Shyness Poems - Poems about Shyness

Shyness feels like solitary confinement. It isn't cute; it's a setback that makes me feel like committing masochistic violence. Stuck in silence, ultra violet, mental riot, Nobody likes a shy guy, and the shy guy doesn't like being shy. If I had the courage to scream, maybe my life wouldn't be so quiet. ...

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Wait on my reply, I suffer from being shy. What does that imply? Don’t kiss and tell, I may die! Just laugh and cry, just laugh and cry. Still I should give us a try. So..you wanna come by?...

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I'm at the entrance of you, and I don't know what to do. I don't know where to begin to try to find my way in without making a disqualifying miscue....

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*"Romance is the glamour which turns the dust of everyday life into a golden haze." — Elinor Glyn ************************************************************ ...

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Childhood Love (Villanelle) I remember that glorious day when we were young, We played together and danced through time and space, If only I expressed my loving thoughts with my tongue. Our childhood love was written on the pulse next to the lung, Your eyes shone, dazzled and glistened with grace, I remember that glorious day when we were young. You stood...

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Through a wild valley We wandered Slow... Except for our breath I , all to myself In a panic, Less frightened By what would be called Death. My companion- Is likewise , too nervous, And panting in "secret" Dismay: And now I know We are lovers, Abashed, shame-faced In the heat of An expectant day. He, in all tune to my thinking Has gently taken my hand,...

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Not sure yet, I slowly turn to the sound of a familiar voice. Yours maybe? It has been three years since the social dance of co-workers and mingling - inevitable small talk. Three years ago, this was a not so foreign path. Is it too much all at once? These long office corridors can be home versus the...

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The moon’s cheeks above turned red like a pretty rose. The star winked at her....

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They're yours For you Don't dartton You're draiuve Sure you Pure flai'he Come S'arken You're crasei...

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Can't tie shoes. Can't read aloud. Can't memorize Latin. IQ test, panic, shyness. Confidence goes missing. A corner turned. Ask, and you will receive. College, city planner, romance, graduation. Paradise lost. War drums. "You are hereby ordered to report." Fear and dread. Grab your guns. Invasion. Many rockets fired, crashing all around. Deliverance! Cheers on homeward flight abound. "Baby killer! How justify?" Keep...

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Some people call me Prof But with laughter round it off, Some garnish it with cough; Their loyal but amused hats doff; Better than to at me scoff… The most shy cease to be coy, The heart cruel games would buoy Shyness in any case some ploy By he who could with another toy: By some Ray about to cajole a Roy; My Prof Nickname,...

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Shyness An asset or a curse? I wear it on my cheeks in the form of pink blotches Shyness Something to revere or overcome? I keep my voice silent, while loud angry ones speak Shyness Does it have to do with personality or self-worth? I ask myself this question internally, keeping quiet....

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Shyness! I professed to be pardoning. I was advancing in seeing an astute man. There may, in any case, be different perplexing concerns. What else? the heaviness of the breeze all over my face. Furthermore, the inertia leaves mud scars. Moreover, my heart is blurred. Is your conduct alike mine? Bow her head, she said. I...

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SHY ME I long to be free From cages in me That hold me tightly Can't try to pretend To be unfettered I long to love Sweet mourning doves Playful coo blissed To open heart’s kiss I long cause I'm alone And have pause To be Freely Me January 8, 2021 A Diminished Hexaverse Contest Poetry Contest Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger...

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It was just one of those splendid days, which held no excitement; Moreover it required none, for in its stillness, I was content. Lying on the forest green grass, luxurious blue skies in my eyes, Summer winds brought me nature's music, and I needed no surprise. I found fun shapes in the clouds, and now and then I dozed...

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