Black_Eyed_Sioux
Hey Doug, how ya been??
This is a thread for anyone to post their poetry. I shall kick things off:
Like A Thief
Cherry picking in the cement covered fields
Aisles a mile wide, and views second to most
I was sipping from my recycled mochacino coffee cup
And then you walked into my peripheral vision
A blur of reds and blues, like an amourous spectre
Smiling, I was dumbfounded by my own awkwardness
I could talk and yet I couldn’t utter a single syllable
What was worse was I could see your smile widening
As if you were enjoying the fact I was wholly bashful
It doesn’t take much for me to cry into my skinny latte
I said “hello” and you sat down next to me
On the cold marble seat that felt like it was melting
Under the extreme pressure of my sweat and body heat
You still weren’t talking to me and I felt more than uncomfortable
I can’t get through situations like this without a forty page guide
The second hand on my watch was painfully slow
The minute hand just going with the flow...the stifled flow
Speaking of stifled, my neck was red raw with collar rubbing
And my trousers were tighter than a gnat’s nethers
Finally I took the chance to get up...And you followed
Here I was, walking further into the concrete jungle
With you, the beautiful mute, by my sweaty side
I was beginning to feel less burdened by your presence
Then I turned and just looked...just looked into your hazel eyes
It’s wrong to some to kiss in public, but then...I’ve never been right
Like A Thief
Cherry picking in the cement covered fields
Aisles a mile wide, and views second to most
I was sipping from my recycled mochacino coffee cup
And then you walked into my peripheral vision
A blur of reds and blues, like an amourous spectre
Smiling, I was dumbfounded by my own awkwardness
I could talk and yet I couldn’t utter a single syllable
What was worse was I could see your smile widening
As if you were enjoying the fact I was wholly bashful
It doesn’t take much for me to cry into my skinny latte
I said “hello” and you sat down next to me
On the cold marble seat that felt like it was melting
Under the extreme pressure of my sweat and body heat
You still weren’t talking to me and I felt more than uncomfortable
I can’t get through situations like this without a forty page guide
The second hand on my watch was painfully slow
The minute hand just going with the flow...the stifled flow
Speaking of stifled, my neck was red raw with collar rubbing
And my trousers were tighter than a gnat’s nethers
Finally I took the chance to get up...And you followed
Here I was, walking further into the concrete jungle
With you, the beautiful mute, by my sweaty side
I was beginning to feel less burdened by your presence
Then I turned and just looked...just looked into your hazel eyes
It’s wrong to some to kiss in public, but then...I’ve never been right