TheConcretePoet

TheConcretePoet Feb 2021

street of dreams - haiku

when i left you love-

i didn't only leave you-

i left myself too-

TheConcretePoet Feb 2021

Bleeder - haiku

tragic is sadness-

when it bleeds and is in need-

of a tourniquet-

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏻‍♂️

TheConcretePoet Feb 2021

silent realization

silence
during a
storm
is louder
than any
thunder

nothing more
than past
acquaintances
apparently...
no
wonder

my memory
is steadfast
and keen

actions
of silence,
to harvest,
to glean

much is
learned
from
silence
during
a storm

appearing
in
reality's
form....

quietly in
the dirt,
the silent
present
themselves
as worms

prey for
the birds
watching
from
the trees

in turn,
it's
flipped
script
misery....

there
will now be
absolute
silence
from me

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏻‍♂️

TheConcretePoet Jan 2021

Craving for real

You shouldn't want "everyone" to stay.
You should only crave the needles in the hay.
Let the others walk,
and find others
to betray.

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏻‍♂️

TheConcretePoet Jan 2021

"Broken"

All things can not be mended.
Some things will always remain "broken" as they were intended.
The intricacies of "broken" dive fathoms into the deepest of seas.
Shackled to the ocean floor, "broken" by a lifetime's captivity.

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏻‍♂️

"Broken" does not always want or need to be 'fixed'

TheConcretePoet Jan 2021

🔥fire🔥

her *******
were
tattooed
with the
word
desire

long hard
*******
emulating
gumdrop
spires

below her
navel....

was
appropriately
the word;

fire

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏻‍♂️

TheConcretePoet Jan 2021

'victim' of yearning

the moon,
it just lingered
and lounged
in the sky

wolves and
most humans
hunting, reflections
of a full moon
in their
eyes

almost
stalking
as if only half
of it was
privy
to the chaos
below the
evening prior

daytime
lunar waves
crash upon
an afternoon's
shoreline full
of wanting
desire

hanging in
the sky like
an albatross,
it stalks
and it
looms

swinging from
east to west
like a pendulum
of doom

as sunset
takes hold
and night
rushes in
fast

the hunted
lie down...

"please indulge
me at long last"

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏻‍♂️