Short Hesitantly Poems

To make amends,
to soothe hurts with a vow,
the most opportune time,
my friend, is now.

Postponing kindness,
we hesitantly  wait.
Tomorrow, as always
comes too late....

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Amid barking clouds death evanesced 
fighting grieving hesitantly inclining 
for justice keening for life moaning 
not obeying only persevering
quarrel remaining, soul tearing…...

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How lonely she must be

Her trusted bird forcibly forsakes the warmth of its roost for another

Her beautiful leaves weakly wave goodbye to the reality of their being

Her delicate bark hesitantly hibernates behind an icy embrace to emerge battered

How lonely she must be...

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From behind veiled clouds the moon awaits 
hesitantly. It’s time to greet
restless souls that roam on Halloween.
What shall it be....a trick or treat?

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15th October, 2015
Contest: Halloween Moon
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Placed 1st...

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...  in the rhythmic swishing 

          of the ebb tide hesitantly 

               leaving the sandy shoal,

                    something there hushes 

                         down  the turmoils, tremors

                              of the tormented, weary soul ......

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I’m hesitantly ecstatic,
And devoutly Republicratic,
A conservative eclectic,
And a pragmatic romantic.

I scoff at reality,
I’m a collection of coined morality,
I’m a gracious curmudgeon,
And everyone’s conundrum,
Does this make me gregariously timid?
Or just consistently inconstant?...

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“Farewell alma mater, Farewell” 
May was warm, smelled of carnations
crisp white crinolines whispered beneath new dresses
as the Eastern girls flowed hesitantly through rows
of flowered garland arches
to their tomorrows.

4/26/19

A Garland Poetry Contest
Sponsor, Julia Ward  1st Place...

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In the rhythmic swishing

   of the dawn's ebb tide 

      that hesitantly leaves 

         the soft, sandy shoal,

            something there hushes  

               down the cold turmoil, 

                  the trembling, the fear

                     of the weary, urban soul....

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Rippling glass
dancing under dim light,
letting one pass
hesitantly but smoothly,
giving life to some creatures,
bringing death to others,
but it is a sacred component
for all to live.

Cleanses the world,
and for some,
even the soul,
hiding mysterious lands
from us,
that we still pollute....

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A Dream For Maureen

saw her peeking hesitantly 
through the window  
shaped as a page yellowed
with age and scented of violets
and forget me nots, a posey
once given shyly 
and received with love.
I reached toward her
she stepped gingerly into
my world of words and wishes
for a long spring afternoon....

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I hear it was a war
a war that was cold
was it fought in winter?
in cold weather?

I hear it was a war
a war that was cold
was it fought hesitantly?
by those with cold hearts?

I hear it was a war
a war that was cold
was it fought quietly?
with frozen weapons?

This Cold war confuses
may be ghosts fought it...

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We step out.

Begin our walk into the road
to get closer to the unknown,
we follow trails that have been left
at times aloft 
and
at times lost.

Still guided by loving hands
as if pushed by a whistling wind
fully unaware that we have arrived,
hesitantly,
our feet stand
within its gate.

we have arrived
we’re home
at last....

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As we enter another lockdown
for the third wave of this inexorable
pandemic, with new variants appearing
almost daily, and vaccination is progressing
hesitantly, while our school children are going
to remote again, and the ICU’s on the verge of over
flowing, I just can’t help wondering if the seventh  wave
will be a tsunami....

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She opens herself hesitantly,
vulnerable,
a child afraid to look under the bed,
for fear of monsters.
Her drunken soul
spills sadness to the page,
and secrets better left unsaid,
yet I will not go there,
I will not travel down 
the sultry road she's walking,
I cannot breach her drunken vulnerability,
I simply love her too much....

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A healed heart, with it’s tender petals,
	Budded tight to protect itself,
Hesitantly opens one petal at a time,
	Warmed by the rays of hope,
Cultivated and caressed by the gentle,
	Kind hands of affection,
Longs for the warmth of tender love
	And companionship,
So courageously opens,
	One petal at a time,
To the possibilities of a dream come to life....

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The van idles: inside its cage
she hops like a starling
from dashboard to counter.

Lady seer, shuffling the motley,
the significant and trivia.
revealing now, the stamped
and foreseeable.

A flick of her wrists
between each numbered box -
we open that tin mouth,

reach in hesitantly, for bolts out of the blue,
or just news from predicable snails....

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holding on to a cold doorknob,
     he freezes, speechless, confused,
     as she turns back to her freedom,
     and it seems, for the briefest instant,
she hesitates, she falters in her stride;

but as she vaguely brushes away
     an imagined, stray strand of hair
     from across her sad, defiant eyes,
     she swallows slow, the sensation
is gone, and so are they to each other....

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Someone once burned a pentagram outside my friend's apartment 
the day after, in the courtyard, he stripped off all his clothes 
silently perching on one leg by the edge of the pool
A faceless neighbor giggled "he's gone flamingo".
after a brief scuffle -they carted him off to jail...
Hesitantly I posted bail I couldn't afford
the very next day 
he stood on two legs
and put in a 
honest days 
work....

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Fresh writes or fresh rites?
Dare I ask?
Is a death involved?
Would asking be insensitive?

I have been known to be less than subtle.
Did you say that Ross has fresh writes?
Ross who? She asks, sounding suspicious.

I am not sure, I reply, hesitantly.
Now she knows I do not fully listen to her.
Do you mean Rocks?
Maybe.

What are you trying to say?
Her voice is raised, on the verge of meanness.
I wish I knew.
I really do....

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Once an Archangel, witnessing my suffering,

Descended close to me himself* to find 
 
And

With great compassion inquired what was the 

Cause of my pain

“ I can’t understand why so much, I have to suffer.” 

Hesitantly, I replied 

“Well,” he said compassionately,
 
“This is the only way for you, wisdom to gain!”




© Demetrios Trifiatis
 17 FEBRUARY 2015


*Note: Just for poetic purposes, I used “He, himself.”...

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She flushes and drops bright eyes
to hide my image...
I cup her face and drown it.

     [me]

She breathes hesitantly, mouth
Pressed and obstinate...
I gather her corners up.

     [drawing that smile again]

She welts tearlines onto the
Pale perfection: skin...
I wet my thumbs, agonized.

     [her sorrow breaks]

She sleeps, curls framing movement
And serenity...
I weave myself into both.

     [touching the ends of eternity]...

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my hospitalities
over nobilities
above abilities
belittle me

but

hesitantly yet
ambitiously
you need
to agree

that

speculativly and
for sure most
abstractly
so lets

get

down to earth
and agree that
the moon isn't
made of cheese

so

fabricating by way of 
picassoticulating
stolen blocks of
braque cubes

i'd 

like to fondue fork
that one and dip
it's spanish
flavor in

to

a van Gogh 
american
cheddar
yellow...

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During the funeral of a beloved friend,
I encountered death the other day.
He stood tall
Imposing
Majestic 
Not threatening at all.

Encouraged by his look,
I, hesitantly approached him and dared to ask:

" Why, oh mighty death, are you after us humans? "  

He looked at me rather surprised and then, smiling, gave 
His reply: 

"From where I stand my friend, it is you who are 
after me and not I!"







©  Demetrios Trifiatis
       20 May 2021...

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The night fell away 
dousing its own darkness,
a weak dawning light 
hovered hesitantly,
over its scant trembling edge.

Mist was not mist 
but an erasing smear,
the sky was a half-closed eye.

Those who watched,
wondered if the new would stay old,
or not lift itself at all 
from the crib or the grave,
but fade away in its own blooming.

For a long haze-tricked time
we walked in the wrong shoes,
as a dim twilit world
struggled silently to picture itself....

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Tonight theres a fortress around my heart,
walling off the hurt that's on the outside,
my heart is once again avoiding the darts,
and wants to gallop off for a solitary ride,
knowing desperately my heart wants to forgive you,
as I slowly swallow my hurtful pride,
hesitantly letting my drawbridge back down,
letting you once again come gallop back inside,
knowing deep down inside you are a danger,
hearing only my own sobbing echoes in my hearts chambers.





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