Short Numbly Poems
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Defeated men, seeking solace
Elbows posed on time polished bar
Staring numbly into empty glass
Eyes gazing dumbly, sadly, humbly
Reliving the unforgiving
Lost time…long past
"Oh, dear! There's a lion in my tumbly,"
Winnie the Pooh, said, "I'm feeling numbly"
I'll climb up the tree and get some honey.
Nothing' like sweet honey on a sonny
Day near the honeybees playing dumbly.
2/16/2022
When I am alone with you-
I am trapped in the cycle of being tricked and betrayed.
When I am surrounded by others-
I am trapped in the cycle of fighting back, numbly.
My only strength right now-
Is distrust.
Of windowed light, what's let in
Summer's, may you blind.
As to what eyes' truth, behind
Numbly, coldly stares.
Stay wary, through butterfly's
Flame-speedy deceit;
In the form of this conceit
Everyone, in joy, fares.
Lagi
Tubuhnya kaku! Sudah seminggu dirundung rindu
Ingin disampaikan padanya rasa rindu dalam syahdu...
Ia tak datang (lagi) rupanya
Again
(16/09/2011)
Her deprived sense of touch, decreasing numbly
One full week as a longing casualty
Just wants to say ‘miss you’ sorely
He doesn’t come (again) apparently
The cold is me
The frost my bones
A frozen skeleton
Lost, alone
Wandering numbly
Beneath the still sky
Darkness enclosing
As I coldly pass by
My breath is just vapor
A smoke That you see
But I am just hoarfrost
And dead frosted leaves
I walk through the ether
A shadow you see
A ghost in the winter
Frozen and free.
Black moon... It is my heart...
Shards of night pierce my tearing eyes...
Her scent still looms like tiny flowers drifting in the summer wind...
Chopin plays softly from the corridor, as grief grabs my hand...
It gently touches the funeral wreaths and flowers ever so numbly...
My world is black without her...
I am but a vacancy in a dark suit...
Black moon... It is my heart...
while the stars gentle glow melts away my fears
there is a sense of hope despite the worst tears
the joy of each sunrise echoes through my soul
soothing the last ache that the darkness stole
while the breathless prayers are spoken humbly
there is a shadow of despair who blows numbly
remembering the day before I knew God is love
blessings poured down to me from heaven above
Ripples of vibrant streams stagnate
Songs of flapping birds relocate
Forest rustles hibernate
Skeletal trees shake, underdressed
Mushy, scabbed apples numbly rest
Brisk, harsh breezes pierce life's chest
Pruned trees develop healing scars
Skies of pewter, stone, and smudged chars
Meet to contemplate the stars
Sorrow and indifference blend
A crocus and daylight ascend
~The beginning of death's end
1/21/2021
Instead of fighting- I can let them believe they are helping.
What really hurts is the kindness that resides beneath their frustration.
I can choose to become more distant.
So that I can escape the moment of their embrace which renders me even more powerless.
Because they are trying to convince me that we can take back control of my struggles together.
But I would rather continue this life, numbly-
Rather than wistfully.