By George’s Girl 2025
Kiss My Bum
Kiss my bum tonight.
The lips are done.
No lines to barter.
No speech to give.
The crowd may cheer.
It echoes thin.
They clap for ghosts.
The stage is bare.
The words are broken.
The tongue is stone.
The throat is empty.
The song is gone.
Kiss my bum again.
The lips are sealed.
The smile has left.
The laughter dead.
I walk in silence.
I keep my fire.
It burns in secret.
It will not speak
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
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Ha Ha, Miss Marie. What a poem to share, but a good one though but depends on how one looks and reads it.