"noncommittal" poems
Collectively dismal
Dreadfully sinful
Covered in tinsel
Was a sunken dimple
A quick nibble
Elongated ******
Playfully twiddle
Covered in spittle
Quick to belittle
Before her acquittal
It seemed so brittle
Quite noncommittal
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 4:01 PM UTC
Every so often he
swings through town and makes
his way into my bed,
broad trunk filling the void this empty mattress
reaffirms on the nights I sleep alone,
which is most.
I appreciate the infrequency with which
he comes to visit,
my door kept ajar,
my heart kept comfortably closed,
as he strolls in in his designer
sneakers or boots,
the noncommittal conversation flowing freely
between us.
Once I recall he rolled over,
his hand sliding up my forearm,
wrapping himself around my
frame as I pulled out my phone
to show him a photo,
and he noticed his number wasn't saved,
guffawing at my nonexistent concern for his
permanence,
or lack thereof.
I like the way he laughs
and the rare moments when we exchange
something deeply
personal about ourselves,
complicated words and phrases transplanting
simplistic nonverbal communication.
He is handsome
without being too ****
he is smart
without being argumentative;
he is wealthy
without being ostentatious;
he is shy
without being withdrawn;
he is a lot of things,
my finely filed fingernails not even
beginning to scratch the
surface of his otherwise
intriguing layers,
having tied my own
hands
behind my back.
I need the way he doesn't
need me,
and him I.
Sometimes I need his body heat,
the gentle weight of a
man's arm hanging on
my curvy hip.
There are moments when I need
one of our witty but empty
texting conversations,
simple enough to read after
too much Bordeaux.
I need the something that
exists in the nothing
that he brings
me.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 10:00 PM UTC
dear immoral,
salt
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ughter
enticingly, affably, salt
compassionate psychic stimulates
the pigheaded exclamation
compassionate osculation stands
glove
gives callously
equally, nonetheless, equally
quarrelsome loving glove
a persnickety longshoreman
each persnickety biochemistry
is the
longshoreman cancerous?
A ambiguous certification
a stupid symphony
leads a wizardry
a road worker.
No content,
j
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t web,
you
r bright face
is suffered with an imagery.
Bridge operator:
agile
computation
today, randomly ordinarily
ah! A
trembling
je
we
ler
confidant loves increasingly
languidly, sociably, spontaneously
Look! A poor ***********
perpetual on my
quick
bible;
my psychotherapy roves
into a
bleeding seashore.
Oxygen
tickles beautifully
boisterous, antisocial, odorous
Look! A quivering predisposition
the
psychoanalysis's
preferably quick
psych
otherapy-
how
ebbing it is!
It has the the depression snowed ordinarily.
It repels the grin into the seashore
a
punishing scream.
Cataclysm predicts perfectly
stupidly sensually noncommittal
unchanging rambling cataclysm
in t
he
unharnessing camaraderie
a perfect board
overshadows
his youth
so
that it is contemporary
grin
quick psychotherapies
I repel quick
this punishing kennel.
The chore
into appreciated camaraderies
psychotherapies rove in it.
A ink stick:
into appreciated ca
mar
aderies
psychotherapies rove in
my own gossip.
Dogmatic, unrealistic cliff
grip
of firefly
realistically, subtly, cliff
Situationist
on my quick bible;
my paralysis roves
onto a crazy seashore.
Situationist on a
journey;
my
paralysis ambles
onto a
crazy hotel.
A equality
onto procreation kings
paralys
is
amble outside of the kings.
Buzzard: omnipotent nullification
extraordinarily, perfectly, saintly
that buzzard is ambitious
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 12:12 PM UTC
where I was rash and coarse
he was confidently unconfident
so sure of what he didn't know
he was all soft spoken words, wit dripping off of every word
I wanted his soul
I wanted to memorize the way his eyes twinkled with delight when he talked about something he loved
I wanted to be the thing he loved
he wanted to save the world
I wanted to be his
but I wanted to be the noncommittal sag and run and he was oblivious and beautiful
the world seemed to work against us while simultaneously not caring enough to keep us apart
edging us on long enough for me to fall face flat on the pavement of realization and while mending my bruised ego I sourly admit
****
I fell in love with an aquarius
Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 4:07 PM UTC
the professor
name's John, I think
every day a goatee
a ponytail
and an honest smile
brings me flowers
sometimes.
pays in nickels
sometimes.
"have an easy day"
he says to me
man in the same brown
suit, mismatching
every day
coffee, hunched over
with something under
his arm
sometimes.
never seen him speak
just a scowl
and a solemn shuffle
the owner
of the bar next door
I think.
out for a cigarette
every 30 minutes or so
or move his car
he gets our mail
sometimes.
glasses on his forehead
never on his face
always a fleeting
noncommittal smile
pacing past the door
sly eyes.
there's the guy
stuck in the 70s.
every day
bell bottoms
a black bowl cut
it's a wig
I think.
a leather jacket
sometimes.
walks like he owns
the sidewalk
he doesn't.
the old man
the half-blind one
orders the same thing
always.
with his walker
his hands searching
haven't seen him
in a while
the big guy from
the burger place
across the street
no, not the famous one
the other place.
took his suggestion
got a burger
wasn't very good
but he's always so
cheery, gotta be nice
the one guy
blue shorts guy
stops by during his
run, to check
the selection. back
an hour later in
pants and
a jacket now.
never buys a thing
wearing those blue shorts
the woman with
oddly spaced teeth
and hair
the short witchy kind
lots of shawls
and oversized tote bags
and cargo-capri's.
complained of
an allergic reaction
once
to god knows what.
keeps coming back though
a mother and son
mother, tired.
ten year old
private school boy
asks for too much
and too many questions
"did you make this?"
"are you really 20?"
"do you go to school?"
he asks so many questions
"yes, yes, no."
"why not?"
"well…"
mom saves me
distracts him away
the poor skinny one
the homeless man.
ill-fitting clothes
always.
women's
sometimes.
begging, cigarettes and money
has a tic, says
"hello! hi! hello!"
every few seconds
he's very persistent.
and very polite.
gracefully insane, I'd say
Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 4:20 AM UTC
things she doesn’t ask...
are they things,
she doesn’t know to ask,
or
are they things
to which,
she does not want to know
the answers.
my not knowing the answer to this puzzle,
drives me to distraction, her Mona Lisa smile,
accompanied by her noncommittal “whatever,”
hiding the answer, nearly leads me over a blurting edge,
but for my inevitable retreat, for the true question,
has a truer answer, that comes as well,
in question form.
Why do I,
or do I,
want to know?
Dec 11, 2020
Dec 11, 2020 at 10:17 AM UTC
Beauty veiled from the earth,
Only a emotionless figure is shown,
peering down at the inhabitants of this world.
It is neither destructive nor harmonious,
But is noncommittal.
Wearing it enables you
To be enigmatic,
If preferred, a new being
Creating endless personalities.
Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 1:22 AM UTC
The Quickening
by Michael R. Burch
for Beth
I never meant to love you
when I held you in my arms
promising you sagely
wise, noncommittal charms.
And I never meant to need you
when I touched your tender lips
with kisses that intrigued my own –
such kisses I had never known,
nor a heartbeat in my fingertips!
Keywords/Tags: love, quickening, lips, tender, kisses, intrigued, intriguing, heart, heartbeat, pulse, desire
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 5:46 AM UTC
Nothing special left to say
but got a hundred thousand words
A hundred thousand fireflies
caged up behind the teeth
Quite a mouthful--Quit your shiver-
-ing and open up to speak
If they should listen, this time
Brand new words will greet their faces,
reinforcing fond embraces with fresh breath
and--any luck--a brace of good advice
1) Come around more often.
We care and you forget
Fast as years careen these days
the months and weeks can get
declensive,
dent you,
Deepen lines on once-young faces--
So come around
Remember.
2) Stay in lofty spirits
And surrender late debts
List off last year's enemies
Rip out that page and let
your clothes dry
dive in
Feet first if you want to; why not?
But do the diving.
Don't forget.
If not then mouth will open
a hundred thousand sparking points
Released into the night to no one's
sight or understanding
Noncommittal? Cop to mirrors
Reflection fades out grey to white
Thickly fogging breaths will empty
out a chest and tile the night air
Wield an ashy look and when lakes
freeze over, find a way across
to shining shores
the water's span, a world away.
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 7:50 PM UTC
There's a small vice on my heart
that you turned incrementally since the day we kissed
Always there was space to manoeuvre
wriggle
a gap to shift around in and say, 'That's better'
to comfortably fool myself that I was not caught.
But now, my dear....
Now the grip leaves me gasping
and that metal feels cold
and I cannot ignore it.
The trouble is
I kissed your elegant, beautiful face
and I guided your hand to that vice in my chest
and enveloped your fingers with mine
We turned those keys together.
I was so enamoured
and I wanted your love.
I told myself I could get out at any time.
Too late, my love
It was always too late
For we're kindred souls across lifestyles
and lifetimes
and my body knows yours like the taste of my tears.
I resign myself, then, to bleeding.
I resign thee to Fate and what she may decide
knowing only that never shall I be your jailor.
I refuse to allow
that wild tempest soul to be anything but free.
I am happy to be caught.
Though I writhe with this pain
and slumber eludes me in my misery.
For one thing I have realised
is the depth of my cowardice.
Although yours came out as tenored and trembling
you still had the bravery to speak the words emblazoned on your heart
the ones that threatened to fall from your lips
as my head lay perfectly in situ against your collarbone
and my heartbeat and breathing lined up with yours
in our quiet symbiosis at 3 a.m.
I danced around the words
flitted lightly, noncommittal
and said 'I think I'm falling in love with you',
which was a lie.
You are far braver than I
and to this day I've run
but you deserve far greater than that which I have meted out to you.
You deserve honesty.
You deserve the breadth and depth of what my heart aches to tell you
though I am frightened beyond words that the vice can go no tighter.
I love you.
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 9:30 AM UTC
A soft breeze through the thistle field
the beckoning hand of fall
the cows chew their cud:
regurgitate down, up
and down again
tails twitching half-heartedly at circling flies.
I tell the cows I miss you
but they remain casually noncommittal.
They have seen this breeze before
and a cow is wise enough to know
that some things happen
again and again
and some things
will never be the same.
Mar 9, 2011
Mar 9, 2011 at 12:44 PM UTC
Now you know that I’m just a borderline
I’ll kick you out when my bloodstreams flow
Even if a firm hand on mine could stem it,
I let you in only to tickle the sinew and marrow
But I love you, true, you’re my only glass case
Needing you to borrow all my pain,
I pinned your wings and made you taste
The bile of my noncommittal pendulum again, again.
Between the tumult of self hatred and desire’s embrace
That dark dysphoria you found in seeing me
Enflamed loss when I left the mire of us
Without a battle calm instilled at the seams
Allowing our hearts in the rolls of our sleeves
We are dangerous.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC
her entirety rests in his eyes.
she is enamoured with the way he speaks.
his smile.
his skin.
how scary it is to look in his eyes.
she thought,
"beautiful flames, aspirations, love."
he saw broken.
enticed by a noncommittal love,
their souls often attack one another.
reminders of a distance.
arms length in physicality,
thousands of miles separate their minds.
so many intricate thoughts,
what they speak is merely simplistic.
apart from drowning in eachother's darkness, they remain whole.
They are celestial, and far too eclipsed from reality.
Because eternity rests where their most dangerous actions prosper.
Eachother.
Something that will make them feel alive,
but ****** everything they felt was love.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 10:05 PM UTC
I wish the words would come
That I could “ring them out like the rain”
Even this one though
Doesn’t end for me
Degraded to online prompts
With the delusional last-hope
That these words
Will bring mine some solace
Three prompts shallow
The charmed one stares bashfully back at me
“Write about something or someone you lost”
I used to write about sunshine
Tattooed into your wrist
My eyes incapable of reading past;
The other prompts fall backward
Blank and dull--nothing changed
The page blurred
I know that those are the only words I feel
Even these words though
And the feelings they evoke
Are empty
Nothing holds anything
No laughter in your throat
I see your pictures
I want to dig it out
From the cave of your mouth
Frantic; I need to find your smile
The words spoken only to me
I miss you
My spirit hinges between yesterday and tomorrow
The present isolated—anything but lived
With that thought
You feel even more wasted
‘Wasted’
Prompts the image:
Me slapping myself
Popping the unspoken word from out of my mouth
Wasted
Black letters laying on the floor
in a white wall room
Staring back at me
Erase this stanza
Grow back my charisma
Where did I lose my empathy
Replaced with sick sympathy
How could I say this about you
Worse even,
Is my silence
After hearing from cold lips “what a shame”
The lose breath hangs
The words replaced with brief and noncommittal reflection
Followed by the shake of a faceless head
Before turning back to its newspaper
The word Shame
Stabs slowly
Only because you did make all of your choices
You did leave us
Still, I keep my eyes from casting to the ground
I am not left someplace dingy
There is no soot covering where my cheeks should be rosey
You are not shame
The words do not come
They sit muddied and sopping
A rag dismissed to the few-days-grayed sidewalk
Rain falls and attempts to take in space where there is none
Even a sponge becomes too full
I miss you
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 7:27 PM UTC
He texts me.
It’s impersonal.
What was I expecting it to be?
There’s no real connection except that of a single flame in the altogether too dark caves- or cavres- of our hearts.
I almost backspace it all.
He texts me.
He tells me I’m cute.
Cute is a compliment that’s too easy.
There is nothing in cuteness except that of a noncommittal compliment but it’s meant to make my cheeks blush.
It doesn’t. Nothing does.
He texts me.
It’s nothing at all.
We aren’t saying a thing.
There’s nothing worth saying when you’re talking in circles with a man who can’t understand that you’re more than a surface you show to the world.
So I say nothing. He says nothing.
He texts me.
We say goodnight.
What was I expecting to feel?
There is nothing in these feelings except that which reminds me of you and I hate that that’s all it is.
So I sit down and think.
And I write you a message.
Every line I want to tell you, everything everything everything that makes me sad that you’re gone.
Everything everything everything that makes me well up in tears- in emotions I thought I was finished feeling.
So I sit down and I write and I write all of everything down.
And I backspace it all.
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 8:06 PM UTC
~
*We don't need
Other worlds
We need mirrors
We need thin waists
And a hysteresis curve
To the hips
Let us drink in the sea
And laugh as our number
Comes up
Let us commit
To be noncommittal
And talk nary a word
On age and death
Over afternoon tea
In the bright withered garden
Where the goodness of man
Longed to be more
Than its darkling reflection*
~
Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 11:27 AM UTC
I wish I knew a way to make it better,
but since I don't I'm writing you this letter.
I'm sorry I'm selfish and noncommittal.
My loving side is just oh so little.
I don't know what to do with the feelings I have.
I'm confused and upset and don't want to make you sad.
I wish I knew why I was having so much trouble.
Maybe I'm just scared I'll end up like a puddle.
I'll loose you and hurt and melt right away,
all because I just couldn't say
I love you, and mean it.
I'm sorry. I mm you. Forgive me. Good Night.
Aug 12, 2012
Aug 12, 2012 at 9:56 PM UTC
The noncommittal,
No room for acquittal.
Just to make it official:
***** Hammer and Sickle.
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 11:55 AM UTC
Writing for social change
is strange,
as it seems words can do so little,
write the right message of peace, or accountability
from a place of humility.
You have to actively see and believe,
educate yourself and receive,
knowledge like a digested victual,
you have so much freedom, a gift and not a wish,
share yours on an others' dish!
Find a topic near your heart and soul,
staying silent takes a toll,
the masses can read and won't stay noncommittal,
write an editor or an MLA, MP, the UN and wait and see,
or put it on Hello Poetry.
We may read, we may like, we may make a note,
you may not know the fruit of your planted seed,
until someone, somewhere succeeds
or is freed.
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 12:23 AM UTC
Championing the highest principles
To which humanity can aspire,
You are the great idealist;
When there's a cause, you're on fire.
You're the "organization" person
Who fights for equal rights and fairness
For all people. You're the one
Who raises other people's awareness.
Your loyalty and fairness both
Bring in a lot of dividends,
For you tend to attract many
Loyal acquaintances and friends.
Being asked to do a task
Is seldom a real problem for you.
But heaven forbid should anyone
Try to tell you what to do.
You despise authoritarian
Demands; you hate pressure as well.
When you're pushed to act against
Your better judgment, you rebel.
But when you decide that a cause
Is worthwhile, then you give your all.
When criticized for your decisions,
Instead of budging, you stand tall.
You often find fascination
In things that might be odd or unique.
Your strong likes and dislikes can also
Bring to light your stubborn streak.
You're an independent thinker,
So current trends interest you little.
Because you are so independent,
Some people think you're noncommittal.
Your passion seems to be more directed
At causes, so without a doubt,
In your close relationships,
Your partners have trouble figuring you out.
Loving many people at once
Is so natural for you that
If your partner is insecure,
You often feel called on the mat.
And yet, when you are deeply in love,
Your passion can be inspirational.
People are attracted to you
Since you are so gravitational.
Your unpredictable nature might
Cause you to do the unexpected.
Be aware of the signs when
Your other half is feeling neglected.
A people-oriented person,
You don't care that much about wealth.
Watch out, for nervous disorders
Might adversely affect your health.
Restrictions on your self-expression
Can cause in you a violent reaction.
Working for the common good
Is what gives you satisfaction.
Since people are so important
You aren't always in the mood
To eat a lot; instead you find
That useful knowledge is the best food.
Always ready to change the world,
You are the humanitarian.
Be true to yourself, and you
Will prove that you're a true Aquarian.
- by Bob B (1-21-17)
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 8:49 PM UTC
i'm so sorry, love
i told you -
i'm bad at descriptions
what i meant to say is
you're one of my favorite people
and i love our conversations
and god i'm going to miss you when you're gone
but i didn't
i was noncommittal
i said "nice" and "interesting"
and made it sound like
i wouldn't miss you that much
well
that's wrong.
i already know you're going to leave -
you're a senior,
after all -
but i'd prefer it
if you didn't leave sooner
and if your leaving
wasn't permanent
you're worrying me now
so please listen
i'm so sorry
i'm bad at descriptions
and you mean more to me
than i could ever say
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 6:29 PM UTC
You take another from me
Without a second thought
Adding him to your collection
As if he were something you bought
Smiling and playing around
He's like a puppet on a string
Unbeknownst of the terrors
Of that sadistic hidden grin
Put him in the shelf
Amongst all the others
Pick a new toy
Pretend you are lovers
Keep taking and taking
As they struggle to trail along
Getting torn and broken
As they aren't that strong
Give them false hope
They rebuild themselves a little
Then crush them to the ground
As your quite noncommittal
Taking more friends
Turning them into toys
It hurts to watch
As they are only young boys
But no matter what I say
No matter what I do
You somehow find a way
To draw them to you
And they wouldn't ever believe me
They could never know
Because you're such a perfect girl
So let's continue the ****** up game show
***Ah... There goes another one
It's seems you have a new toy***
~
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 6:48 PM UTC
I know how you feel.
I know what you feel.
The front you put on is the biggest
Crime you could ever commit.
Your makeup, clothes, and hair
Hide your cracks.
Your laugh,
Your forever immaturity.
Your 'forever young
Wild and free.'
I see through it.
I see through every hook up
You have
A week long noncommittal
Relationship.
Every other week.
Every other ****
You say "you know
I'm not usually like this"
You say "it's only a
One time thing"
But how many people
Can be a one time thing
Until it just piles up into a
Blur
Of one night stands?
Until people realize
You don't have a dad
-Not a real one.
Until they see what holds
You together is string
Tied to the boys you ****
Until they see the hole
You have that nothing can fill.
Nothing can fill it.
Not friendship.
Not love.
You, my dear, are lost.
And more alone than you've
Ever been.
And I will not let you
Swallow me up into the
Hole you have.
I will no longer try to
Save you.
Only you can save you.
And it hurts you to be good.
And it feels good to be bad.
I know you, girl.
I know you, woman.
I know you.
And I know
How you are.
Good luck.
And good bye.
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 5:31 AM UTC