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Cured
poor hand like a hanging ham
I carry to any enemy or love
see how it hopes to change
and grow clear as a promise
Poems on the topic: promise
Poems on the topic “promise” on Poets.by.
Straight shooter
the first morning
of my promise not to lie
my promise of the child in me
I say bring me
a gun to wear
red locks almost look natural
Disillusion
how to let them contend
how to clear myself
from any expectation of people
their promise left me raw
to free the flag in my hand
I carried it everywhere
Circumscribed
I have seen a ship in a well
and a compass in bed
what will become of all my promise
in a quiet life
Gut
I observe how ordinary
is this miracle of a laborer
swallowing down into his belly
all threats and promises
like a better world
so truly round
and so little hurt to any man in it
I've Been Wrong About Love And First Kisses
I've been writing books about it for years-
Love, I mean-
And a lot of my readers like to tell me how good at it I am-
But then you lifted my chin and kissed me and it made that sound,
And I realized how wrong I've been.
Love isn't an escape from the pain of my past-
It's the home everyone tries to keep me away from-
Love isn't just a kiss and those 3 words,
It's the promises made with them-
The 'I'll be there for you' and the 'I won't let them hurt you-'
Love isn't an emotion,
It's a state of being-
And I am there-
Love is a song about protection,
Love is a safety blanket,
Love is a hoodie,
What 'I Love You' Really Means
When we say we love something,
What do we really mean?
Did you mean that 'I love you'
You told your girlfriend,
Your boyfriend,
Your partner?
Or was it just a greeting,
A farewell?
When I say that I love you,
I say it with all my heart.
All my soul.
Because when I love,
I don't do it lightly.
I love you,
All the way,
Or not at all.
* * *
i offer you my kindness
for nothing but a promise
promise that just like mine,
your back is there to lean on
promise that just like mine,
your shoulder is there to cry on
promise that just like i,
you will listen to the pain
for my kindness
it has been abused
for my kindness
it has been taken for granted
for my kindness
it has been used
i promise you my kindness,
please promise the same.
Ya Thought Wrong
their eyes dimmed
and one cried while the other huffed and another just kept staring
like waiting for my Sooby-Doo mask to come off
maybe two or three more times
before i'm back to being me
but
when will people finally understand
promises are just empty words
and all of them were just
temporary fill-ins
Pinky Promises
for every time you failed to come through
you should have broken your pinky
because promises mean nothing
if you don't lose something in return
but you didn't
you gained and gained and gained
maybe that's why i'm unafraid
of broken pinkies too
the chase.
we've yet to be anything but strangers,
though you promise that will change.
and every time you say it,
i loose a little more faith.
we came so close, so how were we so far
from knowing that in the end we'd drift away with the currents, like every other day
maybe i have a thing for getting so close,
for loving someone who's incapable of loving me, for giving my all and getting nothing in return.
with that being said, it's all i know.
all i've ever known were,
empty promises, and lies.
it should be no surprise that i fall for these types of guys.
the ones who give you just enough attention to keep you attached.
and you fall for it.
telling yourself; it'll be different,
Six figures
A lie on Friday
A lie on Saturday
A lie on Sunday
Right before the dusk or dawn?
A promise on Wednesday
A promise on Thursday
A promise on every day that ends in 'y'
Why?
I ask.
Why do you lie
To me? You don't answer
I never spoke the question out loud
You always take more than allowed
Maybe it's my fault
Oh, it's definitely my fault
And all my faulty empathy
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