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Annabelle Bentley Poem
I am holding your eyes, feeling your words,
The waves gently overwhelm me, coaxing,
Pulling me under and luring me in.
Recede, leaving me freezing, shivering.
I am holding your eyes. If you were wise,
You would hold me. Feel your words. Yet with sage,
You are waiting, for her, testing your faith.
The cold kisses my bones and I ache.
The current rocks me and I am sleeping
Finally. Before, I gave up all my nights
to your watery words. You are walking
And I am drowning in the dark, silent.
With choking breath, I get closer to the shore each day.
You move, with God’s sea, away.
Copyright © Annabelle Bentley | Year Posted 2024
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Annabelle Bentley Poem
Everyone wants someone to make them whole.
I have dissected myself.
Mind, body, Soul.
I am not missing a part.
I’ve just shattered my heart.
Poked at my mind until it became numb.
Like paper, soften the edges of my pieces
with your tongue
And glue them back together
so I’m no longer undone.
I want to know every piece of you,
every treasure clue.
And until I find them all I will not rest.
Then, we can weave our lives together,
become one flesh.
Copyright © Annabelle Bentley | Year Posted 2024
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If only you knew
How, like a wallflower, I have wished for you.
Too shy to lift my eyes to yours.
Your wrists. Your shoulder.
I lean on you to steady me,
Wobbling above,
I wish we were in love.
Maybe it's best that I stay away
But does she write you poems like this?
Sometimes you are just a name
and a time zone
And I wonder
Are you counting backwards
eight hours as I do forwards?
Expecting to see you
behind the wheel of every red car I see
but you are not the only person who drives a red car.
I wished for you
when I tossed my penny in the fountain
And I hummed your song on the train home.
Copyright © Annabelle Bentley | Year Posted 2024
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Slouching, sleepy in the little arm chair, eating cake,
Our country on the screen, there isn’t much at stake.
Drowning out the tacky tunes with our laughter,
It’s harmony,you see, that everyone is after.
Harmony, like this, in your living room together,
Flags and funny costumes, it’s times like this, nothing’s better.
Maybe peace is best achieved through art,
Oh Europe, please
keep open
your musical heart.
Copyright © Annabelle Bentley | Year Posted 2024
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Annabelle Bentley Poem
There once was a field, with a tree
On which all of the dogs liked to pee,
And whilst one was urinating,
The other sixteen were waiting,
In a queue- oh so orderly!
Copyright © Annabelle Bentley | Year Posted 2024
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I cannot see untainted,
The world without the warping windows.
I fail to make, for I am merely
An illusion of inconsistencies
Stolen from society.
I wonder how open a mind can be before its brains
start to
spill.
The buttons on a blouse,
the proportions of her face,
the rules of a tennis court,
Lost in this familiar place.
The simple essay makes me think.
A pen out of ink.
We shrink.
What will happen when I experience
The real world?
Get a grip
And grow up.
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It is only now,
As I bathe in the sun,
That I notice you,
Little one.
I recognise you
In this light
And yet you’ve always been here
Smiling bright,
Watching wise
as the seasons sing,
Waiting for me to love
the little things
And now, as I sit here
soaking the rays
I declare I will return
Even on the rainy days.
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Love’s infinite cliches glue me to this earth.
In the end, we are, yet, nothing but dirt.
For what it’s worth,
Entropic defiance is life’s tender hurt.
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The spilling of a brain,
Thoughts that can’t be contained,
The crumbling membrane.
An agnostic wreck that cries out I’m four years old
5,6,14,17
A botanical solar system expect all of the plants are
dead.
Everywhere you look in my museum,
There is something to be said.
Nothing.
She stays up late because she is confused.
Time was broken in here now.
This eternal space.
See how she has squished her 17 years into her stickerbook bedroom.
Saddened soft toy teddy bears birthday cards photo albums. Red shift.
Important papers perish on the floor because there is not room for her here anymore.
And mother insists that she tidy
But memories can’t be silenced.
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’I can’t believe I thought that’, I told her
Wishing it were true.
I know friendship is built on truth and trust
But I just
Can’t let her see it.
Expose the expiration of my heart.
I won’t wear it on my sleeve
Because I would hate to admit
how it bleeds.
‘I can’t believe I thought that’, I told her
But hours later,
You walk in and sit beside me
And it feels just like it used to.
I said ‘I can’t believe I thought that’
And I was talking about you
But the thing is,
I can
believe that I thought that
Because I still do.
Copyright © Annabelle Bentley | Year Posted 2024
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