pages of haiku confetti in the wind
We sit so close, yet worlds apart, breathing the same air but trapped by our fear. Your hand brushes mine, and it’s like the universe pauses, a trembling spark I can’t name, a kiss that doesn’t need lips.
I want to tell you everything... how every glance of yours steals my breath, how every moment without you feels like a storm. But my voice falters, my courage hides in the shadows of doubt. What if you don’t feel the same? What if this fragile thing between us breaks?
And still, the silence speaks. It presses close, heavy with longing, and I feel your heart echoing mine in the spaces where words cannot reach. The curve of your lips, The warmth of your hand, it’s a kiss I can feel in my soul soft, trembling, infinite.
I ache to close the distance, to let the world vanish in that single moment, but fear pins me still, and yet even in this quiet, I am drowning in you.
"This silent kiss is everything I've ever needed, though it never touched your lips."
sensual touches
sate a need that aids depressed
hearts seeking passion
patches to cover twin aches
worn as scars from rejection
escape needs fulfilled
covers hold two stories told ~
desperate duet
I gather the stars in my trembling hands,
Though one by one they fall.
The night does not ask why I grieve—
It simply listens to all.
A whisper lost in the willow’s breath,
A shadow on the sea,
I speak my sorrow to the wind,
And let it carry me.
The roses close when day is done,
But bloom again at dawn—
So too must I, though wilted now,
Learn to carry on.
Not every heart will echo mine,
Nor every flame will stay—
But still I hold the light inside,
And I just simply walked away.
... NO seems to be the word that pops to mind
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Oh lovely lady of ivory hair
How your pale skin shimmers in the day
How your hazel eyes compliment your smile
With teeth as white as pearls
And lips of a blushing rose
Your walk as even as a calm stream
And your voice as sweet as honey
Such a shame for a soulless shell
She holds such an untrue beauty
Her eyes as empty as a soulless corpse
Her smile holds only a wicked happiness
Her lips shoot cold truth only to disturb
Her walk has no elegance but holds only pride
She lets her hair display her envy
Dyed red with rage of rejection
Her pale skin shattered with broken innocents
If you see this broken woman wandering near
Do not ward her away
I fear she may collapse where she stands
Like a branch under unbearing pressure
Of being alone and unloved
Someone brought tacos
to the basement bar—
al pastor, slick with pineapple
and something red
that warned from the foil.
I took one
because she handed it to me
with both hands
and said nothing.
We ate standing—
elbows touching,
our breath fogging the same patch
of mirror behind the liquor shelf.
My tongue lit up
mid-bite.
Heat
that made my eyes water
the way they do
when I say too much
in a poem
and no one cries.
She nodded once
like I’d passed
some unspoken threshold,
then wiped her fingers
on the hem of my draft
and said,
now you’re getting it.
I wrote a documentary
that would have won a BAFTA
But nobody would fund it
It was not what they were afta
I pitched the plot to Netflix
cuz they have a lot of money
They sent me packing, laughing
“Don’t call us, we’ll call you, Sonny”
I lastly pitched to Paramount
hoping they’d save the day
They took one look at me
shook their head and said, “No way!”
It’s such a shame that no one knows
your worth unless you’re famous
I always seek some solace from
those cookies made by Amos …
Famous (yummy) Amos (yummy)
“Makes your eyes light up (and)
Your tummy say ‘Howdy.’”
"Nap," written in blue
Resting means I'm a burden
Get no rest at night
To see the depths of my soul
You might just know rejection
O’ dear, I learned today you’re spoken for;
I asked the question, got the answer: “no”.
Ayayaye…but, considering the blow
wasn’t so bad, I’m glad I tried to score.
Oh dear,—(I must admit)—you know what’s more?,
you’ve snatched the beauty right out from this low
world; o’ diamond, why must you hoard it so?
All other charms have lost their glow, they bore
me now…I hadn’t grasped what beauty meant
’til I had seen your radiant strutting gait. ?
Nevertheless, I do not write this sonnet
that I should have something to bemoan it;
Rather, I’m thankful for the sort of fate
that sends me for a spiralling ascent.
i speak
my words fall to the wayside
off a cliff into the great abyss
i hear myself
but no one else takes notice
as if i'm walking through
a fog that's dense
and everyone is blind
i speak yet
no one hears a word i say
i'm wading trough
a pool of driftwood
i may as well join in
and float towards
the great unknown
i'm alone while
everyone around me
goes about their business
oblivious to me
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Every rejection, a redirection
Don't be ashamed or let it tame you.
Don't let them change you,
If they won't accept who you are.
People don't value
What they can't control or own,
Just stay in your lane doing it your way.
Many only wanna partake
In your blessings not lessons
I hope you understand this!
Just be you as you are, do you
Always look forward
Don't be a coward
Let go of all that no longer serve or value your worth.
Master yourself
Know your mind, for it's the only limitation
Let no one belittle you
Leave wherever you're not welcomed.
Whenever you're rejected;
Give yourself selflove injection,
Steadily giving yourself self reliance.
"Painful"
"Unworthy"
You question why you exist
Loathing
Self-Pity
Its lies you cannot untwist
Empathy
And reason
They bid farewell
As love
And self-esteem
Also parallel
Negativity fills faster than adipose cells
Mademoiselle
Are you truly well?
No
It takes courage to say
To seek closure
To make way
For much needed composure
Then realisation sweeps in
That our rejection is from deep within
If we never love, if we never care
We cease to be human
We fail to be fair
To our infinite inner beauty
To our imperfect self found nowhere
Take care and repair
For rejection is not the end of thy flair
Wisdom.
Wisdom, my beautiful sister,
take over me completely and filter out the dross,
i know there is a painful blockage,
that`s holding in a sense of loss.
Be it from rejection, the orphan spirit too,
a generational curse or bloodline covernant
a painful lifelong emptiness
God i give it to you.
Insecurity,people pleasing,angry at my past,
Wisdom open me up and release me from the stigma outcast.
Breakdown after breakdown, an effort being me,
no sense of purpose nor belonging nor any identity,
Wisdom you know everything, i cast this on to you,
My Lord my GOD, give me the strength to see this through.
I offered her my trembling heart,
A blossom pale beneath the sky,
But she, with cold and careless art,
Let it wither and pass by.
I sang for her the sweetest song,
A melody of stars and sea,
But she, unmoved, walked on too long,
She did not turn to glance at me.
The moon was kind and watched my tears,
The night was soft and full of sighs,
Yet she, untouched by all my fears,
Had love for others in her eyes.
Now silence stands between us two,
A wall of sorrow, cold and stark.
The dreams I held, I bid adieu,
She left me weeping in the dark.
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