense in all of it
In this you are not alone
Mark this moment down as truth
No matter what you're going through
You have me beside of you
In this you are not alone
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 8:52 AM UTC
She's such a free spirit,
but ******
the lava lamp
should have been a clue,
a dead giveaway
that she was everbody's girl.
I do love the light they burn,
but never ever did I think
that about her until now.
There was lipstick
smeared all over her face
& she couldn't even
look me in the eye.
And it's not the first time
something strange
like this has happened.
Two weeks ago,
she smelled
like men's cologne
& her ******* were missing.
She always wears *******
seems like I'm the one
who's always crying.
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 12:00 PM UTC
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Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 2:26 PM UTC
Half white, half other
Mother of a soon to be
Born from an intent at backlash
Mother of a born to be
Plastic spoon in a microwave
Destitute, minimal,
designer criminal
Bun in the oven
Baby be coming
Out of any mind to choose
Mother of a soon to be
Potential property to bruise
Heidegger enlisted to the off-side
Probably due to the wave before
Baby lost to the in and out
of control, vessel of the past and preordained
Prescribed a will denying the innate
All joke, all alone
Began to end in a hot flash
Mother of a soon to be
Giveaway
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 12:58 AM UTC
I stood by the window of my bedroom and watch him
walk down the street: his bald head shine
brighter than the sun today: I thought that his
presence would have affected me: instead I felt a sense of grief
Suddenly, my thoughts turn to a spiritual war fare
the pleasures of sin are only for a season
It passes with time: that was seven years ago
~~~
However, his body language was a dead giveaway
I moved away from the window and glance at his side of the bed
I sighed and walk to the kitchen.
I picked up the envelope he slid under the door
What a low blow to one’s heart
Knowingly, we once loved each other
I stood by the window of my bedroom and watch him
walk down the street:
we never play for keeps
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 3:45 PM UTC
i hope
that every evening
after coming home
when i look at myself in the mirror
to find a poem.
to find my curls alive,
to look at them and see the story that today told:
the times the wind kissed the strands
and the hands i love touched my head.
the times i laughed and tossed my head back,
unraveling the waves, welcoming the mess, welcoming the joy.
to find my eyes alive,
tired, maybe, but alive,
that they, too, share the story today told:
the times i closed my eyes in gratitude,
the smiles i smiled with them,
the stars and fire i keep in them,
the shine i cannot erase.
i hope
to look at myself in the mirror,
my face a giveaway
that today i was alive.
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 4:13 PM UTC
What was precious to me
I put on a tray
And offered it up
You ate for a day
I gave you my heart
You said you would stay
Then turned your back
And went your own way
Left me with nothing
To grasp or display
Yet keep what you stole
I won't beg or pay
I've learned to hold on tight
To watch what I say
Apr 26, 2022
Apr 26, 2022 at 8:56 AM UTC
Donate to the destitute
Sniff at the rich,
To seek the improbable
Quest is a *****
Porcine platitudes
Lost to mules
Who ignore good advice
To play us for fools.
Dead giveaway dreamers
Floating on air
Who stroll past pearls
To preen their hair.
Contentious ********
Grind their teeth,
Obsessing with conflict
Asleep on their feet.
Beautiful bodies
Deplored by the boys
Who prefer their own gender
To feminine ploys.
Bearded babies
Found dead in the sand,
Mothers distraught
Militarily grand.
Losing the truth
Is humanity's skill
In removing the just
In the rush for the ****
Marshalg
@theBach
Mangere Bridge
5 October 2009
Oct 28, 2009
Oct 28, 2009 at 1:06 AM UTC
There are apples and orange juice in the fridge.
Two apples from a giveaway cardboard crate,
An orange juice for a hard week’s full of rage.
I peeled and diced the apples into bits,
But my bowl stored more than it could fit,
So I ate half for dinner, the other half for breakfast.
Surprise, there are frozen dumplings in the fridge.
But the *** held more than the lid could close,
So I ate half tonight, the other half tomorrow.
Things keeps multiplying without me begging,
Maybe it’s because I keep giving without wanting,
And just when I thought all ran out, I remember
There is still the orange juice in the fridge.
Sep 17, 2025
Sep 17, 2025 at 11:21 AM UTC
Pained Change
Blades of grass
Dunes of sand
Hope seems crass
Lost western land
Venture was always
The great pleasure
Mountain, desert spillway
Heartfelt must giveaway
Thrills and stills
Break up time
You’re the chime
Every mood known
Body soul rings
Outward it sings
Treasures now blown
Flat turgid bands
Constricted lifeless stands
Prairie poverty endless
Vistas are beguiling
Nothing enlarges loss
Sea’s beauty emboss
Will ever haunt
Expectation endless searching
The soul taunt
It feeds silently
Body nourished plentifully
Mindless without resources
The spirit dutifully
A lost observer
Jan 10, 2012
Jan 10, 2012 at 1:40 AM UTC
i tried to write an open letter to your new girlfriend. i sat for hours, writing draft after draft, typing over backspace after backspace, all in vain. i realized at the end of it, i had no words for her. i had no wistful compliments, or tips dipped in nostalgia, or even warnings -- i realized none of those are mine to give. i remembered that there have been at least a dozen girls between me and her; you are no longer mine to giveaway. i am no longer the ex. i was never really the ex, but i am no longer the anything. i'm a girl you used to know. years ago. a girl you'll come across in the yearbook, decades from now, and blink -- was that really her name? you'll swear to yourself that it was more beautiful, back when you moaned it in my ear. you'll show me to your kids, or even your wife, laughing and saying there's my high school . . . you'll pause and stick-in the word 'girlfriend' because it's the closest thing that fits, but we both know better. i was never your girlfriend, i was just your ******* girl.
there is no fondness to this story. there is nothing for you to tell your kids, unless you're ready to ******* jade them; there's the girl who starved for me in year nine, there's the girl who didn't say she loved me until it was over, there's the girl who couldn't function with or without me.
there's your girl. one of your girls. a notch in your belt. now that i think about it, maybe you'll just flip past me in the yearbook. and maybe, if we ever see each other again, all you'll do is blink.
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 3:21 AM UTC
Time is a vicious enemy, it creates crevices of pain in both the face and the lonely heart.
There is no way that a lonely man with a world of motivation
can have a brand new start.
I am old , the wrinkles are a giveaway, the energy and weakness
tells the story
Full of blood and torment, of anger, and sadness all that's crude
and gory.
I need a soul on point, someone to believe, with a suit of fearless
steel
someone to convince me that all the things that scare me
just aren't real.
Can you be that leader the one that will stand over me be on guard
and protect me
or will you leave me when the war begins to leave a world of souls
alone to be
Just let me know if I should shine my armour and be prepared to
stand alone
or watch from the sidelines in frozen ****** fear
and sit and cry a single tear.
Dec 29, 2012
Dec 29, 2012 at 1:01 AM UTC
This cruel love...
Take it away from me
I wish i can throw it back to your pretty face
I have nothing to do with it
I'd like to get rid of it
To give it away
No money - for free
Somebody?
Why me?
Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 1:24 PM UTC
Are they strictly local?
I wonder what, of her inspirations,
she’s seeking through the Sun
Whatever it is,
It is something
I walk away again.
Hollywood again.
He leaps down unto the glossy sheen
arms out back straight chin raised
No.
But I’ve been trying.
Or, softly pirouetting Fred Astaire
Tuxedo’d tails like bird’s wings
hang low on the body
Cuz I’ve been trying.
In turn, she’s losing the Sun.
It rests like a clear bubble
Large, between.
Amorphous.
It is,
in as much as
It isn’t.
Is she done yet?
I saunter over.
No.
Where you from?
The phone rests precariously
On the metallic lawnchair,
filming.
I have to move my seat.
LOUD is always the giveaway
What I’ve just realised is that
I have never heard my neighbour laugh.
Criticisms anchor,
Bewildering.
I wonder does
she bounce awake,
up and into the early morning
tap dancing?
An off-key bleat pierces
before even the coffee beans
can be ground down
For a long time I look out the window
standing in the place of
any and all distractions.
Pinned to the wall.
Can you ever leave Hollywood?
But, here I am again!
Splat.
I mean, really?
Since I was 17!
No.
She’s practicing her lines to the
Atmosphere.
Thrashing, like so.
Suggesting, rather.
She,
Seated in the other, resorts to
Choreography.
There she is,
Transfixing.
Again,
another one.
Sep 29, 2021
Sep 29, 2021 at 12:31 PM UTC
At the end of the sidewalk
Is a ghoulish jig,
Unholy Ghost glaring at those
Who come—
Charlie Parker on the speakers.
He's clad in black with a scornful smile,
Eyes perpetually open
And searching for the youngest Child—
A giveaway:
The unchained dreamer.
Knee skidding the curb, a wince
And he pounces,
Long fingers sweeping
Her off her feet—
A farmer's daughter.
"Hush,"
Is all he says,
Pavement light.
"Hush,"
Is all He says,
Swathed in white.
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 9:11 AM UTC
This is the touch and go.
The breath before the giveaway.
The feeling of every
ghost dancing from the
pit of your stomach through
the vines of your throat
telling everyone that
you are letting them go.
They won’t want you to leave.
I can promise you this.
But you’ve been burning
without fuel for too long
The sun licked your
cheekbones this morning
and you wanted to know
what it meant to be only light
to be dying star
to be collapsing supernova in
the galaxy of terminal illness.
It is okay to say you
want to give up.
I call it wanting to go home.
I call it being tired of
having calloused hands
desperately fighting time.
Fighting the inevitable.
We are not a rainstorm of lost faith.
We are a baptism of acceptance.
Goodbye can rush out
of your open mouth
whenever you’re ready, darling.
I will cradle an “I love you”
to sail down the riverbed of
whichever afterlife you choose.
This
This is how I will always
find a way to be
next to you.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 12:32 AM UTC
I’m in the back seat of our car.
My parents are angry with me,
They’re upset.
I didn’t do as I was told.
I messed up,
Failed them in some way.
I don’t remember how
I guess it doesn’t matter.
I clamp my mouth shut
It feels good to do so.
A satisfying spread of pain,
It shoots through my teeth and gums.
But then
Suddenly,
My teeth giveaway.
They’re wobbling,
A crack and split of pain
Spreading through my mouth.
A tooth on the bottom row,
My tongue pushes it out,
And now I can see it on the floor.
I try and stop,
But my teeth
Mouth,
Gums
They’re all on a derailing train,
And I don’t know how to stop it.
I try and cry for help,
Let my parents know that something is wrong,
Pop
Rip
Crack
Two more fall to my feet,
A tiny pile of bones starting to gather.
My parents look back at me,
Disdain on their face.
What kind of daughter can’t control her own teeth?
Tears are spilling down my face,
Blood crawling down my chin,
I’m ruined.
Absolutely done.
Who would want a girl with no teeth?
Please let this be a dream.
Please let this be a dream.
Please let this be a dream.
I’m holding my mouth now,
Trying to keep my teeth in.
My tongue searches for full rows of teeth,
And instead finds holes.
This has to be a dream.
This has to be a dream.
If this is a dream,
Why can’t I wake up?
I am trapped in this car,
My teeth trickling out,
One by one,
Out of my mouth and on to the floor,
And finally,
The train runs straight off the cliff.
My jaw slams shut,
It was an accident,
I didn’t mean to,
Bits and pieces of broken teeth fill my mouth,
I can feel blood,
Rushing to fill the space left unfilled by teeth.
I try to cry out,
My parents,
They’ll be angry,
I’ll embarrass them if I don’t have teeth,
I have to fix this,
But my cry is a gargle.
Tooth and blood spill from my mouth when I try to speak,
Sputtering on to the back of the passenger seat in front of me.
This has to be a dream.
I’ve had this dream before,
This has to be a dream.
I can’t wake up,
I’m trapped in this car,
My own mouth betraying me.
Please let this be a dream.
Please let this be a dream.
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 12:58 PM UTC
If you cheated on your spouse
Do the right thing and tell the truth
Lies only make things worse
Running away only makes you look guilty
What proof do they have anyway ?
Are the photos a dead giveaway
Maybe it was the social media that caused a stir
Did your ex call you just to say hi?
Or are you still in love with your old flame
Your older now its a different game.
Wives seem more demanding than the old days
They have changed but I stay the same
Being hurt by adultery can ruin your life
Your old now... why not try a dating service
Match keeps telling me there are plenty of offers
A bunch of money I need to date Miss Hopper
Ever see a 60 year old on a dating site?
They seem out of place and expect a few winners
And its the man who pays for dinner and drinks
Its a new ballgame you must take time and think
You get lots of women who want a sugar daddy
They will say anything to get a free date.
But most of the time the others just shy away
Finding Waldo is the name of the game.
But this online dating is just plane strange
Its not really a great way to find a new lover
Most of the women you meet on chat
Have other issues like having no car
Do you really want to drive that far away?
For a coffee date that's miles away
I didn't even get in my car
What I wanted was just to far to drive
I had to call and cancel at the last hour
Everything is so out of place
And I hear the Aliens are coming from space
September 23rd has been mentioned a lot
Maybe they will abduct me instead
I don't really have any choice
It's just a pain to find a good lover
Women have it much easier if pretty
They can pick and choose without pressure
Because another man is always flirting
And I was the one who let her get stolen
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 8:16 PM UTC
You appeared
And made my fears turn into play
Nail mittens and a funny smell
You’re God’s giveaway
I didn’t know you could melt me so easily
I was stone until I held you squeamishly
You’re so shapeless
But I love you already
Your heart’s beating so fast
Faster than mine buddy
You’re just moving
I’m moving along with you
You’re just perfect
An awaited gift, that’s you
That’s you, that’s you, it’s all you, all you…
I want to sleep right next to you
I want to put my arms around you
I’m so tired, I want to close my eyes with you
Close yours first, I want you to know you’re safe 'coz I’m with you
You’ve only been here a short while
If I close my eyes before you shine a sleepy smile
I will miss it, and won’t know what’s next by your style…
I want to learn from you,
I want to sing to you,
Oh, I didn’t know you could melt me so easily
I was stone until I held you squeamishly
You’re so shapeless
But I love you already
Your heart’s beating so fast
Faster than mine buddy
You’re just moving
I’m moving along with you
You’re just perfect
An awaited gift, that’s you
That’s you, that’s you, it’s all you, all you…
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 9:54 AM UTC
They said it would hurt less,
They said life would kick-start again,
But who knew what lay deep within this fool's heart?
May she be happy, he wished.
May she love, live and laugh, he wished.
But who wished for him?
The memories within him were too deep to be scraped off.
He was just left with the memories buried deep within him.
They said he would recover.
They said he would forget those times,
But forgot about the hurt his heart was filled with.
They said he would learn to love again,
They said he would learn to trust again,
But they forgot, once bitten, twice shied.
He was there, just there, like a puppet, and all that remains within him are memories.
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
I wanted to thank everyone for being so amazing. I started posting here nearly two months ago now, soon after I started writing a poem a day with the goal of 100 days. I completed my challenge earlier this week, and I couldn't have done it without being on here.
Everyone's positive words have been really encouraging.
That's why I wanted to take a break from posting a poem and share this giveaway I'm hosting with you. I'm giving away 5 books - one large one of poetry and 4 of international short stories.
If it's your cup of tea, you can enter here:
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Thank you all again! Looking forward to posting poems again tomorrow. :-)
Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 8:04 AM UTC