"shys" poems
not roses nor tulips
not the smell of the wind rushing through your face
on the first day of spring
not the smell of newly cut grass
that fills your lungs with a new day
freshly squeezed orange juice
in the country side
not lemonade
even with the aid
of the scent a bright summer's day
not lazy sunday morning
when the rain would fall
and you'd scurry to the crook of your bed where you body fits
perfectly
not the earthy scent
of bonfires when the sun shys
from the twilight sky
not the afternoon walk you take
with all the time you have to yourself
you see a butterfly
it flutters
and you suddenly feel it in your stomach again
not even the scent of that four-letter-word in the air
can compare
and even above
all of that, i'm telling you
nothing smells better
than the person you love
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 12:17 PM UTC
You slam the door in anger, in frustration you mutter my name.
You pound your fist against the wall, I cringe and feel your pain.
My words dry in my mouth, a word against you I dare not speak.
My body shys away from you, I feel my knees getting weak.
You vent your fury in a whirling rage, leaving devastation in its wake.
Your words leaving gashes across my face, carrying on not realizing your mistakes.
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 2:31 AM UTC
*Attention
Affection*
These are the things She strives for
Perfection to get attention to gain affection
But what is perfection?
She starves so She can be skinny, even when She's told She has a **** body
She cuts to punish Herself for eating, yet sees Her scars as imperfections
She puts on make up so She can be pretty, even though She is told She is beautiful
She straightens Her hair to look perfect, even though She is told She looks pretty anyway.
When will She be perfect?
She dresses up,
dumbes it down,
changes Herself
but is let down.
When will She be perfect?
She tries to capture the attention of men and and gain their affection,
But shys away from affection, emotion and the human touch.
When will She be perfect?
Maybe She will be perfect when she changes Her definition of 'perfection'
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 3:24 AM UTC
If you aren't proud to be my girl in front of the world
I'll still be your ***** little secrert
but know my heart is not fit so when you hurl it
be not afraid it may break on whateva it hits
as surely already't shall be long broken to bits.
An affair wants to spill,
to share of its glory
as a Lioness shares her ****
Or an author his story
No act is so private it does not seek applause.
True love seeks the ALL & knowest time doth not pause
so as a consiquence
Passion never shys from standing up for this cause
uplifting the object you desire Human flaws and Awe
Ghouls shant go hating on her without those fools hating him
and right or wrong and vice versa each other they ever defend
'Else Love becomes a shadow of what it could have been
Not even if 'twere to never heard of such things
however unbeknowest t'will still be a sin
if in this dark world Love's Light isn't unfurled
if dead creeps into beauty & darkness roots its way back in.
best we be Happiest now intact with our Love there in
so for once instead it's the 'morrow that can't wait to see us again.
Nov 6, 2012
Nov 6, 2012 at 4:31 AM UTC
heat courses through
to
fills my face
as he shys away from my hand
an eyelash remains clinging to his cheek
i want to scream
shout
cry
how could i be so repulsive
to him?
what had i done
other than love him
to make him so uncomfortable
its not fair how
friendly he is
the smiles
the jokes
the lunches we spend together
hes not my best friend
so that stereotype has been
avoided
but now ill never get the chance
i see it behind his
light
eyes when he looks at me
he will always hold me
at a polite
friendly
distance
that hurts more than
being rejected,
this awkward limbo
i accidentally touch him so much, a normal friendly
brush
helping him open something
brushing his hand as i playfully take
his textbook
but he always gets the same look
desperate
awkward
uncomfortable
i'm not a *****
for loving you
goodness knows
an accidentally brush
wont affect you with
the disease that plagues me
i want to hate you for not touching me
but i can't
if love's a disease
then i'm
festering
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 10:43 PM UTC
The riot time has ended
The dog days are gone too-
The warmth. Gone.
Bliss turns to breeze
Saddles to boots.
Outside to inside.
It's time for harvest to arise--
She opens her eyes,
And kisses the sky with her orange tinted lips.
The sun shys away.
As do the leaves.
As do I.
Snug. Wishing. Waiting.
For bliss instead of breeze.
Waves of the ocean replacing waves of ice.
For Summer to open her eyes.
Remove her disguise,
And romance the skies.
Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 11:27 PM UTC
As you pack my bags, Mom
Wrap an ounce of Faith too,
The One You have in me.
For there are times,
When you are not around.
There's dusk, twilight and
Gloom
And that innocent bud fears to
Bloom.
Darkness keenly creeps in
And sunshine witfully shys away.
Goodness faints and
Wickedness prevails.
I begin to stumble and fumble.
I (unfortunately) begin to resemble
All but myself.
Then I shall secretly open my bags
And cling on to that ounce of faith.
I tell you Mom...
I tell you, for sure
I will emerge a stronger being
That day
I will be myself
That day...
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 12:27 PM UTC
Bright grass kisses the sun and broken marble shys
Teasing the past to summon old cries
Where summer dies and stars no longer seen
Appearing in mud and everything unclean
Simple waves tease rocky shores
To wash away, all the world ignores
Weathered seams and broken dreams
Old Polaroids fade to nothing under sharp sun beams
This is the story that no parent told
These are the truths that freeze the soul cold
Cherish the memories, memorize what they show
Live in the moment, and let the rest go
May 26, 2012
May 26, 2012 at 12:11 PM UTC
Gnawing thoughts;
Biting beats on brain'
Yawning dots'
Sizing them both insane.
_Or perhaps plain:_
His head hurts'
At their single home;
She wears only long skirts.
_Darling;_
Do we surpass our shys;
Being too afraid'
To show our insides?
Shy as a tall mountain'
Hiding behind clouds:
Seems for this first,
We both have a lot to climb.
Nov 2, 2021
Nov 2, 2021 at 9:49 AM UTC
the music my mind makes alone
is more than delightful than you've ever known
the cacophony around me flushes them out
as im forced to listen to the scream and shout
im obsessed with silence
a listener
a watcher
an observer
im obsessed with silence
a solitary diamond
shys in the light
radiates at night
the music my mind makes alone
is more beautiful than you've ever known
a solitary mind is what im waiting to find
far apart
a piece of art
i am obsessed with silence.
i long to be alone with myself
away from all the wealth
solitaire
~the poetry enigma
Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 12:27 AM UTC
It's frantic but soothing,
Romantic but brooding,
The Whispers of the sky that whirl the clouds,
Whisp within the broken hearts,
Profound melancholy,
Our yearns,
The perpetually tragic night earns,
Thus the moon shys away,
Bribing the clouds to have it's say,
The clouds form the quit to free the moon from its guilt,
Hiding it away,
But I hope to see the moon as clear as sun,
Who knows it's worshipped,
Spilled into words of praise,
Whilst the moon sighs in envy,
Eluding jealousy a tale so refined,
Forged within sorrows it steals the light,
Wishing for the sun to set so it can have it's rise,
Oct 1, 2024
Oct 1, 2024 at 10:53 AM UTC
the ticking time ...shys away from real truth
that the moment is gone along with our youth
never to be had
no looking back
wishing it all again
the time we knew,,worlds now apart
yet wishing i spoke those words
hoping i said those thoughts
thinking im lost ..whatever the cost ..all hurt
the ticking time passed me by without a care in the world
straight through me as i blinked ..devouring like a drink
left so thirsty and alone .....all alone and so quiet
time passes by and youth becomes the past
when its time its our time to meet
memories now oblique..
time done its deed
Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 1:05 AM UTC
There is a monster inside of me
and he doesnt want to eat
forces me to turn away every meal
want to throw up at every piece of food i see
He only feast on pain
from my freinds and enemies
Hes also hurting me
but I;m just a puppet for his insanity
theres a monster inside me
and he wont go away
whispers in my ears
tells me no one wants to stay
tell me im worthless
fat,and ugly
so I wont eay until he thinks im skinny
there is a monster inside and hes always mad
makes me wanna scream
cutting portals in my skin
so he can get out of me
but he shys from daylight
stays with me
at least he will never leave
keeps me company
I have a monster inside of me
and i wont let him leave
we are freinds now
no matter how that seems
He doesnt care what people think
and niether do it
me and my monster
will be destroying things
for eternity
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 10:18 AM UTC
Lingering
in what was.
It's
Unatractive
and
Shys me away.
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 12:17 AM UTC
The sky is crying
So are these eyes
But then it shys
Away in the rain
Wash away pain
A gist of insane
In my brain
He was at gain
While I...in vain
What was main?
Unmatched reasons!
But hey, that was then
Now its another season...
©sim
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 7:20 PM UTC
You rain down words like blows,
Battering, smothering, until nothing shows.
Reminded now, drops streak the glass,
The storm has yet to pass.
You lash out now,
Forgone promise of where or how.
Scathe me with every word,
But what hurts more, is simply unheard.
Cast from seething eyes,
A gaze from which even Hope shys.
Dire commination,
Spells only ruination.
There hate burns the brightest,
Aroused by pain in the slightest.
As ember to tinder,
Leaving naught but cinder.
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 1:58 PM UTC
Oh! esteemed Adonis,
Who can engrave you upon the sands of time,
And can steal for a life time,
A space from your priceless heart?
Is it a mere night-bar peppered fish,
That is eaten and passed into the loo?
Or cups of wine gulped through the throat
That shys the brain from senses aright?
Or the rich living lines of a poor country boy,
Carved from his mind with his sleepless night,
To immortalise you for generations to see
And behold your beauty when the dust calls your name?
POET:
OLUWATIMILEHIN A. ALABI
BABY LAWYER
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC
He swaggers by with such confidence.
I stare in admiration of his brown hair & hat.
Nobody else sees what I see, I know he's all that.
His strong personality defends a lack of trust.
He shys away without interest a shell within himself
While I am left to ponder
if about me he will ever grow fonder.
We have nothing in common.
I like to Facebook, watch DVDs, & write poems.
He likes to drink, play video games, & who knows what else.
We are not friends he doesn't care about me.
My feelings he does not care to see.
I guess I am to old is how it is to be.
To be 20 to 17 years younger is impossible.
To be the same age is just not possible.
Our spirits have no age.
But our mortal bodies decline & fade.
I guess I am a person he would never get to know or miss.
Eternal Youth full grown is my personal wish.
To reverse my skin's aging & never decrease bone mass.
To maintain a beautiful face, firm ******* & a figure that's first class.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC
i have an identity that i keep hidden;
a secret life
that nobody suspects.
at dawn,
when the owls are sleeping,
and even the moon is dozing,
i'm awake, stiff on my bed,
eyes unwilling to rest.
my secret identity is a bully.
i yell,
you're a disappointment
you're numb
you don't deserve this
are you ever thankful for anything?
the victim shys away and covers her ears;
she doesn't want to deal with this tonight.
she cradles into a ball,
hugging her flaws tight.
but i whip her until tears of red form on her back,
push her until she falls.
i whisper into her ear,
YOU'RE WORTHLESS,
and she shows no response.
when the sky breaks with sunlight,
i stand in front of the mirror
observing my battle wounds from the night.
my shattered bones will heal,
the tears in my heart will mend,
and the scars on my back – they will disappear.
but the bully comes back every time,
haunting me with her relentless whispers.
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 2:12 AM UTC
I can only imagine his life til now,
And that he has survived some how.
A scar that goes clear around his neck.
I saw it and thought,"What the heck?!?!"
And burn marks on his little feet,
I once thought from the cold but now i think from heat.
He shys away from being touched
By those he doesnt know that much.
But when he comes into my room
And the door shuts to impending doom.
He paces the length of my bed,
When he comes back he butts my head.
He kneeds the blankets in hes paws.
Forgetting just how sharp his claws.
He purrs in tones with such delight.
The slightest sound gives him a fright.
"Its okay, come here and sleep!"
He plops beside meand nestles in deep.
With one eye open he sees me smile...
And there he sleeps a little while.
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 3:39 AM UTC
**He's no poet.
His words are brash
And his actions are blunt.
He sees blocks of colour
Without varying shades.
He worships at altars of science
Rather than mother nature.
He shys away from
Overwhelming emotion
And hides behind
Facts and figures.
He's not a hearts and flowers
Kind of man
More spleen and moss**
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 6:03 AM UTC
These eyes get all teary
Thinking about the past memories
Sitting hours, staring at the mirror
My eyes, shys away in shame
A deep breath and a true feel
That, love is nothing but a cheat
Unnecessarily, taunting my own fate
Why this bleakness haunts to greet?
As these eyes cries and sees
A reflection of you in the mirror
My hand, rises to touch
Whilst remembering the moment, you left my side
©sim
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 10:17 PM UTC
The time ticks by like a leaky fosit.
A slow leaky fosit.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
My mind shys away from
The thoughts of you. That
Every drip drop
Echoes another second closer to
Losing you.
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 10:26 AM UTC
Thou est speak
Separately and in speech
Your life shys from the light
Where is your violent life
In purple bruises or redness of your cheeks
Just like a child afraid of the dark
Turns into the bard of barren times
Laconic about his problems
And inclement about his cumulus
The turbulent seas finally shine on this sunset line
Burgeoning bright oars from the stygian life
The tridents push you into the frescoes of reconnaissance
As you lose control of your helm
Your poem comes to a pensive finish
Making someone's poetry better and brighter ad
Cantankerous about fuliginous lines and the velleity towards writing disappears
Some lines for your frostbitten ears
That feel like the heat of icy burn of some desolate polar boreal search
Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 7:41 AM UTC