So. I rarely share my poetry because it’s always been a very personal thing for me, something I write for myself and myself only (unless I’m specifically writing it for a contest or a gift or something). But April is National Poetry Month! And I have decided to share a few of my shorter poems!
These are all years old, nothing recent. Some of these weren’t written with anyone or anything in particular in mind, some of them were, but I guess you’ll never know which. I gotta keep some mysteries alive 😉
Place your ear right near my heart;
Hear it beating, beating, beating,
In the shadow of yours, cosmic indeed,
Never completing, never retreating.
I rarely wear red and white,
I’m certainly not a man,
I not very fond of large crowds,
And people don’t ask where I am.
Although we seem nothing alike,
We share a common ground;
Waldo’s dirty little secret
Is that he wants to be found.
Give Me Your Hand
*This is actually just the last two lines of a longer poem, but these were the only two lines I really liked.*
Give me your hand, and I’ll hold it in mine, but first there’s one thing you should know:
By hand I really mean heart, and by hold I mean never let go.
Black is Not the Night
Black is not the night with
the moon and the stars,
the insides of cars,
the neons at bars.
Black is the night with
the poems written,
the thoughts so smitten,
the heart that’s bitten.
Drowning in the Ground
Will pull on me
Until I’ve drowned
Within the ground
For in the air
My lungs do dare
To breathe the sky;
I want to fly.