Best Second Person Poems
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
The Second person seems to be a safer place to hide,
One can always deny the allegation from behind,
Yet second persons seem to follow much too near,
And point the accusations to the marrow.
First person's much more abrupt and "in your face",
Acknowledges the age spot growing near the ear,
But age spots aren't so rare, you know,
I see so many everwhere I go.
I airbrush the phone off your
selective listening machine,
and transform that outfit, I never
saw, into a concrete memory.
I tint your lips redder, so they
make you blush, and blend your
knots into manes of locks which
you want, to be stroked by me.
I crop space so you’re closer,
and hyperbolize shadows of
your limbs, so the sunlight, which
I make, paints you skin colour.
I increase my exposure, so you
can see me if you open your eyes,
and I blur my illuminated image,
so you’ve already seen me.
I contrast your skin tone, so you
are all alone, and I leave my
second person, in a self-mirrored
memory, so I can start my life again.
taking wing with the dawn,
of a new horizon,
we fix our gaze,
above the masquerade,
of near and dear,
beyond sublunary existence,
past the face of fear,
into the presence of awe,
and the source of wonder,
(Thou art)
the seal,
of strength unbidden,
the sign of promise,
my pole star revealed,
by the cover of night,
a candle sojourning,
in the absence of light,
see the sections conical,
framed in windows convex,
each iris a prism,
translating the cryptic,
language of creation,
manifesting the manifold,
embers of your spirit,
in silence awaiting,
the breathe which is,
light and life,
our hearts entwined,
in vibration sympathetic,
two sentient instruments,
woven in harmony,
you are a blessing bestowed,
the promise of grace,
in solace unceasing,
granted without merit,
home is enclosed,
within your presence,
the fellowship of your eyes,
to commune with your mind,
is my desire,
searching the constellations,
for Your subtexts,
arms linked inseparable,
in silent determination,
with faces set,
no trial exists,
which may cast down,
our countenance,
like the shadows,
of the setting sun,
which beg perspective,
proportion, my “little soul”,
tethered to the earth,
with the tips of toes,
you are the picture
of beauty conceived,
by the master artist,
(Thou art)
my hope made evident,
object of my adoration,
i am yours alone,
your mark, indelible
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