Short Stiles Poems
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Provoking
Retched
Offensive
Vixen
Odious
Calculated
Asinine
Tempting
Insulting
Voluptuous
Empty inside
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Anger is an explosive expression
Belligerence is not an excuse
Careless thoughts of idiom
Does not reason words of abuse
Why use it as a crutch?
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Dogs clearly possess it
Elephants care for young
Foxes protect their young kits
Giraffe’s calves are never shunned
But can they actually embrace them?
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Vainly searching who to be
Avidly yearning for more in me
Narcissistic jubilee
Isolated tendencies
Trifle bouts of insecurities
Yawning at the piercing pleas
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Proses and poems
Pictured prevail
Emotions emancipated
Feelings of frail
Stances and stanzas
Words weaponry
Therapeutic tensions
Designated decree
Odes of oration
Verses verily victorious
Whimsical writes
Grandeur of glorious
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Stacy
Wife, mother, daughter, teacher
Daughter of William and Donna
Lover of poetry, writing, and legalities
Who feels abandonment, hopelessness and pain
Who fears to be alone, isolated and spiders
Who would like to see the Bahamas, New York City and Germany
Resident of Tomah, Wisconsin
Stiles
Who I was
Is who I am
What I said
Was not a scam
I'm still me
I've not replaced
My true identity
Is still in place
Look deep inside
You shall see
Your daughter, your sister
All of me
Don't be confused
By subtle change
I've only adapted
To this life of derange
(C) Stacy Lynn Stiles
Over striding downs with grassy scrub
and into the trees with clumps of shrub
Beechwood,downlands and common heath
in earthy limeston inches beneath
The basil spreading six feet tall
by a freshwater spring ,trickling small
Along shaded lanes with gates and stiles
and wayside pubs,to rest awhile
Pack your bags
It’s time to go
Worn out welcome
As if you didn’t know
Pack your bags
It’s time to flee
Away from this chaos
Far from me
Pack your bags
It’s time to depart
Find another pawn
Build a fresh new start
Pack your bags
It’s time to leave
Don’t forget anything
It’s time for me to believe
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Spent energy
No drive
Droopy eyelids
Must revive
Need sleep
Too much to do
Running errands
Losing you
Cradling memories
Yesterday’s past
Sensing distance
Falling fast
Love for life
Children first
Endless devotion
Now we’re cursed
I won’t change
This is me
Lost in a tug of war
Amidst this jubilee
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
I’m a thief
I stole your trust
I’m a thief
I stole your lust
I’m a thief
I took your hope
I’m a thief
I took your scope
I’m a thief
I robbed you blind
I’m a thief
I robbed your mind
I’m a thief
I raided your heart
I’m a thief
I raided your smarts
I’m a thief
And I’ll take more
I’m a thief
So lock your door
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Form:
Whispers in ear
Tell no one not
What I am saying
Pretend you forgot
Confiding in you
I trust no other one
If I hear it elsewhere
I’ll know what you’ve done
Expecting silence
Even if wrong
Placed in the middle
Just to belong
Whisper your reliance
I’ll turn the other cheek
Whisper your confidence
As I whisper I’m weak
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
I can’t cry
Tears won’t fall
Dried up forever
A built up wall
You can’t hurt me
I’m too numb to feel
The lash of your sting
This time it’s real
I’ve lost the ambition
And drive to do right
I’ve lost the admiration
And the will to fight
I can’t cry
My tears have disappeared
I can’t give you back
What you stole over the years
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
You’re a liar you will see
The consequences that will be
Chances taken ultimately
Damaged our souls for a fee
Non-fundable, you have the key
Open the lock release me
Aggression building openly
Loathing amidst candidly
Thoughts of vile truthfully
Overwhelm our lives tediously
Take the chance, you’ll soon agree
Time has come to set me free
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Form:
Tell me I’m sane
Tell me I’m cute
Tell me I’m irresistible
Tell me I’m astute
Tell me I’m beautiful
Tell me I’m smart
Tell me I’m artistic
Tell me I’m your heart
Tell me I’m witty
Tell me I’m secure
Tell me I’m insatiable
Tell me I’m pure
Tell me I’m not crazy
Tell me you were wrong
Tell me you were ignorant
Tell me you weren’t strong
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Square I am a nerd of word
I have nil problem with this,
Talk to my fellow peers and
They will verify which exists,
I live inside this cube of fear
With pen and paper in hand
The cubicle is my sanctuary
Such a remote distant land,
Open area you can see me,
Without needing to look afar
Am who I am a square nerd
A solid existing shining star
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
I’m on a mission
To shut you out
What, I can’t hear you?
What are you talking about?
You say it’s rude
I say it’s fair
You want the spotlight
I don’t want to share
Oh, did you say something?
I guess I didn’t hear
Speak a little louder
I’m going deaf in both ears
How does it feel?
Never to be heard
Was it what you expected?
Uttering silent, voiceless words?
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Respect you lack
For you and I
Careless your actions
A symphony of lies
Look me in the eyes
When you stutter words
Don’t look at the ground
Your personas absurd
Think back to long ago
When our love was there
Spreading like wild fire
I remember, I swear
Although maybe it was me
Who was in awe by you
Maybe I was the one in love
You simply existed without a clue
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Belligerent and irritated by almost any little thing
Insaneness all around me; craziness is what I bring
Psychosis is not the problem; the problem lies within
Overzealous personality; much absorption sinking in
Liar, cheat and manipulator; trust you should not give
Ambition at its lowest; no longer wanting to live
Racing thoughts; trying to unwind an ultimate goal for an unstable mind
Stacy Lynn Stiles
Tears of joy
Tears of pain
Tears of laughter
Tears of shame
Tears of birth
Tears of life
Tears of death
Tears of strife
Tears of friendship
Tears of plight
Tears of family
Tears of spite
Tears of loss
Tears of praise
Tears of pride
Tears of haze
Tears of love
Tears of hate
Tears of romance
Tears of fate
So many forms of tears displayed
Beautiful falling portrayed cascade
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Form:
I take back my kindness
I take back my care
I take back my loyalty
I take back what we shared
I take back my empathy
I take back my regrets
I take back my promises
I take back my willingness to forget
I take back my faithfulness
I take back my trust
I take back my dedication
I take back my disgust
I take back all I was and promises made onto you
I take back my heart and bid all a final adieu
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Form:
Rhyming words is what I do best
A blank sheet of paper
To lay my pen to rest
Thinking of various ways
To say what’s on my mind
Needing to be thoughtful
Although sometimes unkind
Emotions and memories
Spill onto the papers edge
Expressing my feelings
Taking a ethical poetic pledge
Releasing some tension
Rage and disappointment too
The cheapest type of therapy
The most powerful I ever knew
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
I thought I could change you
What a whimsical scheme
Already set in your ways
What far fetched dream
You’re still the man
You proclaim to hate
Why do I even try?
I’m tired of this debate
I should have never wanted
To change the man you were
Even when you asked for help
I knew there was no cure
So failed you I did
For an impossible task
Make peace with yourself
You never should have asked
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Walk up the drive
Pebbles and stones
Rose bushes align
All beautiful tones
White picket fence
Pillars in place
Flourishing gardens
Such charming grace
Off in the distance
Afar is one single tree
Blackened and deadened
Now all I can see
Wind blowing shutters
Hard against the house
Dimming darkness
Obscurity doused
Sign posted near
On a rusted oval disc
Letters so boldly
Enter at risk
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Loco lonely liaison
Passionless painful prize
Who we were withering
Erroneous empty eyes
All alone aimlessly
Sitting silent suffering
Soulless stranger sadly
Ruthless regretful ring
Astute audacious affection
Brings betrayed blasphemy
Pleading posing practicality
Misleading mental me
Destruction deviated distance
Afar against all advice
Cries crafting compassion
Disarmed disloyal device
© Stacy Lynn Stiles