Best Untrustworthy Poems
Some guys many skills have mastered,
I blush when I try to tell little lies
and shaking I reveal my fakeness;
quite a few girls have slapped me hard.
Cindy went on vacation heading South,
she warned me priming up her mouth,
" Don't mess around with my girlfriend,
don't touch her! " I kept quite and grinned.
I refused to listen and promise I wouldn't;
her look expressed a plausible doubt,
I was a playboy in search of a hideaway
and while she was gone, I could surely play.
And fun I had through those two weeks,
Chrissy, the girl with pink and yellow hair,
asked me for a date, I couldn't refuse her
we headed down to the nearest beach to kiss.
Other nights we went to the movies,
we stuffed our mouths with buttery popcorn
and laughed hard spilling our drinks;
cheating on Cindy never induced guilt or scorn.
The time came for me to be slapped hard in the head
for being such a naughty boy, a liar without guilt
who cheated with her best friend to start a conflict
and ready to face embarrassment, I seemed not afraid.
One July evening when Chrissy and I were kissing
on the velvety sofa, I heard crackling noises coming
from the kitchen, heavy footsteps started approaching...
" Who is that? I hollered while my fret was increasing.
" It's me, pretty boy! I am back! You will regret this a lot!"
her shrilling voice was a rumbling thunder incurring fright,
" We are watching, " Friends "! I made up a silly excuse,
" You kissed Chrissy! You promised me you wouldn't have cheated! "
" Blame her, she tempted me! " I couldn't resist her! " I exclaimed.
" Silly boy, enough of your games...you have much to lose! "
" Ah, shameless liar, get out my sight! " And dashing towards me
she slapped me in the head making me feel her hard blow, " Come Chrissy,
she's going crazy! If she thought I was untrustworthy, why did she
she go on vacation? To test me? " I condemned her action with asperity.
Written on 7/3/2016
Blizzard blows it s storms over;
Temperature Frozen air threatens us;
Animals run for warmth cover;
Where's the abominated trust;
9/12/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
I’ve got so much to say,
But my words don’t come out right.
Thoughts stacked in my chest,
Heavy, ready to fight.
I try to speak, but I freeze,
The words just slip away.
I need to let it all out,
But I don’t know what to say.
I’m screaming inside,
But my voice won’t break through.
I just need someone to listen,
To hear what I’m going through.
I’m not hiding, just tangled,
Stuck with nowhere to go.
I want to let someone in,
But the words refuse to show.
I’ve tried to scream, but it’s silent,
The words disappear like dust.
All this pain I carry with me,
But trust just hurts too much.
Maybe someday I’ll find the strength,
To speak without the doubt,
But until I know they’ll listen,
I’ll keep my heart locked out.
Maybe someday I’ll find the strength,
To speak without the fear,
But until I know they’ll listen,
I’ll keep my words right here.
The longer I stared at you,
the more I become fearful
of that untrustworthy look;
your intentions are untruthful
and that's the impression
I got, unless you return what you took
all you promised is still untrue,
so don't expect my compassion.
I've seen you through a thick blindfold,
took to heart all the words you whispered,
feeling sure they were sincere,
not deceitful but so genuine.
The longer I stared at you with magic,
the more I became fearful,
not confident of that untrustworthy look;
I regretted that I mistook
trust for love in the rush of things,
sharing all the secrets
with an unscrupulous fool,
not expecting an end so tragic.
I agree with friends who were lied to and cried,
they took words seriously and let doubt interfere
when something looked out of place and concided
with the horrendous truth that made fear persevere.
The longer I stare at you without resentuful hate,
the more I become compassionate...
dropping anger and picking up love:
that untrustworthy look I'm willing to forgive.
I was not always afraid of you—
When each street was only a road,
And faces were passing weather
That neither threatened nor glowed.
But time laid a frost on my spirit,
A chill that the sunlight missed;
Too many careless voices
Turned my kindness into fear.
Now every door has an echo,
Each greeting carries weight,
And the heart like a guarded sparrow
Still flutters behind my gate.
Yet somewhere the world remembers
The gentler breath of spring—
That not every hand is a shadow,
Nor every word a sting.
So softly the soul keeps watching,
Though quiet its courage seems—
For even the wounded spirit
Still shelters my smallest dreams.