Best Look Away Poems
and I could not look away
I stared into the shadows
of a lover’s distant past
Heard whispers in the darkness
of the spell her heart did cast
As it raked across my feelings
and I cried out in the night
When this smile I was wearing
fit a little bit too tight
With her painted nails of crimson
like the color of my blood
She clawed at my emotions
as the silhouettes did flood
This morning found believing
that our time is filled with fate
Where I find my voice is screaming,
please don’t tell me it’s too late
She collected every promise
on the worries I did call
For she wanted me to know that
I could never have it all
Still I crawled into the silence
with my eyes so open wide
And together we were drowning
in the motion of the tide
In her arms now spun the seconds
of the minutes I could spare
Like a clock that’s steady ticking
darkened rhythms sent to share
Drinking thirsty from the fountain
as her finger it did press
On the chrome implanted wishes
of an early moon confess
For her smile was infectious
as it hid her dirty deeds
When I fell intoxicated
still to stagger in these needs
Tried to gaze off in the distance
but my vision would not stay
I was trapped in her seduction...
and I could not look away
Good night Soupers
Your smile was one of innocence before you looked away.
Was that a bit of fear in your eyes as you looked away?
For a month you served me breakfast every morning,
but tawny eyes never meet mine again; they turn away.
Cinnamon blush painted your cheeks as if by artist's brush.
I saw your hands tremble before you quickly moved away.
What I would give to see you smile as you did the first time.
No price too dear, for it hurts my heart when you sidle away.
The sun shines when I see you. Is there something I could do
that would sway you to talk with me instead of stepping away?
I'm not one to offer a sweet cliche' that's used too often.
I'm afraid you'd just bow your head and keep walking away.
I don't know your name but I heard someone call you, Brooke.
If you would once more look at me, I couldn't be pried away.
I'll show respect for your demeanor by avoiding your eyes.
Forgive me if I make you feel uncomfortable. I will stay away.
Look Away
Don't look this way
For I have been burned in the face.
Defeat and captured
Only released by the sound of my breathing.
From dust till dawn
I say look away for I no longer wish for you to see me.
Released the blood from my eyes.
Look away for I have you placed in my heart
I wish you not to see me this way.
Though I be burn ,torn,tattered and fatal wounded
Shall my breathing keep me sane.
May you memory keep me warm
See these words I speak,hear me breathing so shallow.
Feel the darkness that formed in my eyes
Since this is my mind I may be released.
But forever trapped in a maze that brings
Me up to drag me down.
Look away for I am burned in the face
As long as you remember your in my heart,
And memory I shall be in yours.
So I shall say look away
For I am burned tattered and torn inside my mind.
Just look away
Armistice day, 2012.
Never Look Away
Remember, remember,
11th November,
No more gunpowder,
Gas screaming rot.
Remember this day,
Never again,
And tomorrow those who fell we forgot.
Remember, remember, remember.
David Nickle Read
How powerful are the actions of our heart?
Our tongue forms the words that tear others apart.
Deeper into the darkness of hate,
head down, behind locked gate.
Feet shuffle not lifting up,
hands dirty with empty cup.
Truth shines on the sorrows of past,
how long will the coldness last?
I look away…
3D animations look so real,
pull me in; tell me what’s the deal?
Let me guide another’s life,
I got the answers, cut like a knife.
Eyes hazed over hiding the truth,
great big smile at the kissing booth!
The darkness shines brightest at this time of day,
I thought I had the answers; hear what I say?
I look away…
I retreat to the solitude of my own little world,
hiding and sulking in a life unfurled.
Deep beneath the layers like blankets in winter,
hiding the hand with finger and splinter.
Don’t reach out if your not going to stay,
don’t even look just turn and walk away.
I wont raise my face or even show my eyes,
I’m tired of smiling into the face of lies…
I look away…
the least of us
look down
and are frozen in time
nothing ahead is possible
everything behind is gone
there is not a box to live in a blanket to warm
a cup of tea to calm
the least of us
live in suburbia
desperate and afraid to live out loud
rote repeat rote repeat
downcast eyes and vacant stares
do not love us
do not heal us
do not make us neighbors
or even friends
look away
look away
Form:
Look Away
Look away out there to sea
Look away just across the street.
Look away at the sun that shines
Look away at the light that gives life.
Now look and tell me what you see
Could it be sadness or joy/
Could you see the water that will be rain
Under the clouds, That you look away far away.
Look away to those that love and those that hate.
Make a smile and the other a frown.
But don't look away they might be friends.
When you see me don't look away.
See me as I am not as I am today.
Look pass the unhappy face and unlock my bottled gate.
Don't say it's just her fate.
No one likes being along.
I'm like a abandon pet...want you take me home?
When you see me don't look away.
I may smile but inside I'm crying all the while.
I'm not a child I know what love means.
But I ask myself will it ever happen to me?
Way down deep in the heart of the south,
there's a lady who whispers through the trees.
A melancholy song on the lips of her mouth,
but she looks away from the sight that she sees.
Old memories decay in the humid days and nights,
weathered monuments standing in ancient cemeteries.
Her shame is covered in moss and blight,
but her grace and beauty she ever carries.
She has survived war and horrific storms
and she may be looked down upon.
But you still smell jasmine in the air when it's warm
and feel her presence when the wind is gone.
She can be heard on a long summer evening,
her song a sad sound of a broken heart grieving.
10/29/18
I
would
rather lie
still and accept
eventual death than
try to squirm my way out
of a hammock while
someone is
watching
me
Dare you look away, my love?
Could my gaze cause you pain?
Your haunting voice enraptures me,
so how can I stay sane?
I drink deeply of the sight,
your face, so warm, so fair.
And how I wish to kiss you,
run my fingers through your hair.
You may say in your sweet song,
that you know me not so well.
Perhaps, but one need not but glance,
to fall beneath your spell.
And for my heart, alone, I ought,
to bring you flowers fair.
And for my heart, alone, I ought,
to ignore my halt and scare.
So much, always, to consider.
So much to weigh in turn.
The ever-question: how much can I,
ply your heart to burn?
You will feel my gaze, I fear,
for your voice is my heart's bread.
Wordless, ever, we might be,
though so much might be said.
Written early Easter morning
1 April 2018
Don’t look away
With trembling hands
a woman beckons from the hall.
She’s unaware I am
daughter to someone else.
I pretend to be comfortable
in taking her hand for a minute
when moments before
I dreaded walking her corridor.
Saying how glad I am to see her
makes it so. I linger.
Soft brown eyes cannot die
as long as they are looking at me.
I want to stay forever and
keep her alive as I could not
my own mother and her mother
before her. She’ll look away
at some point and that will
be that. Oh I want never to
look away; nay, always to see
a pair of eyes looking back.
©Kathryn McL. Collins
Why does the waiter look away?
Every time I want to pay.
I never like to make a fuss,
Or ever, ever swear or cuss.
Up goes my hand to beckon her,
or maybe him, if you prefer,
but I might as well scream and shout
as the waiter always moves about.
I look a fool as I pen the air,
in an attempt to draw a stare.
So, tell me what I have to do?
A simple question I put to you?
The waiter will expect a tip,
But I might as well give the slip,
If I’m completely overlooked,
In this restaurant I should not have booked!
Breath by each deep breath
I stand before you, my Lord...
unworthy of You.
People look away
it is easier to find fault in me
than to hold him accountable.
His position wins for him respect
despite his actions of disrespect.
He is assumed to be:
blameless, holy, good;
compassionate, caring, together;
but he is also human.
In his humanity is the capacity
to do harm, to hurt others.
And he has hurt me.
I do not blame him
though he is responsible.
I offer forgiveness instead,
because that's who I am.