Do you wait for it to just pass?
Swallowing up their hurtful gaze?
If so, then take this day as your last.
You always have someone else's stance,
Never thought of what remains.
Do you wait for it to just pass?
Does the way you yourself dance,
Always have a different pace?
If so, then take this day as your last.
Worry not, you're a blooming flower among grass!
Embroider yourself in the sun's rays—
Do you wait for it to just pass?
Feeling ripped in a single hard glance,
Like your confidence has been set ablaze?
If so, then take this day as your last.
I know the idea's hard to grasp,
But this truth is not just a phase.
Do you wait for it to just pass?
If so, then take this day as your last.
little lamps lift their heads of flames--- ignoring the darkness within them
My frail dream was you, the brink of mayhem.
I sprayed myself with a teasing mountain.
Your happy pleasure led you to show them.
My frail dream was you, the brink of mayhem.
Never foaming carpeting betrays them.
Super sleek in your artistic fountain.
My frail dream was you, the brink of mayhem.
I doused myself on a teasing mountain.
Written: February 24, 2023
fluid enclosed me
trapped in memory
my heart in a husk
feel the bow...
of anguish
candle fire...
firefly
your face I love
dereliction are cheering
oars are fading...
on the shore
I hope
you keep the image
forever sung
in the heart
Written: September 26, 2022
sturdy sole shrunk
gaunt gifts gulped
taunted twain tamed
felon fallacies feigned
mystic move birthed
rhythmic reels perched
wit's wasp worn
tamed twain torn
bugged bruises borne
ferocious pounces punctured
porous pills fractured
leering la-de-da leisure
pulpy pasts peered
flimsy future feared.
'20:03:29:09:31
Note: Dedicated to those unknown poets.
punctured passion puke
nauseated by nude
dark dresses dump
lankily lurch lust
aura canvassing curses
seeped'n saucy beauty
felon face sighs
kindly kleptomaniac eyes
scorching smirking sight
limbs like axe
skipping made sharp
dug tunnel apt
flimsy feelings forward
into tunnel falls.
'20:02:02:11:56
~Note~ A lady dressed seductively arouses him...
Flimsy windmill flower,
Shut faces on each petal
Barely spinning
Blooming silently
Understanding your truth
But keeping it secret
Black and white flower,
One dimensional, not three
Like the other flowers
A cartoon to the others
Yet a beauty to one
Who understands your pretty ways
Better than you ever will.
Cartoon flower,
Drawn by an artist
Who understands your roots
And revers your organic originality
Who drew you with faces
So you can chose your moods
How do you do my
Beautiful friend?
flimsy violet
purple with yellow center
perking up forest
from my cupboard fall
all the stripey flimsy bright
things I used to wear
some dull dreary mourning tide
hath made me drab as ashes
© Gail Foster 2016
I would wipe them away if I could,
the words I uttered in anger.
Tainted you, now a stranger,
I pushed you to the floor
so flimsy the words
I’m sorry, but
spoken from
my pierced
heart.
5th place
Contest: Apology Accepted
Sponsor: Barbara Gorelick
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December 2010
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