I held you up
I let you paint me
In the latest trends
Layer upon layer
Of boredom and
Mid-life madness
I hated periwinkle by the way
Then you had the gall
To nail me!
Fancy little treasures
All in a row…oh
I sheltered you
From the storms but
You just made your own
Then what do ya’ know?
You… kicked…me!
I didn’t like that
But I think it hurt you more
At dVerse Poets Pub we are giving walls a voice.
You can join in too!
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Pins patter across the floor
To the beat of stifled hearts
The scrape of metal on plates
Over a pea soup haze
Of perishing pipe dreams
Plates are full
Starving souls grumble
As sun stretches in vain
To reach darkened table
Four sets of blue eyes
Pale and gazing elsewhere
Wandering minds waiting
For something
Anything
To speak
These walls know
The pain of silence
We have all heard the phrase, “If these walls could talk”. Today, I would like you to do just that by giving walls a voice through your poetry. Join in with us over at dVerse where I will be your host for today’s Poetics. Doors open at 3 p.m. EST.
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