Long First person Poems
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It's hard to act like
You don't care
When your heart truly wants
to hug him tight and wide
It's hard to look in his eyes
Which once shine like sun
It's really hard to act like strangers
While crossing the path
It's hard to see his face
and say I still love you
Please don't leave me alone
Let's clear our misunderstanding
and be together forever
It's really hard to touch his hand again
Which once touch by others
But still your heart scream loudly
I know you still love him and want to be with him forever
It's really hard to see hatred in his eyes
When you love him from all your heart
and even ready to sacrifices everything for his happiness
Its really hard to say that I never betrayed him
all I did was to love him
It's really hard to say
that he was the first person of my life
Who is literally young with full of arrogance
Crinkles around eyes and smile on my face,
attempting to hide the scars of my soul,
look toward the skies, praying for God’s grace.
Of wabi-sabi stains, remains no trace,
as friends and foes, my countenance extol;
crinkles around eyes and smile on my face.
Wounded and weary, I slow down my pace,
whilst though yet still playing out my life role,
look toward the skies, praying for God’s grace.
For both pain and pleasure, as I do brace,
my hypocritical heart scores a goal ~
crinkles around eyes and smile on my face.
Futile is seeking, of objects I chase
and yet as I do veer out of control,
look toward the skies, praying for God’s grace.
Seeing that life is no puzzle to lace,
my heart’s engulfed by bliss, that makes soul whole.
Crinkles around eyes and smile on my face,
look toward the skies, praying for God’s grace.
04-August-2022
FIRST PERSON VILLANELLE Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
Rather than put myself in the sky which is so
complete with blue and clouds, I make a space
in a line of people climbing a trail in the mountains.
All night I work on my thinking and waiting
until at dawn I see the iron clouds shift sunlight
and listen to the years changing my life with a laugh.
I say thank you to all the influences that a plant
like me goes on growing fearless as a daisy.
I need no robes, I wear boxer shorts in the morning.
By afternoon I am transformed by the light from my beard.
Some girls think I'm cute. At first I'm shy but soon
I take my wooden chair among a bench of kids from Boston.
At night I fall in love with the first person to stop
his car. Because I am a well of love for my lady.
The drone of stars slowly changing places in the sky.
When I fall asleep by the river it is like I'm dead.
This is so. I use my coat for a pillow and lay my head
at the root of a tree. Shade my eyes from the sun, white waits.
It has always been a mother’s way
To take care of her kids every day
She’s the first person we see after birth
As we grow old we forget her worth
When COVID-19 spread everywhere
All minds were filled with virus scare
Doctors insisted, “social distancing”
Mother quipped, “I’m not listening”
Can a mother be separated from her child?
She can never construe them to be so defiled
She has nurtured them for months in her womb
Now she will banish the virus with her broom!
That has always been the spirit in her mind
Despite the threats, her love cannot rescind
She is present whenever she is required
There is no pain that cannot be shared
O Mother! I wish all days were your days
I could sing paeans of love in your praise
As we grow old we often move apart
But still keep our presence in your heart
END
You shut your every door just to peak through your window to watch me try to pry it open,
You stay silent just to make your painful words run through my head,
You give me psychological passive trauma so that you be the first person i'll run to for help,
You buy me posters and tapestries to try to cover the holes in my walls that you've made and still make,
You make me feel like a burden and like i'm doing something wrong because i'm not always your step ladder, there to hold you up for you to be "above" everyone,
You give me mental issues just to invalidate and disregard my feelings and thoughts so no one can dive into all your horrible actions,
you make me suffer everyday with thoughts of s****e because I can't figure out what I did so horribly wrong to you for me to deserve this knot in my stomach I get anyone that I am not in a state of derealization,
You fill my entire being with misery and twist it so it seems like i'm doing something to you so then I won't feel like I should tell anyone because it's all my fault anyways, right?
Why is it hard to say you are my best friend
Could it be the commitment to be your one friend forever
Could it be that I am scared of you not reciprocating this feeling
Why should this be so hard!?
You are the first person I want to speak to when something happens
You are the first person I look for in a room
You are the first presence I always crave
Why should this be so hard!?
Everyone around me says you are my best friend
Anytime we talk our audience thinks we are best friends
We share the same reactions to situations
Why should this be so hard!?
I know you are my best friend
You know I am your best friend
Why can't we say so
Why should this be so hard!?
In another universe
May we be free to say we are best friends
May we be brave to say we are best friends
May we be confident to say we are best friends
It shouldn’t be so hard!
According to the dictates of Suzy Berlinsky,
a Hello Poetry sibilant chargé d'affaires
female equivalent, sans Grand Poobah
aye surmise she deems my preference
favoring lower case, especially taking
a figurative page from thee poetic play
book of e.e. cummings, (not to be con-
fused with Elijah E. Cummings, thee
American, and United States Democrat
representing Maryland's majority dark
skinned precinct of Baltimore County
seventh congressional district), whose
shadow of fame diminished, but flagrant
flapping flaunting Puritanical principles
tantamount to in traducing taboos up-
ending ala revolutionary lampooning
his trademark imprimatur guilt frisson
faculty of his to delve into controversial
material blatantly candidly devotedly ex
pressing thoughts, sentiments, and re-
flexes skewed asper an irreverent teas-
zing exuberance flouting orthodox re-
finery by playfully making mince meat
of long cherished, fixed, and insulated
mores as shock treatment technique to
exhibit parsimonious, opprobrious, and
noxious malice lobbing fondness for
writing without heeding thy fondness
NOT CAPITALIZING the first person
singular pronoun, i, an upside down
exclamation point, whose dot eye see
clearly despite the fierce maelstrom!
Listen to my "December lullaby"
"Oh, whispering willow"
With love for sister, "salt poured from my eyes"
For "I miss my yellow"
"She waves her wings", sighs "when the sad wind blows"
Her "medallion moments"
"My ethereal seraph" hardly knows
Her unique endowments
"Even without ink", "indigo silence"
Marked her "haven of hope"
"The beautiful dolphin" had no guidance
"Black dove", she could not cope
"Crimson fire" lost in "embers and snowflakes"
"Half of my heart" is gone
"Ebony reflections" are her heartaches
In an "opaque grey" dawn
"With bated breath", she bid "Summer goodbyes"
"White lilies for you", sis
"I'll keep your heart warm" every new sunrise
My dear you, how I miss!
"Blue was the colour of her dress" the day
"The tender lost doe" died
"My porch, an empty canvas" to portray
"The sadness of a child"
"Some other day, some other time", we'll meet
In "vast lavender fields"
On paths "better than gold" we'll share a treat
From death's dark past, He shields
"Those woods along the shore" have their bottom
"Deep in the horizon"
"An aria of alluring autumn"
"Scented leaves", the siren
"Stuck in a snow globe with you", I'm happy
"Can I be the one", dear?
"Shining in poetry's light", you're snappy
But you're safe, have no fear
"Our dalliance has ended" now, so soon
I feel like those crazies
"For You are my great escape" 'neath the moon
"Butterflies and daisies"
I look for "footprints that will never show"
Memories make me cry
I place a "withering white rose" in snow
In my heart, you won't die.
05.20.2021
In honour of Laura Loo
{I have used her poem titles (in quotes) and written in first person to try to show her immense love for her late sister.}
It sucks when you meet someone who you start letting into your heart,
Little did you know about them that it was ruined from the start
Why do people lie so much but they try to act like they're true
when you catch them and ask them why, they put all the blame on you
You made me do it, you pushed me away, you don't give me no attention,
I'm only with you, I give what I can, just a few things you forgot to mention,
I don't never abuse you, like you were abused in your past,
I thought you were different man was I wrong I never seen past your mask
I know I'm not perfect,but I think I deserve, a little more respect,
I try to please you however I can I don't know what more you expect,
Maybe it's my fault, and I am to blame trying to think if I did something wrong,
I can't think of nothing that I did to you, I've been thinking about it long,
I know there's some people who take kindness for weakness, I guess I am weak,
Maybe it was just not meant to be, and I'm not the person you seek
I hope the next person that you have in your life is a whole lot better than me,
And can please you and make you happy each day and be the man you want them to be
I know I have faults and I'm not a good person how you look at me I'm not sure,
But feelings I had started to feel for you I swear to you it was pure,
I've learned not to dwell on things I can't change and leave it all in the past,
You're not the first person I've been through this with and probably not the last,
You don't have to hide nothing anymore of me you are now free,
I'm not sure who you want, but I know one thing who you want I know is not me,
I'm not even mad I expected no less I deserve to be treated this way,
I've done bad things in my life and I guess with happiness is how I pay,
I know this is true cause I been pain my whole life this tells me I still have a debt,
Alone and unhappy this is how I must be, cuz I'm not done paying my debt yet
The thing that sucks is that I don't know how much I owe and probably never will,
I might even die alone and deprived I'll never know how happy must feel
Take one more step and you will die
She hesitated her foot lingering in the air
Turning her gaze behind her
Trust me one more time Hop
The look of concern sprawling over his face
He was young a bit unkempt
His eyes seemed to undulate in varying shades
Just hop
She smiled as she surrendered to his whim
Thinking just a prank played
It was a bee she noticed
wings unbalanced
but unmoving
She reached a finger
prodding the insect in space
I can explain
She swivelled her head
No motion of any kind from anything
She could see the slivers of sunlight
Her legs for a moment
Shivered and dropped her to the ground
Sorry but your the first person who listened
He smiled as he offered her his hand
I am an Ender