Debra Squyres Poet Free verse

On the Backside of Hello

Standing quivering
Vulnerable and still raw
Needing acceptance
Craving a glance….from you
Aching for your hello

Feeling inadequate
Fidgeting hands clamped
Eyes downward
Craving a look….from you
Longing for your hello

Heart sprinting
Pulse tap dancing
Feeling dizzy
Craving a smile…from you
Thirsting for your hello

Feeling dejected
Fearing rejection
Ducking out of sight
Seeing no smile…from you
Hiding from your hello

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Nathan D. March 8, 2013 at 8:33 AM really cool poem you trully captured the feelings

Lucilla Carrillo January 17, 2013 at 7:08 PM A very nice poem, that I enjoyed reading very much. Thanks for sharing. Lucilla

Erich Goller January 17, 2013 at 12:21 PM that's a lovely heartfelt expressed poem, nice flow, I enjoyed reading it.God bless you. Hugs!Erich

The Situation January 16, 2013 at 7:26 PM this is so true a poem. our parents should be choosing our mates.

James Peranteau January 16, 2013 at 4:29 PM Believe it or not, lol..... this is on the "Back side of hello"! ...No smile...no hello ! Yet, I must indulge in the write; as the introduction to a future write which invigorates the artist ! Ramble on dear poet ! Much love...james

Russell Sivey January 16, 2013 at 2:45 PM Wow this is quite the powerful write my friend! I am entranced by the loveliness that you have expressed throughout this incredible poem! Do you see yourself like this person in the poem? Because I see a much stronger Debra from what I've read of your works and from your comments! This is a special piece, Great Work!!

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Robert Johnson January 16, 2013 at 2:27 PM Our own rejection in our own reflection can keep us well at bay. With no where left to turn for help, seems no one cares to say. With shallow breaths, we stay alive. Hoping that one day they'll soon arrive. Hello Debra. :)

Richard Lamoureux January 16, 2013 at 1:50 PM Wow, this is so sad, no one should make you feel this way. Many here at the soup accept and appreciate you. Hugs, Rick