Highground poems on Hello Poetry

the dominique of regression Sep 2018

the ******* feeling
in the world
that you can ever feel
is that being deceived
that someone truly cares
about what or how you feel.

you can never avoid it.
there are so many people out there,
so many, that you won't be able
to stop yourself from believing
that someone actually knows
and someone actually cares
and someone would really
do something about it.

take one example,
the internet,
it's the place
where you can meet
a lot of people

because it's the place
where all the people
are now.

and all the people,
including you and me are gone.

all heads are niether
up or down
but gone.

it's a vast disappearing act
like magic
but the magic is that
nobody anticipated it

and that ignorance
is the most cliche bliss,

taken for granted
as it is meant to be.

s Feb 2014

Four Year Strong

One.
I loved you because you were the first boy to show me attention.
You were relentless and I guess I liked being liked.
Dizzy with the idea of loving you that I forgot to show you I did.

Two.
I loved you because you were the first boy to touch me.
Miss moral highground fell victim to her first taste of lust.

Three.
I loved you because you loved me.
Always providing me with the reassurance I needed,
until some other girl needed reassurance too.

Four.
I love you because what better time is there than the present?
For the fourth year in a row I crumble under your apology.
Empty words never sounded better.

Keith W Fletcher Jul 2022

strange is the range

strange is the range
of the moral high ground
when taken then forsaken
without a momentary pause
Often explained as simply
because
as if treason needs no reason
to be anything beyond embraced
while evoking
stoking
THE fires
of history
erased
as if...
unseen  would mean never existed
When truth of facts
are subjected to constant attacks
they may appear ...
to disappear
like the boundaries
of a moral high ground
So... to wipe clean
leaving around you
all that is seen
whitewashed
and pristine
as a snow-covered valley
surrounding a
large and beautiful lake
where you are
walking along
on this fantasy ...this table flat plane
no footprints
seem to be
left in your wake
if this becomes the moral highground
you choose to take
I wonder what  will be the cost
when you realize that you're lost
or when
in that emersed silence
will you wish you could reverse time
take it all back
once you hear  the sound....of the ice ......go CRAAAAK!?

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