Best Too Little Poems
Half my soul shadows his reflection
leaving me with silent voices and vacant thoughts
But the other half , the other half lies hidden .Hidden and lost !
Lost in days of sending postcards,in months of sealing letters
lost in years of our laughter ,of warm long distant calls.
Lost in time and moons before ,
when it wasn't the spirit that moved me to bleed
nor my passion of fresh ink upon the rose ,
But it was an unsettled muse,the same muse
that captured my existence ,and obsessed me
to need it desperately all along.
Now this muse who left my world without identity,
who abandoned me , abandoned me when I needed it most
has made a return, an unexpected return with a will to belong.
It came back to me , and how it seduced me with its competent flame
outshining all the other stars ,Carrying me back to once upon a moment
where him and I left off . My muse came back ,
It whispered beyond unforgotten salts , and waves that dried my lips
that crushed my still heart back and forth.
It pleaded for re-union , for remembarance , for compassion ,
It begged to renew our vow , just oncemore.
But , it is too late,too late for empty chapters to be filled or be continued
too late for questions , for answers , for music ,for perfume and songs.
Its too late for wishes to conquer silver dust
when these nights do not dream about him anymore.
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Inspired by the movie ' Il Postino ' (fiction poem )
Now he wants her back...
The same cad who called her
"Unattractive" and "overweight"
a moon or two ago,
and demanded
she shed a dozen or more pounds,
or else.
Before she could
do away with just one,
he coldly discarded her
like trash for a sexier lady.
Now he wants her back...
An ugly duckling then,
she has beautifully blossomed into
a sultry, glamorous woman now.
Guess who's back?
Yes, the same cad,
bothering her for the second chance
he never gave her;
the lady he left her for
has since moved on
to a better man.
Now he wants her back...
Ha! Too little, too late.
Not so much
a lie
with little
truth to tell
Not so much
goodbye
with greetings
gone to hell
Not so much
romance
with feelings
dead or pawned
Not so much
to dream
with sleep
— bereft and gone
(Bryn Mawr College: May, 2025)
They walk, separate destinations in the wrong direction.
Aimlessly drifting throughout various vocations, too idol to master what they need to succeed.
A rat pack of losers in a game they can't win, they can't because they won't, they refuse to begin.
Putting up the with the worst because that's all they deserve to themselves.
No hope for the future no thoughts that are profound.
Each day is the same as the last and tomorrow will be the same.
They live how they live and they feel the shame.
One day the regrets will come thick and fast and they'll wish once more for a chance at the past.
Too little too late they will say and keep living the rat race from day to day.
too much or too little,
the storys abound ,
the rich n the poor,
on the merry-go-round,
happiness-health- give me more,
till i canter across the fatal shore,
poor as a church mouse this old hound,
forever for bloody sure:)
Don
re: EASY WAY OUT AT 83
Daver Austin
I know it's too little.
I know I'm too late...
I guess I expected time to stop...
For time to just wait...
It's over...
You needed me and where was I...?
When you lay dying in bed.?
Too caught up in my head...
These flowers on your grave mean nothing...
The tears I cry are pointless...
It's too little...
Too late...
I should have been there til the end.
Shoulda, woulda, coulda...
It doesn't mean anything now...
Too little.
Too late.
I know it's real late.
I just wanted to conversate.
My behaviors have been so fake.
The truth seemed to devastate!
Shattered your heart like an earthquake...
Apologies, I know you hate.
My regrets I had to demonstrate.
Losing leaves such a sour taste.
These words just couldn't wait.
I wish you wouldn't hesitate,
to let me have another date...
I know it's real late,
but loneliness is such a dark place.
You know I can't see at night...
The truth always comes to light.
With what you've heard,
life must be so bright.
Lead with your heart,
There's no need to think twice.
To continue this relationship,
sure would be nice...
I want to see you,
I understand if it's not tonight...
I know it's been little,
I hope it's not too late...
Humans
only act when
damage done is severe.
For climate change, it's already
too late.
The man to whom I have been wed,
For low these many years,
Has never shared his love with me,
Now wants to share his fears.
I Don't Want To.
My feelings never mattered much,
He told me, don't complain,
And now we're old he thinks that I,
Should gladly share his pain.
Why Should I?
When I am sick he doesn't care,
I must care for myself,
But if it's him then I must do,
All that I can to help.
For What Reason?
I used to try to talk to him,
Tried to build a bond.
He didn't want to hash it out,
And all I did he shunned.
I'm Done Now.
He says that I'm uninterested,
Don't care, not a good wife.
He should have learned so long ago,
Good husbands make good wives.
Judy Ball
"So husbands ought to love their wives as they love their own bodies.
He who loves his wife loves himself for no one ever hated his own flesh
but nourishes it and cherishes it just as Christ also loved the church."
Ephesians 5:28-29
"Nevertheless let each idividual among you also love his own wife even as himself,
and let the wife see to it that she respect her husband."
Ephesians 5:33
Inspired by Russell Sivey's relationship contest
A white lily sunrise
brings the malaise,
humid dreams shimmer
off the blackening tar
Red dust girates an axis
dark matter is overcome,
lethargy drags the body
into a blazing bright sun
Work, a joke on labouring men
each day drains into the next,
without a dropping of heaven
without a wisp of air, no respite
The incessant heat hoards air,
the smell of rain on a breeze,
nothing but a cruel memory
as the earth bakes golden
These summer days long
for the circles to turn,
for cooler winds braced
with a stinging cold nose
For nights clothed in linen
their warmth, a comfort,
not these deadly months
this end of the world
Gaping fissures score
the face of the outback,
spinifex gathers along
a rabbit proof fence
Farmers no longer see
a blue horizon beckoning,
the life they bestowed, now,
lost in bankrupt despair
The year's turning decades
and the green paddocks,
never more will checker
our rolling countrysides
each day another species dies
each day another million lives
become nothing but a eulogy
on a yellowed classified page
Still we do nothing, much,
still the child cries unheard,
and the world will end, not,
with a bang or a shout
But on a whistling breeze
only heard by the gods
Indefatigable am I,
From the wretched dilapidated tenements to the soiled banks of the Versailles,
Hear my cry,
Left to their own devices the gilded wage masters will not comply,
Doth not their protestations for my benevolence in pursuit of profits their intentions belie,
Consuming the necessities for which my consignment to labor could buy,
Must you have all the pie and I to barely survive,
Anguished prayers to the heavens steadfastly grasped until the guttural sigh,
I shalt no more ask why,
But I shall fight, fight, fight,
Until I die.
Form:
Todays society chooses to run on greed!
Few people actually want to see others succeed.
Some people would rather choose to hurt the people that love them,
as long as in the end they'll be above them!
For some people its easy to hit someone right in the head.
So they can rob them to get money and not work instead.
Predators continue to be on the rise,
and ignore whom they hurt as they block out their cries!
Our families are torn by actions we've taken,
even if it's hear say and one was mistaken.
There are few people out there that can actually be trusted,
if we truly knew what some people did we'd all be disgusted.
When will society as a whole choose to realize,
that it's time for us all to open our eyes?
It's time we all rise up together,to make a change for the better!
Because little do we all know its pretty much right now or not ever!
Romantic glances across the room, small kisses on my check.
The wonderful way you held me in your arms at night.
It was all so amazing, so remarkable that I found someone that would show that much attention to me.
And then as I grew more comfortable within you r embrace, I let my guard down and let you completely in.
I showed you inside my heart, where very few have ever been.
And once you were in my soul, things changed, you grew darker, colder, unlike the man that I loved.
You tell me that I am imagining things, that you haven't changed.
You tell me everything is too little to notice, and I say that is too much to ignore.
mom, without malice,
cast upon chastity spell,
overprotecting
Timid Tracy never had a date,
Humbly yet she accepted her fate
Mom, so wise and adept,
Refuses to accept
Her dear daughter's virginity state
thoughtful advice from the wise often takes young in the right direction but at the wrong time
January 20, 2022
Wonder not for the state our world is in when we are doing too little its many ills to cure!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
27 July 2016