Enough Poems - Poems about Enough

If she was the one who unbuttoned her blouse first, who closed the door, who whispered “Come on, don’t be shy,” and still—he said no. If she was the one who laid herself bare, threw herself at him like a dare in a quiet room—was he man enough to say he didn’t want it? To...

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breathless at line's end with the phrase too long to sing I asked for right time ~ No syllables after noon No words beyond 9:30...

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I'm too quiet I talk too much I'm too involved I'm way too out of touch I'm too messy I care too much about things being clean I'm too kind I'm way too f*ckin mean I'm too close I'm too far away I went to bed too early I stayed up too late I'm too skinny...

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Enough, he said with voice pitched low Enough for now, he whispered slow And curled in upon himself Having nothing left to show Knowing no one and nonself Enough, he cried though no one heeded Enough for now, as he retreated And left another piece behind Having no faith to be intreated Perceiving his own broken mind Enough, he proclaimed with a tremor Enough for...

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I was crazy enough to give her a daisy Well, a bunch of daisies Purchased on a whim Y’know, hey she might like these Not knowing the power of the devilish daisies I muttered something like “I kinda thought ya might like these” Not sure how the Daisies did it But they spun a gossamer web Whispered in a quiet scent You are crazy enough...

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I just want to be loved, For however long it lasts, It’s enough, I just need someone to lift me out of the mud. I just want to be loved, Even for five minutes, Passed over, I’m fine with being lost in the flood. I just want to be loved, For however long it lasts, It’s...

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Why ask me what I hope to be? Why rate my worth before you’ve seen me work? Is my CV not enough? A story told so clear and tough. I earned my degree and dream to lead and to oversee. I’ve been a clerk and I left my mark. Each line on that page holds my skills and my stage. So why the doubt? Why push me out? I...

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I look at my life like it doesn’t belong, Like I’m just a thief in a story gone wrong. These hands hold too much, these gifts feel unearned, Like fate made a glitch, or grace was mislearned. I see others struggle, I see others strive, While I float through moments just barely alive. And the voice in my head says, “You’re...

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It’s been a long time since I’ve ventured into this new studio of mine— dust has settled like ashes on the unshelved books and the jars of brushes still packed away in boxes that intimidate me. Since I’m already here I might as well unpack one carton of my past. I slit the tape on a box labeled Miscellaneous, not knowing what I’ll find. Inside, a parrot, a toucan, some...

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"Go along to get along" a wise man he once said (altho' I don't concur) but it occurred to me neither follower nor leader be if you want to get ahead and if the herd you stroll behind please do consider the view (but not too closely) yet what is worse yes you may curse that which you step into some believe the...

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Abstract ideas flitter about in my brain like butterflies navigating a stiff August breeze. I try unifying them into something, a patchwork quilt of grandiose dreams showcasing profound thoughts that I feel are worthy of sharing with strangers and sycophants, maniacs and mentally sound, downtrodden and dignitaries, paupers and princesses in hopes of making a lasting impression that will forever change their lives. But before unveiling my...

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I wake up heavy, hollow-eyed, a war inside I cannot hide. My chest is full of aching glass, each breath I take, a splintered gasp. I try to speak, but words betray— they twist my truth, then slip away. They say, “Just love yourself, be kind.” But how do you hug what you can’t find? I look for worth in others’ eyes, but all...

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In my haze dividing I clown my hysteria inviting A will to finish this degrading Life of fawning. Abandoned by rape Of a virgin in wanting Now this life is a canvas Of abandonment And consoling. Into hell I cast all wishes and desires And petty arguments of Gifted minds in drunken stupor. I glide on failing and bathing in...

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ENOUGH! I felt deaf from the ‘noise’ of information, constantly butting, buzzing against my mantra of: “The quieter you are… the more you… hear!” At present, my lifestyle felt media manipulated: tv, radio, newspaper, mobile, computer.. ad infinitum! Besieged by endless emails, monopolizing mobiles, beset by frenzied yaps from apps! Enough is enough is….. ENOUGH, I have to escape from the unrelenting hullabaloo. Can...

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Good Enough Cry Ugly’s shame lost its power. I took back my power… no longer relying on external validation of my worth… Unflinching reflection revealed that cry ugly's self-imposed shame was bone deep regret… I am the only one responsible for buying into the malicious judgment of a few, that I wasn't good enough… Judged by their bias, without...

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