Sixteen

Sweet sixteen

A cake but you can’t blow out the candles

Gifts selected, gone sight unseen

Hearts overflowing, love with no handles

No hugs, no phone calls, a silence so keen

 Sweet sixteen

Wish you could see how bright the lights are

College graduation is scheduled next week

Wish you were with us, not somewhere off far,

A birthday of brightness; reaching its peak

VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0.0/5 (0 votes cast)
VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: +2 (from 2 votes)

The Next Lover

It’s a night for digging out old poems!  Just a short one, don’t have a date written down…

I loved you.

Yep, tell me that I didn’t.

But I loved you.

Tell her that you didn’t.

But you loved me.

VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0.0/5 (0 votes cast)
VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0 (from 0 votes)

Your Penis

Part of my painfully bad junior high/high school poetry notebook.  Which everyone has and pulls out instead of prepping for the holidays, right? This is the last one for the night, bad grammar on top of bad poetry.  I thought I’d end on a humorous note.

Your Penis

I didn’t worry about this

when we first met

you were six feet tall

170 pounds

everything seemed normal

physically at least

We’ll discuss mentally some other time

so what if I never saw a bluge in your pants

or felt you when we were close together

I figured maybe your underwear were just too tight

or we weren’t close enough

but then I saw you naked

and it’s not like I expected something to unravel to your ankles

or for you to be the width of a blow dryer

but I at least expected a magic marker

or a dill pickle

what I got was a cocktail weenie

the condoms I bought will never fit, I thought

maybe I should cut the fingers off rubber gloves

but you brought your own

where did you find them

a new-age pet supply store?

I can just see the advertisement

“protect our chihuahuas”

so I’ve learned to masterbate in the bathroom later

and to never ask

“Is it in yet?”

because, to be honest,

I never really know

I still love you, I promise

but isn’t there a surgery for this?

7/12/1996

VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0.0/5 (0 votes cast)
VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0 (from 0 votes)

WHY

Part of my painfully bad junior high/high school poetry notebook.  Which everyone has and pulls out instead of prepping for the holidays, right?

WHY

I look into your eyes deeply

You look back blankly

But don’t see me

You missed the memories

Your good times forgot me

I’m just someone in the shadows

Not there, not really

Just a reflection in your eyes

As I look down you leave

Don’t you remember me?

Don’t you remember the words you said

Will you marry me?

I swore it was on your lips

But no, you’d never say that

It was just a lie

Like all the good times

All the memories

That have been forgotten.

11/12/1994

VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0.0/5 (0 votes cast)
VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0 (from 0 votes)

Enter into Darkness

Part of my painfully bad junior high/high school poetry notebook.  Which everyone has and pulls out instead of prepping for the holidays, right?

Enter into darkness

Into hopelessness, despair

Fall into a blackened pit

The pit of no end

Collapse into remorse & depression

Let your soul die

Now

You can find me.

2/25/1993

VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0.0/5 (0 votes cast)
VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0 (from 0 votes)

Dream Watcher

Found this as I was cleaning out some old paperwork.  It was in a binder from college….. perhaps from 1997 or 1998?  Either way, still utter poetic hell.

Dream Watcher

All….

through the night

I…..

watched you sleeping

And as you took your breath and drempt

I watched over you

Once you sighed

As if

alone

and I wanted to be near you

In dreams

of love

of pain

of woe

Someone, someone

to watch over you

Angels

follow you all night

but I….

take their hands.

VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0.0/5 (0 votes cast)
VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0 (from 0 votes)

One Where There Should be Two

I realize after almost four years
that some actions become automatic.
But you should know
that I know
that you’re still buying two
when there’s only one.

The drive you have is amazing and precious
your selflessness
your creativity
your subconscious desires flowing into conscious action

I love your reasons
giving one set to charity
to children in need
to my daughter, so the girls can match on outings and holidays
to friends, to family
to every person who could use something “just like hers”

but I know

I know how badly you want to give those things to her
the other twin
the missing little girl
your angel.

4-08-2012

VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0.0/5 (0 votes cast)
VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0 (from 0 votes)

They Fought Over the Four Year Old

Trying not to raise their voices
teenage anger hiding under false friendliness
two girls, still in school uniforms, “babysitting”

They fought over the four year old
Who would do her hair
her makeup
her mani-pedi
her perfect outfit

They fought over the four year old
I was glad when they closed the door
Containing their fighting within her bedroom
And the laughter within mine, for as

they fought over the four year old
SHE loved every minute of attention
every moment of being wanted
every bit of being loved.

VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0.0/5 (0 votes cast)
VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0 (from 0 votes)

National Write More Poetry Month

It’s April, and that means it’s National Write More Poetry Month!  Over here at Poetic Hell, we’re taking on the thirty poems in thirty day challenge.  Yes, I realize it’s already the fifth and there is only one new poem on here.  This is why it’s called a challenge.

In other news, a new poet has been added to Poetic Hell.  Welcome Linnea (aka me) – mama, writer, editor, poet, organizer, tutor, hair bow maker, scrapbooker, and quasi-foodie whose poetry is definitely rusty and probably terrible, and that’s okay.  Hopefully I’ll be adding more new (and old) content on here over the coming days.

VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0 (from 0 votes)

Pink Petal

twisted rose
will it bloom
on crippled stalk
scarred stem, leaves shaken
bud
hidden deep within a wild space
slow watering
parting the leaves
allowing the sun
allowing the dew
allowing the sweetness of life
she opens
for me
yes, she opens

4-5-2012

VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0.0/5 (0 votes cast)
VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0 (from 0 votes)