Life Shyness Poems | Examples
These Life Shyness poems are examples of Shyness poems about Life. These are the best examples of Shyness Life poems written by international poets.
*"Romance is the glamour which turns the dust of everyday life into a golden haze." — Elinor Glyn
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Romantic Love
Glowing like the dazzling distant full moon
And gifted with a sincere spotless soul,
With her heart like spring flowers in full bloom
She shines with sparkling smiles like refined gold.
She ever tweets like a charming sweet dove
To express the depth of her inner feel
And sincerely sings solemn songs of love
From the very depth of her heart with zeal.
Though imbued with a soft tinge of shyness
Yet, her image fans the wings of my soul,
Dispels dreary darkness of loneliness
And ever renders me a complete whole.
She is and shall be the cause of my life
Until the very last breath I shall strive.
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 by the gate next to a paddock filled with dung,
My fearful state didn’t want to be kissed in your embrace,
A twelve year-old didn’t know what to do when love’s phone rung.
It was amongst the summer trees and by the river where we hung,
Even in the face of fear, I still loved beholding your pretty face,
I remember that glorious day when we were young.
I wonder if the birds noticed, their mouths chirped and sung,
It was as if time slowed because life happened at a slower pace,
If only I expressed my loving thoughts with my tongue.
Love can hurt and cooler guys pursued you; my teenage years stung,
Throughout your years I wondered if in your heart if I still had a place,
I remember that glorious day when we were young.
If only I expressed my loving thoughts with my tongue.
By Scott Beattie
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 long, dreadful, hours spent at home
the winter months are not the worst - June, July and August are the culprits.
They drag - like an old train chugging past.
Whistling in the wind.
My life is not a rundown railroad train.
dodging my own shadow, I spent what seemed like lifetimes, watching the sun slouch across the carpet.
Seated at a round table, they laugh in the crowded cafe.
Alert yet apart, I will blend in like a chameleon, like a flower in a vase I will arrange myself to bend with my fellow flowers.
We will all bloom and it will all be glorious.
Introversion
Just home from an art exhibition
brought a couple of poetry to read
but I didn’t stay long left my books
on a shelf and sneaked out.
In the old days a glass of red win or
so helped me overcome my natural
shyness, but my hands were shaking
spilling the water in my glass on to
the canape
My shyness is the bane of my life I‘m
supposed to sell books not give them away
It is a phobia and it appears there are
Many this suffer from this annoying
crawling obsession.
Talking to new people has always been a nightmare
Some people can talk and make new friends easy
To me it’s as scary as a grizzly bear
My face gets red and my stomach gets queasy
It has always been frustrating and disappointing to me
When i finally think “I’m going to talk today”
But when the time comes I get nervous and freeze
I get upset and just think I’ll just try again another day
I would have more friends and fun in my life
If I didn’t have to be so shy
What is it like to be shy?
It is the fear to be seen by others,
When you long for attention.
It is the embarrassment that arises,
When you are faced in front of the
multi-eyed multitude,
As they recognize your accomplishments.
It is the self-loathing you feel,
When you cannot be seen by others
who wish to know you,
Because you are afraid to.
It is to live a life in solitude,
Drowning alone in silence
without anyone to help,
Because you are incapable of being known.
It is a living death
of anonymity.
I feel a cool breeze blow by
And it makes me want to cry
Remembering how fast you blew
Through my life and never knew
Amounts of love I kept secret
Locked deep away, I will keep it
Never revealing one emotion
Of my passion and devotion
Scared and shy to let you see
Your more than a friend to me
I would find any reason
To be near you--it was pleasin'
Having you close by my side
Until the day this magic ride
Of being buddies ends to fast
Before I get the strength to act
Speaking words of love and care
You are gone, no longer here
Taken way to young and quickly
Each day getting weak and sickly
A rare illness with no cure
You were so sweet and so pure
Now my heart aches with regret
How my shyness never let
Our relationship go further than
The greatest brightness of a friend
Nature shows
conspicuous as it may be;
others would say so,
‘no, you’re not!
however, it doesn’t jibe
what you’re and the needs you’ve got,
quite contrary to the values of Christian life.
Again, it’s superficial
judging from the surface
without getting deeper from it;
a helpless failure.
It’s a way to endeavor
on certain issues to determine
the why’s and what’s as they prevail
in the mainstream of being shy.
Well, individual differences
can excuse us to be judged, then.
That shyness in me articulates
God’s spirit and love.
In prayer and in silence
of the heart willing to inspire
to anyone who cares to know who really I am.
Muted shyness
A failures frown and a sunken smile written across my face
My uncomfortable eyes and suspicious looks darting all around
I try to hide these tremoring hands and tapping feet
My racing heart and shallow breath are easier to disguise
Contradicting mind, thoughts accelerate yet no words make sound,
Just an outer shell muted by this curse
An extravert inside of me which doesn’t allow the world to see
Judgemental feelings, am I weak?
Every thought to speak overwhelms me,
Each sentence and word combine they mix and form to one
A senseless mould of comprehension which appears and then it’s gone
Fear of embarrassment and rejection is now a rule, a belief imprinted in my soul
Looked upon with fear, aggression or pity
It’s holding him back I hear them say, believing I am not seen as I am not heard
Furious that they say these things, it only makes it worse
Given time and no issue made, I will show you who I am
For I am, I’m me
Afraid, Buts, Cautious
Destroys Everything, Failure?
God? Happiness? Imprisoned
Jackass? Killer, Life?
Monotonous, Nothing?
Options, Power, Quest!
Understanding, Voice! Witness
life was the grains of hope
that slipped through my fingers,
the chilling breath that scurried
around my afflicted mind.
I heard your whispers
through the telephone wires,
felt your coldness
through a pretentious world.
No sister, nor brother
to confide in,
not that anyone cared,
lonely days, lonely nights
where to drift through the burden
of one’s mind to that visionary
place, there, where one casts aside
reality and takes on an entity,
a power with the ability to right
all that is wrong, a sanctuary
that maroons the real world in
rampant arrogance, and it’s
populous totally ignorant
of what goes on,
in the heart of a lonely soul!
© Harry J Horsman 2000
Your choice dark or light
Never shy from a mental fight
Chess is my delight
By Robb A. Kopp
in my lonely happiness
my secret joy abounds
it's because i've found away
of keeping you around
even when your far away
i keep you in my mind
your image always with me
i hope till the end of time
hopeing, just wondering,
and pretending the most i suppose
staring out into space
letting my mind compose
hours, seconds, minutes of joy
while idle time is disposed
i'd like to think of different ways
i would like to propose
but i'll always keep you secret
and keep you safe in my mind
because in my mind we're best friends
and we're together all the time