Submissions by hiddenpoet (poetInTheBasement)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
18th Aug 2014 8:35pm
18th Aug 2014 8:35pm
Listen to Me
The hum is back
The one that comes with the confusion
The hum, the buzz, the race
The race is on
Against the confusion
And you would think
Someone like me would be in great shape for this race
but
The hum gets louder
Gets much more insistent
Gets much harder to quell
When I don’t listen to my own voice
That voice is much smarter than I give her credit for
Whispering through the key holes
Singing to me in the shower
Shouting at me
from behind the doors
I close
(because I don’t want to see what’s in those closets)...
The one that comes with the confusion
The hum, the buzz, the race
The race is on
Against the confusion
And you would think
Someone like me would be in great shape for this race
but
The hum gets louder
Gets much more insistent
Gets much harder to quell
When I don’t listen to my own voice
That voice is much smarter than I give her credit for
Whispering through the key holes
Singing to me in the shower
Shouting at me
from behind the doors
I close
(because I don’t want to see what’s in those closets)...
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Apr 2014 6:50pm
27th Apr 2014 6:50pm
Do I Have to Dream?
Those sneaky stealthy sinister monsters
The ones who wait for your vulnerable sleep
The ones that know you can’t fight back
With your eyes closed
And your breathing is slowed for peace.
They show their teeth
The sink their claws into your young flesh
(Even when you’re 50.)
You hate it that they can still make you cry
You hate it that your fists are like so much smoke
Evaporating when they should be clenched.
Leave me be.
Let me live
You cry these things out loud
You cry these things in quiet
But these monsters
They hide in the...
The ones who wait for your vulnerable sleep
The ones that know you can’t fight back
With your eyes closed
And your breathing is slowed for peace.
They show their teeth
The sink their claws into your young flesh
(Even when you’re 50.)
You hate it that they can still make you cry
You hate it that your fists are like so much smoke
Evaporating when they should be clenched.
Leave me be.
Let me live
You cry these things out loud
You cry these things in quiet
But these monsters
They hide in the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Mar 2014 12:21pm
27th Mar 2014 12:21pm
That Hurts
Don’t touch me there.
That really hurts.
Maybe my blood is pumping way too fast
Maybe my heart is beating way too hard
Maybe this pain is ceaseless.
No.
I refuse to believe that.
There must be an end to it.
There must be an end to it.
There must be an end to it.
If I say it enough…will there be an end to it?
Can I convince myself that it doesn’t really hurt that much?
Try touching me there.
No that still hurts.
Wait for the calendar to turn…
one full turn…
two full turns…
three?
Guess I learned one thing…
Most art…...
That really hurts.
Maybe my blood is pumping way too fast
Maybe my heart is beating way too hard
Maybe this pain is ceaseless.
No.
I refuse to believe that.
There must be an end to it.
There must be an end to it.
There must be an end to it.
If I say it enough…will there be an end to it?
Can I convince myself that it doesn’t really hurt that much?
Try touching me there.
No that still hurts.
Wait for the calendar to turn…
one full turn…
two full turns…
three?
Guess I learned one thing…
Most art…...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Mar 2014 11:56am
27th Mar 2014 11:56am
My First Love Poem
I didn’t know…
That my heart could sing first thing in the morning.
And whisper to me all day…
Time to wake up
I didn’t know…
That a soul could sing so loudly
That you would swear everyone could hear.
Yet
Whisper so softly
Time to wake up…
I didn’t know…
That a heart and soul like mine
could wake up in the middle of my life
And begin making music…
And all the words and the melodies being written by
Us.
Heart and soul
Singing with joy
the music
that is written
Us.
That my heart could sing first thing in the morning.
And whisper to me all day…
Time to wake up
I didn’t know…
That a soul could sing so loudly
That you would swear everyone could hear.
Yet
Whisper so softly
Time to wake up…
I didn’t know…
That a heart and soul like mine
could wake up in the middle of my life
And begin making music…
And all the words and the melodies being written by
Us.
Heart and soul
Singing with joy
the music
that is written
Us.
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Mar 2014 4:40pm
26th Mar 2014 4:40pm
For Frank
I always said…
One day I’ll backtrack and pick up all those loose pieces of me that
Carelessly I left behind in
All those little corners of the world where you’d never expect to find me.
Wyoming. Kentucky. Florida. California…even Canada.
Then…
I met you and you said…don’t worry, baby
Those pieces don’t matter.
We’ll put you together again…
Without those pieces…I have the strongest glue of all
Love.
More of it than you will ever need to be whole again.
And you did. You helped me put myself back together…
And I came out more...
One day I’ll backtrack and pick up all those loose pieces of me that
Carelessly I left behind in
All those little corners of the world where you’d never expect to find me.
Wyoming. Kentucky. Florida. California…even Canada.
Then…
I met you and you said…don’t worry, baby
Those pieces don’t matter.
We’ll put you together again…
Without those pieces…I have the strongest glue of all
Love.
More of it than you will ever need to be whole again.
And you did. You helped me put myself back together…
And I came out more...
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