#short poems
April is a multicolored sugar cube melting year by year in the back of my throat
n.a.
Wether it’s the hope of love
The grief of love
The lesson of love
Or the regret of love
Once you have loved
It always remains
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You said you wanted all of me
So here I am
Darkness
Melancholy
Rage
Why are you walking away?
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You know what you’ve done
But to say it out loud
Is too brutal a reality
It would be suicide by honesty
And you are such a coward
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I remember a time when
I thought he would change
When I thought that my love
Would take his anger away
What a dangerous choice
I was willing to make
To sacrifice myself for a man
Who could never be saved
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When I look back at my life
I only recognize it for a moment
And then it’s gone
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I am so tired
It doesn’t matter how much I sleep
The sadness and worry
Are too heavy for me
And everytime I put them down
To breathe a sigh of relief
I hear the sound of fear and anger
Begin to slowly creep
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I remember his hands
The way they held me so tightly
The way they let me go
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Poetry is my lover
She always let’s me in
To cry
To listen
To confess all my sins
She found me voiceless
Wishing my tears were diamonds
So that I could buy back some time
Her poems come out of my heart
My eyes
My mind
She is so soft
And she never leaves
Thank you
My sweet lover
Poetry
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Was this earth not created through chaos?
Our universe makes love with the clash
Creation is the child of collision
A galaxy of grief
Atom + Eve
Here because God simply said
BE
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With you
I am drowning
In despair
I breathe
Incurable sadness
Not air
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The day will still come
No matter how hard you close your eyes
The night will kiss the day goodbye
Painting colors in the sky
Welcome the darkness
Embrace the light
Don’t fight against the up’s and down’s of life
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If forever is a place
I hope I go there with you
But I know that heaven will sigh
When you arrive with tears in your eyes
Wishing you could face the fire
Just to bring me too
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The truth is
I am ordinary
This realization is equally painful
As it is liberating
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a light touch of the sea
a greeting, for me
a reminder, of peace
and something very gentle
lifting from inside
to meet the breeze
i almost lost
my way today;
it felt strange to be disconnected.
i almost lost
myself today;
it wasn’t quite what i expected
“distance makes the heart grow fonder”
has always been a lie…
distance makes the heart grow weary
of waiting on replies
each time we meet, us two,
familiar strangers… me and you
one, a dreamer, lost in the clouds
two, the pen, she can’t quite put down
no warrior of Wednesdays,
no midweek-mad marauder,
my tank is running empty;
i’m a survivor, not a soldier
from A Pillow Book
Suzanne Buffam
THINGS THAT ARE DISTANT THOUGH NEAR
Crows on a fence post.
Ex-lovers on Facebook.
Facing-page translations.
Fellow commuters.
Last season’s computers.
Yesterday.
Today.
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THINGS THAT ARE NEAR THOUGH DISTANT
Paradise.
Hell.
The Andromeda Galaxy.
Pen pals.
Laughter on the far side of the bay.
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2019:After the First Child, the Second, Mary Austin Speaker
2018:A New Lifestyle, James Tate
2017:Anchorage, Joy Harjo
2016:Poem to First Love, Matthew Yeager
2015:Ode to the Reel Mower, Jim Daniels
2014:So Much Happiness, Naomi Shihab Nye
2013:Habitation, Margaret Atwood
2012:About Marriage, Denise Levertov
2011:In Praise of My Bed, Meredith Holmes
2010:Black Swan, Brigit Pegeen Kelly
2009:In Me as the Swans, Leslie Williams
2008:Gnosticism V, Anne Carson
2007:American Names, Stephen Vincent Benet
2006:since feeling is first, e.e. cummings
2005:The Second Coming, W.B. Yeats
