"needier" poems
met my maker
*not for the first time,
two acquaintances periodical,
two boon craftsmen, artisansals,
bs-gab-talking about who is surely
the better poet, glinting, side-splitting,
raucous laughter in our dueling self-mockery*
*neither takes the other too serious,
but of each other, we take endless,
never satisfied, insufficient, each needier
for the rapper inside and repartee, adoring
our jiving unique camaraderie, all-the-while,
knowing our balance unequal, but not caring*
*for as equals we meet, to revel and reflect,
revealing things of each other that only we
know, meant not for sharing ever, for these
webbed strands binding, at same time, release,
permitting a tough honesty tally, truth not a concept,
unnecessary, for how could we ever hide our love mutuel*
*we sitting bestride and beside, in ye old, weather-beat-down
chairs Adirondack, having come hewn from trees centuries old,
now overlooking the Bay, we eyeing a solitary fisherman whom,
we both knowingly aware, metaphor for that day that will come
to collect me away to a new locale, where we will yet still needle
each other, with mercy unforgiving, not for our misdeeds, for never*
is forgivenessasked for or given, not taboo, but
holy unnecessary for such is the way the between the
designer and the artifact, the poet and the poem, the craft
and the object, gardener and her fruits, a cellular understanding
that comprehends the interlocking necessity of our natures, that our
shared endings, are a duelity, both finale and gateway to our next poem!
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/462537/how-i-observed-the-day-of-atonement/
Jun 30, 2023
Jun 30, 2023 at 7:46 AM UTC
Taint, a tender trap?
Blue of the sky, remembered by a cloud:
Faintly, the poetry of life, and its hap
Has the voice to step forward, and remind the season of the proud:
A hatful of poor decision's, has its merit...
But the cool eye of embarrassment
Has come and gone, with meet to understand, limited...
To ours, the count of couth, is one more irony's lament?
Hate me when you see the dragon...
Ought fix and fit enough futures
The life of a needier first, is always a sorrow last, a harrowed tongue?
Has said the obvious, a role in the heinous is a fools curiosity...
Throwing tenderness at you, like one of thumbs even is...
Reasons may give you onus, a variety to concede a gift
Coming for beauty, and its rosy inclination, a truer wisdom
That has survived the heed, the beating wings of condition to lift:
Hate me one more time, a reality of pain has become a champion:
To the fate, the hardened courage of youth, with a challenged whisper?
May a knowing hurt, be the fascinated letter of providence
Seeing the obvious, a bird of purer colors, will finish the kiss?
Guns with an imagination...?
Salt in a brutish court, of angers more, to swear in romantic language
Still the burden of squalor, with a slighter lip of intimation?
Your fruit is sweeter by the secrecy, as if, a cold shoulder ever is a place for rage...
Feb 1, 2023
Feb 1, 2023 at 6:03 PM UTC
He said I would never forget
the taste of his name
on my lips,
the soft sound of his breath
against my irregular heart
beat
he told me, the first thing
about love was to find the
right cadence of their name
in your mouth,
it was more important than
the brush of fingertips on
naked skin,
hungrier than
the touch of lips on lips,
needier than a thousand goodnights.
My tongue fitted the shape of it,
somehow, and I know a name
by any other rose would taste
bitter, like unsweetened lemonade
and our goodbyes would be the same, passionless, less urgent,
asserting that I would never
forget the taste of my first
love's name on my lips
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 11:43 AM UTC
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O my most unforgettable poem,
You are the strongest aphrodisiac
Thrilling me softly
Like wild butterflies
Believing in the goodness
Your lascivious words
Imbue high and low intoxication
Champagne kiss captured in mind maze
Enjoying the organized upheaval
I stumble and fall in love
With your silken intimacy
You are just like
My photograph in the frame
Brave half angel
Singing a song without a music
Words I need to express you
Come to me as a flash so easily
As they are needier to fit in you, my poem
Your silken intimacy made me weightless
To fall upon you and
I become your ultimate partner
Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 2:51 PM UTC
the boy is at my house again
and he is excited to be away from
a house full of needy children
and needier father
the boy has been hurt in a different
way every single time he has come over here
I am beggining to worry about him
is it all an accident?
he still hasn't mentioned blue eyes and brown hair
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 12:03 PM UTC
it's awkward and tense. it often is when
every word is read and not heard.
but this is different somehow. it's
forced.
maybe you're busy or i
am needier than i would ever admit.
maybe i have done wrong
again.
i'm getting anxious.
primal instincts kick in. fight or
flight.
i'm getting weaker.
i'm pushing you away with hands that shake
flight.
every time it goes off it isn't you. so
i just stop checking.
flight.
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 12:08 PM UTC
The needier
you are
the
more attractive
the other
becomes.
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 8:25 PM UTC