Your Poetry Dot Com

Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!

Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+

Custom Search


Welcome !	Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 ·	23-November 19:12:08 AEST

Home

· Micks Shop

· Our eBay Store

· Error Submit

Poetry

· Topics

· Public Domain Poetry

Stories

Community

· Our Poetry Forums

· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

Site Help

· FAQ

· Feedback

Members Areas

· Your Account

· Premium Sign-Up

Premium Section

Fun & Games

· Jokes

Reference

· Content

· Search

· Web Links

· All Links

Top

· Top 30

Help This Site

Others

· Recipes

· Moderators

Our Other Sites

· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

Social

cruel

Contributed by me on Sunday, 4th January 2004 @ 10:46:35 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

I was very cruel last night.
Looking up from her pillow she says:
Do you have something against me?
Did my words haunt her dreams?
The guilt destroys me,
but the anger remains
potent and poisonous.
It tastes bitter on my lips,
and in my words.
Good-morning, I say
and go to brush my teeth.
I could not lie
although she needs it.
I am intoxicated with my own venom.
Ive held it inside,
but it escapes in weak moments,
the WRONG moments,
when a song, or thought summons my tears.
Its never the truth I speak,
because I am not strong enough.
I hide it behind my eyes,
but there it shows,
and I slip the poison in my words.
Listen, I said yesterday,
to what Im not saying.
She desperately wants to understand me.
Thats very poetic, she said weakly,
disappearing almost,
becoming an insulted shadow.
Didnt you know? Im a poet.
Her desperate eyes followed me around the kitchen,
waiting for me.
I hated her!
Im ashamed and hateful.
I cant say what I mean.
I hide it.
I try to be perfect,
while in my mind the hatred burns ferociously.
Then, in my weak moments,
I deliver these little murders,
beautiful performances.
I cant catch my breath
or dry these selfish tears.
I isolate myself,
and become completely self-absorbed.
She said two jobs will be too much,
and I returned,
Actually, I already have 4 or 5 jobs....
A calculated accusation.
I looked right through her.
You always helped fold laundry,
and did whatever you could manage,
even when you were little.
She offered appreciation,
but I could not accept it.
I guess I was always a little fool.
With a swift switch of the wrist,
I have committed another
excellently executed little murder.
I made a graceful exit
holding the dagger in my hands,
dripping blood on the freshly-vacuumed carpet.
Her eyes must have followed me out,
still loving me...

Copyright © me ... [ 2004-01-04 10:46:35]
(Date/Time posted on site)

Advertisments:

Previous Posted Poem | | Next Posted Poem

Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more

All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.

While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com