When she doesn’t look,/
I know that means she’s “busy”,/
or she doesn’t care.
Tag Archives: Emotional poetry
Don’t Expose Yourself: Revolutionary Haiku Lament
Don’t expose yourself./
Open your butterfly heart:/
They’ll rip off your wings.
Forgetting Pain Still Felt: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
I remember once/
thinking I knew something harsh./
I only felt pain.
What Goes Around … : Revolutionary Poetic Lament
As youths,
we would laugh
and loudly whisper,
(when we thought
they couldn’t hear),
about physical oddities:
Mr. M’s errant
and grey
eyebrow hairs.
Mr. C’s gut
that stuck
out so much
you could balance
a martini glass
on it.
Uncle B’s bright white,
bra-less moobs that he showed,
shirtless,
in the summer sun.
Mr. B’s stick legs,
covered to mid-calf with
white socks that matched
his skin.
Mr. P’s back hairs
(we wondered if Mrs. P
brushed or combed them).
Mr. E’s chest hairs,
curling white against his
tan and leathered skin.
They are all dead.
Now I hear,
again,
youthful whispers
and laughs
from behind
my back.
Avoiding You, Avoiding Flames: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
Maybe I avoid/
you the way that a moth should /
stay away from flames.
Jealousy And Guilt Denied: Romantic IMprov Iambic Poem
Feeling guilt
is not a passion,
nor is it in fashion
to feel jealousy
toward or about me.
None of those feelings
come from my revealing
my nearly out-of-control
yearnings of heart and soul.
Instead, you should be
swept away by a tsunami
of tenderness
brought by words’ caress.
When one you hold dear
holds you near,
there should be no resistance
simply because of distance.
Nor uncertainty or doubt
because we’re not immediately about.
But because our souls collide,
we can decide
to relish what’s inside.
Finding Ways To Not: Romantic IMprov Haiku
When she starts to feel/
too much, too deeply, quickly /
she finds ways to not.
What Will Exclusively Happen? Romantic Blogging Rhyming Haiku Lament
How painful will it/
be the day that there’s no more/
exclusivity?