A Brief Compilation of Short Poems - Part III
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A Brief Compilation of Poems – Part III
A Brief Compilation of Poems – Part III
Poem: Dumped
Is the word “dumped” used
because the person
breaking up with you
makes you feel like discarded trash?
I guess so…
She had never been
“dumped” before.
The whole experience
made her feel
like a discarded whore.
It honestly did.
She feels that way still!
It was not an amicable
and agreed upon
break up
as it was for her
in the past,
when things
with the guy did not last.
This time, instead,
it was a sleek and furtive
exit for him,
like a snake in the grass,
making her feel
like she was
walking on shattered glass.
The heart is not easy to mend.
Be very careful who you give your
heart energy to, in the end.
Poem: Lies
Poem: Lies
You left me in a state of confusion.
So, our love was all an illusion?
I repeat the scenario in my head.
I don’t know why I was led
to believe
that you would
never deceive
me like you did
with the lies that you told
and the secrets that you hid.
The lies, oh the lies.
You really outdid yourself
with those.
Still, I rose
out of your web of lies.
I emerged from
the room
after a good cry
as if emerging from
a cocoon,
as a new buttefly.
Poem: We Can Still Be Friends
Poem: We Can Still Be Friends
He says to her,
“We can still be friends”,
but she does not see that
as truly making amends.
He says that they
could still be friends
and when she sees him,
she can still hug him.
So, she takes what she can get.
She does not want to bug him.
The energy from just
the hug is still truly quite intense.
When she hears his voice
on the phone while they talk,
her heart grows so immense.
Will they ever truly reconcile?
She really does not know.
She’ll just live for today
and go with the flow.
Poem: Thank You
Poem: Thank You
Thank you so much
for the compliment
of saying that
I look like I am glowing.
Meanwhile,
Inside, I feel like I am broken.
It is overwhelming.
Thank you for saying
that when you talk
to me on the phone,
my voice sounds calming
and soothing.
Meanwhile,
inside, I feel hysterical.
All of this is too brooding,
I know.
I was feeling pretty good before
and that good feeling
was just torn away from me,
Like what happened?
Since then,
I have not been dealing
with this situation very well.
But becoming a little
more lyrical
is helping
to keep me from
becoming too hysterical.
I write down
my thoughts in my rhymes.
I know that
things will
“get better in time”.
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© 2018 Nyesha Pagnou MPH
