Best Confusionme Poems
I sit here drinking my wine
I look over my own mind
Over the days gone by
It gives no smile ,MY spirt is dying
What, where and when
So many questions i try to answer
As life moves faster away
The years have dissappeared
I can not count the missing smiles
I want to runaway
Day by day
I stay just to obey
I feel like prey
Waiting for the knock on the door
A prison gate surrounds me
No key to the lock
I have tried
Each step seems wrong direction
Which way to go crossroads stands still
The memories tie me back
I still sit here with my glass
The bottle is still full
To love but not in that special way
It holds me here
My fear wont let go
As i sit with my glass of wine
As i drift into a thought of unknown....
Our eyes meet and embraced
As you introduced your daughter to her grace
Your grandsons were straight and tall
Your pride and joy they are your all
I wondered where was your wife
As I looked at you more than twice
I should be ashamed
My husband has given me his name
I thought of you and your family
I thought how alone you could be
I did not know that you were eyeing me
Then I went into another room
When I returned on me zoomed
I have thought of you all week
I even thought of you in my sleep
Form:
Another tear drops from my eyes
Why do I seem so suprised
Did i expect laughter instead of pain
My head not held high but hangs with shame
How many times am I gonna believe his lies
He ropes me in, time after time
I just want to be more important than the drugs
I want to be the main thing he loves
I don't want to go to bed alone at night
I don't want to have another fight
I want to wake up with a smile on my face
Not waking up wishing all memories erased
I don't want to be confussed
I want to know what i should do
But all's he does is look for another score
And in between he calls me whore's
I want to be able to get on with my life
Happieness i want in sight
Please Lord help with this pain
Help me Lord to walk away
If he forgets my birthday
I’ll never talk to him again
Even though he’s always thoughtful
And surprises me now and then
Now I’m over thirty
I wish I was still ten
If he remembers my birthday
I’ll never talk to him again
I hope he brings me flowers
And sings our old love song
I’m sure it will never happen
He’s always so damn wrong
Now he brings me flowers
And sings the same old song
I don’t know why he does this
He’s always so damn wrong
If he plans our vacation
I hope it’s something new
I hate going to the same old place
And doing what we always do
There he goes again
Planning something new
Why not go to our same old place
And do what we always do.
A woman’s prerogative to change her mind
Man has no choice but to lose his.
Oh please not again
Please don’t leave me alone with him
I can’t say for sure, but I think that I know
What he will do to me when you go
My heart beats fast, I’m scared inside
I can’t tell you why I want to hide
You don’t understand, you just need some time
You can’t see that I’m crying inside
I fell dirty and guilty, that’s why I don’t tell
I don’t understand why I’m put through this Hell
I’m just a kid, I am not brave
He’s the adult, he should behave
But that day won’t come for a while
I try to endure and put on a smile
Oh this secret I must keep
For 10 more years without a peep
And when I finally let it out
There is no peace, there is just doubt
What have I done? I’ve made you cry.
I don’t blame you, I don’t imply
But I can see inside your eyes
You feel at fault, you’re asking why
There was nothing you could do
I kept this secret safe from you
10 plus years it’s been since then
I’ve done the work, I’ve forgiven him.
Show me what love really is teach me a thing or two about the way of love. Show me
what to do when I don’t understand what you want. Tell me how to make it alright if I
say or do something wrong. Show me the right way from the start. Tell me most of all
how I can reach out and touch your heart.
Form:
changing the rules
changing realities
listing the rules
color coded names and numbers
take me away replace the whole charade
never mention it
and cash it all in for a trade
worry free
list of names
forwarned with a package
three days before the curse
maybe you wil give it up try again
wash your hands clean of this oxymoron
parade the clowns on april fools day
the numbers before the lottery
back against the wall
the clowns all face it eventually
nice way to kick the bucket
what a wow
euphemism
what a trumpet
lady blue picking the flesh off the bones
make it easier if i could
but we ressurect the reason for the abstract itmes
inside this box
a secret hiding place
clues to find me amidst a headless blunder
bleeding in the screams of irony
doubting good intentions
sell it all
double entent
agent come clean
force you in the wide open
and the cats back in the bag
ring the bell
and the box stays closed
now deal with the envelope
stay in my shadow
lick the stamp
names and numbers
what game of thuinder
tru to the color
im losing the value of the ships im sinking
never made me wonder
will i sleep good tonight
quivering on the streets
im falling asleep
will they find me
replace the secret with the magic
replace the magic with the tragic
string them along
knock by knock
one good turn
and ring the bell
Like a knight in shining armor
You rescued me from a place of somber
Eager to know, eager to see
A man like you, can it truly be?
With your speeches of serenade
My loneliness begins to fade
Man of chivalry and full of charm
Swept me away in your securing arms
But soon, I realize behind that breastplate
A plague in your heart lies a hideous trait
A man in disguise, you hide behind
All your destructive intentions and ruthless lies
Needed my trust to seal the deal
Wisely, you have mastered how I feel
A sly expert at the art of deception
My heart is now in your possession
Impressed, you trained yourself very well
A cold heart hidden away, not one could tell
You played me like a fool, I really must say
But please don’t stop upon my dismay
Body and heart I gave; my trust you stole
Now it’s time for the next victim to pilfer her soul
Quickly you fled; distance at its farthest
It seems I fell at the hands of a con artist
Under my feet is a piped river. It’s narrowed.
A blue-eyed diva is alone in her splendour.
I'm reading Jim's “…breathed with my marrow…”
the light-haired maiden confused by the candour.
We are, both creatures, being dazed by the fair.
Howling iron streams of cars are passing by us.
Their troublous horns can disturb the air.
I keep on talking to her to come over the bias.
Anyway, we cannot find any flows of the water.
Stars are shining on the opposite side of the earth.
And, as out of spite, clouds are put off by the vault.
Is there any place where we could slake our thirst?
Either the girl's next to me or it’s Satan himself.
Sultry, poisoned streets are driving me mad,
my dry throat's being tormented by gist itself.
With my marrow I'm fated to slake till the end.
My shopping excursions to the local marts are very rare indeed.
My dear spouse does the shopping, I only go when in dire need.
I have no interest in fostering the foreign imbalance of trade,
Therefore, when I shop I want to buy things American made!
Why, nowadays one can tour the world and go on a shopping spree,
Without leaving the county or crossing the billowing sea!
Since most things come from The Czech Republic or Paraguay,
The Peoples Republic of China, Japan and even Uruguay!
I can live sans everything French, especially their cheese and wine.
California wines and Wisconsin cheeses suit me just fine!
I'm desperately trying to find a locally-owned shoe store,
Where I can buy American shoes, not those assembled in Ecuador!
Alas, my turkey for holiday repast is imported from Old Mexico.
I'd much prefer that it be bred and reared here in Colorado!
Can anyone tell me where I can buy American made attire?
Seems all the labels read, "Made in Laos, Thailand, Belize or Eire!"
The plethora of stuff continues to invade our sacred shores,
Inundating the shops and marts, overflowing their cash drawers.
Even the paper upon which I scribe was made in a place called Texas,
But I reckon I can brook that, since with them we have a tenuous nexus!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
My innocence
Sometimes
Turns me to stone
When in the wanted
Comfort of your crying eyes
I have longed to see your heart
Turn itself inside out
To see it all disjointed
Like a new born
A jigsaw for my trying
I wanted this
Yet in the midsts
Of broken pieces
I struggle
To make the picture perfect
For you
You send me a postcard
I read it well
Take your hand
And make a playful
Gesture
My childlike attendance
Doesn't seem to tender
It is not what you need
It is not want you hoped for
I have let you down
Have I been too warn down?
By tragedy and pain
Has my emotion
Gone so far back on itself
I know longer understand when I am needed...
Form:
You get on my nerves,
you make me walk back and forth
pull my hair off
and even yell
you make me blame myself
not knowing why
but I let you play
hate or love?
that's the game
Suddenly, a smile on my face
I feel silly, I protest
you like the hate
that seems to be cute
but I try to be hard
hard to get,
silence,
this is...
an endless game.
Hey you there with the bright orange hair
Standing there giving me a scare
Looking around with that blank stare
As if everything was bare..
What are you thinking about?
seem like you wouldn't like to talk about
all the things that would clear my doubts
This just makes me want to shout
Look at all these people that are standing around
waiting for you to make a sound
listening to the you have found
then leaving you to stand around
Form:
You asked me in
And held me up
Then threw me down
And made me doubt
Everything in my mind
Everything I try and rewind
And playback life scenarios
You just hang me out
And let me go
I was so stupid
Why didn’t I know?
This is how
Things would go
My life turned
Inside and then out
Bringing on my self doubt
Always living in a world
Without
Freedom and peace
You tried to make me see
But now you just leave
So just leave me
Alone in my pain and misery
Form:
Electric signals, of things not there,
Making me scream to the empty air.
Being haunted, by deafening screams,
Making lower, my self-esteem.
The people I hear, won't leave me alone,
Voices of the dead with emotion of stone.
Striking fear, deep in my heart,
Telling me the truth, from the very start.
False messages, sent to my brain,
Like feeling nothing, in the thick of pain.
No protection, from the things I hear,
Not being able to run, from the things I fear.
Making me scream, at the empty air,
Electric signals, of things not there.