Bedsheet Poems | Examples

I can't be

I can’t be
 sharing 
 my body  
 with you  
 who’s now a shallow pool 
 though the room is offices
 I can hear them panting now
   his saliva wet every bedsheet
he’s your boss
          your CEO
            I’m quite 
             resistant
           to reform
          proposals

Brilliance

Challenging house lights on our street,
that sheer brilliance of outer space.
Brash stars shimmering in the heat,                                        
challenging house lights on our street.
Riding the Moon to the bedsheet,
wishes bounce on my pillowcase.
Challenging house lights on our street,
that sheer brilliance of outer space.

Dream Me Back

I lay like that —
arm above my head,
one leg curled in,
drowned in the smell
of our bedsheet.
somehow,
I drifted off,
and there you were again.

I still do this thing
where dreams
change scenes
like home videos.
everything happens —
we came back
to where we wrote the letter
with the pen.

sorry.
I was mean again.
I said too much —
so you stayed gone
for so long.

but kiss me anyway,
right after
I say something stupid.
’cause life only lets us
get away with it
once — don’t hope for twice.

I used to yell
whenever you touched
the parts of me
I tried to hide.
I never said
I liked it.
but I did.
I did crave it,
thinking of when
we’d meet
in a dream.

and this time,
you really didn’t kiss me.
just looked —
that look
that unraveled me.

then it cut —
to black,
to white films,
to black again,
to the beginning.

I was bad
at making the ending scene.

then I woke up,
still waiting
for something
to come back,

as the TV
was stuck
by lightning.

I dreamed I was drinking with Toulouse-Lautrec

I dreamed I was in Café Terrace with Toulouse-Lautrec.
We were downing glass after glass of orange triple sec.
And quite drunk, he muttered something that shocked me so ~
he slurred he'd eaten the ear of Vincent van Gogh!
And I jolted awake ~ sunflower bedsheet wrung around my neck.

Celestial Poet

Exploring nothing.
Empty space.
Being filled by words of no meaning
Just a wandering pen beautifully completing the emptiness
Spilling from a querying heart
A wandering mind
Full of seagulls and tinkling bells
Next to the crashing waves of foamy thought..
Lapping slowly onto the mind
In the present moment

What is next?
As the moon pulls back the ownership of gravity
Like a bedsheet or a duvet covering the naked Earth
How the moon shelters the tender ocean
From the cold of the nighttime sky..
Blanket of love and warmth
You have sheltered me since our birth
And now, we breathe together
Tangible harmony
Slavish synergy
Locking our existence in the outer
But reaching into the inner 
Rhythm of our presence
In this celestial celebration dance

Oil On Paper

Oil on paper, skies are grey
It’s a windy autumn day
I see linens on the line
Bedsheet swings behind the vine
There's your shirt of navy blue
And my sweater of green hue
And it was so long ago
Where now do we belong?
I’m not sure I can tell
Memory can’t serve that well
Can you recognize the place?
Did we really leave a trace?
Oil on paper, V&A
Sunrays flash impales the grey
Linens, swinging on the line
Through the foliage of time.

Greens

Green, green, green, all greens
Curtains, bedsheet, couch, pillows
Motif of her room.

bombshell

 Our love is spread out on the bedsheet.
Bombshell dropped, tick tick clock,
Fled to the exit,  she's still on the bedsheet, 
I hover back to rendezvous,
 Blast, her arms are in front of my feet; doomed.
Seriously, I had fun but poor time I ran first, 
otherwise,
 I would have been front of her feet and 
she would be thinking of an exit to meet her new. Right?

To Whom It May Concern

To whom it may concern I write 
Today will be my final night 
I took the hint
And yes your right 
It’s what you all deserve 

I took some pills to start things off 
A bedsheet rope, hangs from the loft 
So this is it , I cry then cough 
It’s what you all deserve 

A better man I know she’ll find 
One with patients 
One who’s kind 
Why didn’t I see it 
I must be blind 
It’s what you all deserve 

So to whom it may concern I say 
Tonight will be my final day 
Please do not weep 
When I’ve gone away 
I love you 
But it’s what you all deserve

Still My Bedsheet Smells Like You

I keep talking to you every day,
& never get bored by hearing you.
I keep laughing at your every joke
while teasing each other through.
I keep scolding you like,
"not a little work is done by you?"
You keep scolding me like,
"what will I do with this silly girl,
a little, angry baby of me,
without me how will you make your survival?"

Your baby girl has grown up all of a sudden,
now she doesn't show anger often.
Your absence makes her very mature.
Now here is no sign of that pampered,
no sign of that immature.
Now she can walk alone.
Now she knows how to wake up on her own.
Now she wakes up all of a sudden,
doesn't wait for the warm kiss to make her awaken.
Doesn't wait for the constant alarm of yours,
but wakes up smilingly after wiping those tears,
which only pillow knows.

This long one year without you
though sometimes was unbearable,
but sometimes I feel like I'm with you.
Though you have gone to the unknown,
years before;
But I never adieu.
And still, my bedsheet smells like you.

Love Is Not Poetic

It seems most love stories with boys are poetic. 
The way you fall, you love, and then you lose.
Even to the end, it seems as carefully written as a Greek tragedy. 
But with you?
The way it was with you was brutal, not poetic. 
There is nothing poetic about screaming into a cotton pillow in the silence of night, or finding comfort in a dull knifes edge, or crying until you can no longer see and the windows we call eyes are nothing but dull red-rubbed holes in my blank face.
There is nothing poetic about not being able to move on, about not being able to trust anyone- including myself- laying wide awake night after night, fully aware of the empty cold bedsheet around me. 
There is nothing poetic about losing yourself to someone whose love was everything but poetic.

Morning's Moment

                Closed eyes, whiskers sweet.
                Fur angel, on my bedsheet.
                Till a bird sings, tweet.


         

                       Rhymed Senryu
                          2-12-2021
                              ~ 1 ~

Romance

Romance!!

.

 

“Since morning my heart is jumping,

The whole night my bed was smiling,

Pillows were asking ur address,

Bedsheet was shivering with love,

Cant tell you the entire feeling in a ‘glance,

Listen Sentii_let’s ‘Romance’

.

Rose petals were jealous of ur pink lips,

lotus were cryings on ur cheeks,

Ocean dries out in ur eyes,

Ur warm breath moarns,

My emotion flies with wings,

Wana get u a diamond ring,

In your arms I forget all d ‘pain’

Sky is flooded with lovely ‘rain’

In this rain,we together ‘dance’,

Listen Sentii_let’s ‘Romance’,

.

My ‘waits’ are broken,

My distrust’ got shaken,

These feelings are new,

That ‘first’ ‘selfii’ with you,

Loads of love missing u heaps,

That distance between our lips,

Telling u that my Love is eternal for u,

Please_please give me one ‘chance’,

Listen Sentii_let’s ‘Romance’

Let’s Romance”

.

 

-Anik.

Love Fever

It was to meet; my eyes with his.
Why, he’s no stranger; do I know him?
Why is he staring? Something’s wrong with me?
Our eyes lock and my heart somersaults.
Now my loin constricts and my heart’s racing.
At the exit, I’ve no business to turn back.
But something’s burning my back;
Laser rays or his eyes…yes, he’s looking straight at me!
My hand shakes as I unlock my car; 
I did miss the red light!
Thanks God, I’m safe home.
Some curses under breath bring back my senses.
But this night I’m not to sleep.
His eyes are not leaving me.
Gosh! I’m smiling and laughing foolishly.
My temperature’s rising! 
I take a shower and refresh the wrinkled bedsheet.
First dawn, I sit staring at the fan.
Oh! I’m in love.
Heart longing, I’m there again 
and again in the days to follow, 
eyes thirsty, searching but for his eyes!


Placed 7 out of 10 for contest Free Verse about love by laura Loo
Selected as 'Poem of the Day' on 21/01/17

Bedsheet of Your Ugly Deeds

Last night, the doctor of my 
mind made a decision, 
To put my rage aside, to do a 
worthy commitment, 
You, the golden flower, 
blooming within my region, 
Love, one day, I promise, get you 
my heart sent.

Lying beside the bedsheet of 
your ugly deeds, 
And lamenting the name of my 
destiny's only destination
My heart is trying to stop the 
growth of those weeds, 
That once, gifted me my talent, 
to love you, my passion.

Get out of these ugly memories 
out of my beautiful mind, 
You made seven suns to work to 
get my head boil, 
You go to the chruch of the 
purest, Me; You may find, 
But, the best love grows when 
you are on your native soil.

Those arms were not enough to 
hold your dangerous eyes, 
They were meant to make you 
with a safer heaven of love, 
Now, open those ditches, that 
hear your sound, when cries, 
But, I will be there to listen 
those, only from the above.....! ! !

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