Proverbial (14)
A heart put in a closet
is a loss of great concern,
but a heart in the prison of sex
will find too little to grieve for.
Ruin is our ointment.
The other is a match to any pain.
Poems on the topic: pain
Poems on the topic “pain” on Poets.by.
Ahistorical
Time as thin as pain,
yesterday lessened
and pretty,
we invent a bespoke
weather of the hour
and find things
to own and talk to.
Field hospital
long in my blood
full of blood sick
lying on my back
in pain my arm tied up
my waiting word
and I hear a doctor
reach out and turn
to ash
In migration time
swans over the house—
his great body in pain
refusing to go
The River
Blessed pain, I lived in Axe Yard
disturbed by the river, an army without desires,
handsome but poor;
worn chapel of time, made this day.
Inebriate
Pain with pain,
water into water:
I have so much wine
I water myself
and hew me a lodging
in a dark bed.
Heels
High heels.
Portable pinnacles
to teeter on for others’ titillation,
back arched as if on the edge
of orgasm or some lovers’ leap.
The spine loses its spring
& the feet their feeling.
Toes in a too-small toebox
jostle & twist like
a litter of kittens
tied up in a sack.
Indebted
OWE OWE OWE OWE
OWE OWE OWE OWE
OWE OWE OWE OWE
OW OW OW O WE
* * *
i hate talking to you,
but i wish our conversations never end.
the pain of hating the one you loved so.
* * *
i know i can be
alone.
i can survive the pain
alone.
i can feel the happiness
alone.
having you around is
comforting.
it's nice to not be by
myself.
but don't overstep your
place.
because i know i can be
alone.
fear
Roses and Red Splattered Paint
A rose sitting on it's bush
With thorns down the stem
That makes a finger go
Drip drip drip
Red splattered paint
In the winter snow
Drip drip drip
The pain will stop
Once you let go
Of the rose
Thats holds the pain of red splattered paint
They say
They say she's strong
But they don't know
She walks around on a daily bases
On the verge of tears
You don't have a clue
That she's not fine.
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