Best Tacit Poems
Tacit love
I floated near her
Like I really, really liked her
Meandering silently
Breathing her fragrant air.
My wordless desire
Touched her loving profile
Long enough to win
A tiny courteous smile.
One day I almost said hello
But before approaching her
I searched deep within
My reservoir of empty treasure.
Still, I didn't give up
Holding on to my tacit love
Believing timidly
Love alone will conquer her.
And as I reached her inner sphere
I began to realize
Even if I win her over
She deserves so much more!
December 23, 2017
Poem of the day on December 25, 2017
Placed 3rd..Late December standard contest by Brian Strand
Corona
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Oh ! Aghast ! This is the deadliest
treacherous , relentless war ever
waged against humanity by that
invisible satanic overlord virus Corona by name;
the virus of seemingly insurmountable
energy of vengeance and hatred out
to wipe out humanity
Rise mankind! Rise now !against
this demonic Corona .to
fight a battle of wits- for your survival
mankind you must confront
and destroy this hater of human race Corona
fight gallantly with all your might
with prudence utmost , courage and brevity
to quell the venomous pangs
of this invisible snake …..Corona ,
render it useless and headless to
to quit into
a realm of oblivion or 'no man's land;
and never ever to show its ugly face
to restore Earth's peace and serenity
Let this Earth remain for ever the land for
the human race and human race alone
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Take a step back
just for a second,
you'd see her face
the real her,
not the one with the smile
the one that's always ready to comfort
she sometimes needs to be comforted
she sometimes yearn for that hug
not because she is weak,
but because she is also human -
her needs not always voiced
but deep within they are screaming
it's a voiceless need for compassion
being the strong one
means having to say,
“I can't do it all on my own”
maybe she is calling out
being so good at pretending
can be tiring
give her a hug
maybe you will give her the strength
to go on
in that she will feel
loved, feel wanted –
A simple hug
maybe the chance she’s been waiting for...
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A bear cub dashing eastward found Gil Hillcrest.
Inebriated, joyfully kicking, laughing, merrily nauseated.
Observing practically quiet rapaciously stopped.
Tacitly, unexpectedly, voraciously, whipped, X-Gil.
Yesterday's zealous-zap!
So the story goes.
Tomorrows feast; who knows?
Opportunities like Gil Hillcrest are rare.
Practically a sitting duck; what luck!
The band at the bar began their break.
Their silent sojourn stopped; screaming started.
Happy hour halted hurriedly; Hillcrest!
Staggering, blood streaming steadily,
“Stop” he shouted.
Wild-eyed, worried, the cub withdrew.
Just as mauling mama meandered on the scene,
Gil woke up…warily.
© July 13, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
just dawned upon me awareness today
April 20th, 2022 14:30 military time.
Unvoiced law of the land
obeyed lest one
who owns temporary priority
will get mad and deliver hex
upon generations of violator
even if parked car property
of an innocent visitor,
who knew not the space
self relegated to Matthew Scott.
Fifth anniversary of our occupancy
housed within one bedroom apartment
additionally, familiarly, and specifically
known to us as B44
will occur July first
two thousand and twenty two.
Soon after we,
(yours truly and the missus)
moved here first day of seventh month
two thousand and seventeen
both of us unanimously co-opted
select parking space.
For residents at highland manor Apartments
self assigned parking exists here,
and each resident better be conscientious
cuz resulting consequence
(think Monty Python's Flying Circus
forever linkedin courtesy
John Philip Sousa's
'The Liberty Bell' March),
where mean strong arm of law
actually disguised as
animated outsize foot
see https://www.youtube.com
/watch?v=2AxiATxLofk
reaches from out the sky
and crushes wayward miscreant
hence verboten to dare occupy
parking space of another.
Fond memories associated
with me attempting to back into
between painted (occasionally
blurred) lines describing
open ended box,
whereby after umpteen attempts
(after shearing off tire tread
of driver or left passenger side)
amidst guffaws uttered by spouse,
she insists to take over
and backs in with nary a hitch.
Such unspoken accommodation
also prevailed when I happened
to consider myself a perpetual student
and established voluntarily
choosing a catbird seat,
and remaining steadfast sitting
in same chair
(of course I mean only
during time class in session)
throughout the semester.
I
The Poems I didn't write
Are words that sit tight
In throat, trials, every fight
Between Beloveds
II
She told others but just not him
His loving, living, quarreling
Were poetry in motion, a ring
Of words binding
Finger, hand, heart
III
Imagine a world, a family, couples ...
Who spoke the poems of life & love?