You can write a poem
To him each night
Formulate a daydream
For him each window you gaze out
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You can immortalise him
In a painting of words and
A chorus of laments
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You can gaze at him
Like a constellation of stars
Mark out his flaws
Like charting a map
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You can, of course, love him
But that doesn’t mean you can have him
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(When have you ever held the things you love?)
About the Creator
Poppy
poetry in progress
Where's the Glory?
In breaking news, rehabilitated Republican Senator Johnnie Johnson (Pronouns: HE, HIM, HIS) called a press conference from the Men’s room of the New Orleans Louis Armstrong International Airport, Concourse B, across from the Ignatius Reilly’s Lucky Dog stand. The Senator had just returned from a sexual reorientation rehabilitation program in Memphis, TN after being publically disgraced at a Buckee’s Truckstop restroom soliciting sex from an undercover cop three months ago. He is a founding member of the Reformed Christians for Christ, a conservative, pro-family and ex-gay advocacy group. In the spirit of being reborn, Senator Johnson invited reporters to marvel at his plans for a major remodeling of airport bathrooms.
By Cathy Schieffelin4 days ago in Humor
Comments (8)
So true- beautifully heartbreaking- loved it!
Beautiful and sad. Loved the progression from each stanza to the next of different ways to be consumed with someone without actually having them
Beautifully written… as an optimist, surely there have been many times the last line has been true!🤔🙃
Now that is the story of my life. Loved your poem!
Ugh, that LAST LINE!
Love that poignant question, Poppy. Wish I had the answer to that! A thoughtful and well-written poem.
Oh damn Poppy!!! That was brilliant! Incredible! Poignant! And bone deeply tragic. Oh we’ve all been there. This is my new favourite poem you’ve ever written!
Ouch.... this was another beautifully heartbreaking piece Poppy!! So so good!