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Nat Lipstadt Sep 8
deserve
it more than most, more than anyone, indeed, in deed,
your passion drowns me,
overwhelms and even makes me admit
out loudly
over comes

your faceted identities,
delight, charm, provoke,
and evoke
multitudes of moods, desires,
even writings...
but you are too stern,
this thing called love,
is tissue soft, so hard to form,
so easily torn, it requires
time & hard work, many words,
though oft the fewest are supreme,
and I laugh at myself, for the only word
I think that rhymes with supreme
is
dream
which is
just another synonym
for
endless opportunities


and I, we, read each others poems
to each other
quietly,
for that is the only, & the best way.
"Poetry is confession, obsession, reflection.
Empathic minds, valentines, hope divined.
It's a kiss, whispered sweetly" (2)



who needs challenges, commissions.
kicks~in~le butte~
when heaven heaves rains, one downs tall orders in
short shot glass verses, which glossed over at its
first communion(cation,
come back
months later
to subtract - another
poem from where it lay dormant
on the doormat
of my sub~sub~terranes
of my diluted subconscious au natured dry & rugged terrain

a favored poet,
a secretive admirer,
whoa~whose~her truthful name, I've yet to uncover,
but whose one true soul inspires me repeatedly,
ana~lyrically licks me into
dredging from me
un begrudgingly

and yet,
another love poem,
she herself wrote when elixiring (commentating (3))
'pon one of mine,
a long long time ago

Alas!  Alack!
unnaturally immodest,
one concedes,
when obviously a Super~Woman!-cedes,
seeds in three verses, what I  could never unknot
nor uncover

so I requite & requote with
unlabored pleasure
miz patty m's
primary terse verse,
neither secondary & never tertiary,
her absolut perfect mixed drink
defining, summarizing,
the essences of love

"(Love) Poetry is confession, obsession, reflection.
Empathic minds, valentines, hope divined.
It's a kiss, whispered sweetly"


I concede, in deed,
and in writing,
I know nothing,
of writing
of only love poetry
and all the great predecessors,
elsewhere lyricized, named and tabulated,
by yet another women, (1)
I will take my weary words elsewhere,
and if
perhaps,
disguised as a woman,
(Natalie, Natasha, Natali
see note below)

perhaps my verbal herbal insides,
my turgid insights,
will be shorter, sweeter,
but never more completer
than those of,
who can syncopate it
in rhyme
and the naming of my
predilection,
by mid~initial,
will give a measuring
of solace, and
a kiss and hug from my mirrored selfie,
having been unsuccessful at
my one chosen endeavor,
only love poetry,
adieu,
I, due,
utter
Nevermore
                    M>
(1)
see https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5134157/whispers-of-the-romantic-soul/
(2)
patty m
(3)
pompous stupid word; use commenting
(4)
https://www.google.com/search?q=female+names+that+start+with+Nat&sca_esv=dee9b9933ec66180&rlz=1C9BKJA_enUS1169US1169&hl=en-US&sxsrf=AE3TifMLzVbCWkH-hNwziZl2gYN5AIX_dQ%3A1756974288039&ei=0Ey5aPeUAt_Q5NoPjNus8AY&oq=female+names+that+start+with+Nat&gs_lp=EhNtb2JpbGUtZ3dzLXdpei1zZXJwIiBmZW1hbGUgbmFtZXMgdGhhdCBzdGFydCB3aXRoIE5hdDIGEAAYCBgeMgsQABiABBiGAxiKBTILEAAYgAQYhgMYigUyCBAAGIAEGKIESJxFUNQXWI9AcAJ4AJABAZgBZqABqAWqAQM1LjO4AQPIAQD4AQGYAgOgAu0BwgIHECMYsAIYJ8ICBxAAGIAEGA3CAgYQABgNGB7CAggQABgFGA0YHpgDAIgGAZIHATOgB8IYsgcBM7gH7QHCBwUwLjIuMcgHBQ&sclient=mobile-gws-wiz-serp
Grace Jan 2021
Compromise feels
only like my complete demise;
I am solely right.
"Our battles were epic and one-sided." Lol Scout, same.

Part 2 of the Her Haiku's collection.
P.s, anybody know how to italicize text?

Compromise always in my head was like: Calm-promise. Maybe I should call this one that instead and stop having a conversation with myself down here in the grey words. Sorry the cringey poet is out right now. Nobody worry, I'm as just as sane as Luna.
Grace Jan 2021
Me
I think myself tall
compared to all below me.
I've never looked up.
- I in Latin is ego -

Part 1 of my haiku collection.
William de klerk Mar 2018
You’ve mastered the act
You’ve turned off emotions
Now everything’s black

I am truly sorry
I slowly grow colder
It’s always my fault
She breaks when I hold her

He’s bitter and angry
There’s pain in his eyes
He bleeds from his struggle
His will slowly dies

There’s things I’ve done
The things I regret
The problems I caused
I won’t easily forget

But i’M nowhere near perfect
And neither are you
Let’s all hurt each other
I’ve lost you two

-M.O.I
It’s easy to blame yourself when you think you weren’t good enough to save other people. At first I placed that burden on myself , but when I failed, I never stood back up. That’s what I regret. I lost two friends , that I won’t forget. I really miss them.
William de klerk Mar 2018
my mind is a chaotic maze
guarded by confusion.
Lost in the labyrinth.

it’s too dark
i can’t see.
i’m trapped in this sick
sick place.

Sanity is slipping.
Thoughts that haunt me slide
into my unconscious mind.

i havnt slept in days

Please
someone, anyone
pull me from the edge.
i stare into the abyss
ready to jump.

i’m being chased
by the demons in
my mind.
They torture, torment
and tease by dangling my sanity
by a Thin
Thin thread.

my mind is
recklessly running ‘round rampant.
and swiftly shifting sideways
then twisting, turning and tilting
like a convulsing snake

The voices in my head scream
So loud
They block my calls for help.

Will i ever escape?
                                                      i’m­ so lost
no one is looking
because
i’m right in front of you
but
I
am still Lost

-m.o.i
Being plagued by dark thoughts that arnt yours feels like being trapped in a black cell in your mind. You can’t escape but your lost and can’t find your way back. You feel so alone.
William de klerk Mar 2018
With  a stuttering shacking hand
that is also my voice
I write in absolute silence, my voice is
Hidden.
We think of thoughts so deep
We never stop sinking...
A pen
becomes a paddle , and a book a boat.
And I write myself away
Over a an ocean of thought

So I don’t drown...

-M.O.I
It’s easy to dig to deep into thought and lose the beauty around you. Your thoughts can consume you and burden you , but if we write we can escape.
William de klerk Mar 2018
A black mind is an infectious shadow.
It creeps and crawls to cover the light.
You suffocate
because nothing grows in the dark.

Your broken black heart spreads
Like the disease it is.
Your presence is cold
and your heart is full of rot.

No light illuminates your endless dark pit
That consumes everything
Eternally empty
You fall in but limp and crawl out

THESE people are just a void
THEY take and use
So do go, go into the light
Where you can see what they are

-M.O.I
We all need to recognize the void in people can’t always be filled. Don’t fall in or become consumed. Broken hearts break others , don’t let that be YOU.
William de klerk Mar 2018
Inconsistent shifting sand
burns beneath my feet.
I don’t know where I stand
surrounded by miles of desert.

Only walking on the surface
where everything is the same.
Only the oasis lets me
sink.

but we are a scorching sun
That evaporates
Making us too scared to
sink
Too scared to
      think.

We harden and bake the topsoil.
No wonder we can’t dig deeper
to the water beneath

we are all dying of thirst.

-M.O.I
Today people are too scared to be personal , nobody wants to have anything genuine. Artificial and superficial motives and intentions are all that’s left .people can be fake and change there personality. Things constantly shift and change

— The End —