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Best Poems Written by Yort Watson

Below are the all-time best Yort Watson poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Rachel

Rachel

Rachel, sweetest looking peach on such a high branch
A teasing sway in her round hips, full of undiluted
gorgeous femininity
Eyes as blue as sky and a voice that is felt all over,
more like a warm breeze than sound
Aesop might recommend the lesson of the sour grapes,
but his Greek eyes never saw such a perfect
northern beauty as Rachel. He would have to
eat his words and tell his tale in reverse; how this unreachable
treasure made all the low hanging fruit taste sour

Damn!

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Some Friends Aren'T Forever

Some friends aren’t forever
This is as far as we go
We’ll exchange dishonest smiles
Ignoring what we both know
You’ll say “See you later”, one last time
You’ll give me your number, and I’ll give you mine

but we won’t call and we won’t meet
though you think I’m funny and I think you’re sweet
Your company has done me good
We’ve talked much longer than we should
From the dark a face watches, the shades are drawn
my home life waits with the porch light on

and the gloom of “if” will hide the track
the many miles that I walk back

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Office Romance

I can tell you want to talk, but don’t know what to say
I better think of something quick, before you go away
I wonder if you think about me, when I’m out of sight
I think about you all the time and can’t get sleep at night
I want to kiss you as you stand there looking at the floor
I want to draw my office shades and have you ask for more
I could be wrong that you like me, a fate much worse than death
So I’ll just talk about the weather, until I’m out of breath

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The Mirror of Abaddon

Fourteen-thousand years ago, a devil played a game
In his garden with an angel whom I shall not name.
The angel won or so he thought, “Now you must pay what’s due”
I’ll take your mirr’, your favorite one,  and break the thing in two.

The mirror was a magic one of evil dark and black
“The beauty of a perfect world, now what’s the fun in that?
This one’s far better, it twist, it pulls it shrinks before my eyes.
Instead of showing true reflections, this one shows me lies”

“I’ll tell you what, you won it fair, it’s yours but let’s do more;
I’ll help you break it here and now and it will be no more.”
The angel smashed it into two, his hammer in his hand.
“But why stop there?”, the devil said and smashed it into sand

The Devil grinned, “Good work my friend. See, I don’t even care”
He scooped a handful of the dust and blew it in the air.
Among the people of the earth, the grains of mirror blew.
The angel warned them “Close your eyes!” and blew his trumpet too

“What gift is this?” some people thought, Eve’s lesson was not learned.
and soon awoke with crusty eyes that itched and teared and burned.
“I see it now!” the faithless said “I am no longer blind!”
“Don’t be cross” the devil said, "Their eyes see now like mine".

Some were seized with a panicked fear, “The enemy is nigh!”, 
and with cruel rocks marched on their neighbors and sentenced them to die.
Others were charmed by shiny stones “Supplies are running out!”
The simple gifts that God had given were left to lay about.

Some saw themselves with grandeur high “I’ll wear this mighty crown”, 
I’ll be the King, you be the serf, and bow when I’m around.
The other ones yoked to the plow, “These types aren’t men at all”.
I’ll tolerate your presence if you're at my beck-and -call.

Of arrogance and fear and greed the mighty nations grew.
And men would starve and wars would rage for these unfaithful few.
So hear me now you righteous ones whom the devils would refuse:
In the game of life Good always wins, but bad will never lose.

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Regret Grows In Darkness

Creaking floorboards, kettle sighing
while the world’s asleep and dying
In the darkness that is dawning
grows a weed under the awning

Phosphorescent weed of night
makes the shadows of what might -
have been with more of that or this
More courage or less foolishness

A perfumed spell wafts from its flowers
brings blindness to what’s good of ours
It lines the paths so darkly tempting
to places lost through paths unending

And each new route down which I skitter
l find more weeds my path to litter
Fresh regrets more overgrown
And all  from seeds that I have sown

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A Laugh From a Beautiful Woman

Sapphire eyes sparkle. 
Cheeks glow a deeper shade of perfect.
Pink lipstick glistens
..on lips pulled to a smile over sugar-white teeth.
You think I’m funny.
I think you are impossibly more beautiful now.
Your smile grows lusty
..to a laugh, unplanned, playful, and luscious.
I fall silent with a desperate need 
to make you laugh again.
My magic is gone.

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Tan Lines

My Tall, Tan, Sunflower Girl
Smelling like coconuts and cocoa butter
My eyes Follow your tan lines
..under your simple cotton dress
What must they taste like?

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Pretty Flower On a Lonesome Walk

In the twilight of a Summer day
In a barren place far, far away
I came upon a yellow flower among the rocks and scree

Through great strain she pushed through the stones
..and in this blight she made a home
She made me smile as I looked down and she looked up at me

A thing of beauty so misplaced
No palace garden or jeweled case
Just me and her out in the wastes, what is, but shouldn’t be

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Jilted

I knew a girl named ______
I saw her every day
I told her that I loved her
and now she runs away

I guess I didn’t love her
we won’t be getting hitched
for how could I have been in love 
with such a silly _______?

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Cold Love

Clumsey, rough, unkind woman
On long winter’s nights, under the blankets lies your cold heart. A coiled serpent calculating it’s next move from its frozen state. I am just a pair of hands and legs it needs, trained with the burn of venom. You know how to feed me just enough of what feels like love to keep me from leaving. A carefully calculated amount  weighed against the loneliness that waits outside the door, ready to possess my mind like a madness. A terror I cannot  face. So your venom withers my soul just a little more.