Tag: Poetry community
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Maybe it’s not me
You always learn from your errors, You’ll learn much today…the saying I always apply and hold dear… Instead I’ve entered a foreign country, where none of the residents even look at me let alone catch my eye.
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Wouldn’t it be better?
(In reply to Phillip Larkin’s, “This be the verse.”) https://andrewwhalanpoet.substack.com/p/wouldnt-it-be-better
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The Deinfatuation
I love you, she said. And I sighed. But I’m not in love with you. And I cried. Finally at last our hearts have met, Now she’s finally deinfatuated: just like me. Now I thought we can love first imperfectly, Creating for each a space of safety, Drawing each other outwards and towards, Each other…
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Selfish Me
Is it selfish to wish the same fate on another? Selfish to hope that others suffer worse than me?
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BladeBreaker
First the loud shushes, next the false names then the hidden bruises: all the excuses that defame.
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The Visitation
Is it you or your emissary waking me at one or three thirty conversationally questioning me about yet another unspoken intimacy?
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The First Cut Will Always Be Mine
The glass shatters, I scatter and send my children to safety, Grab broom and dust pan, sweep up the hail strewn floor.
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All Poets are Better than Me (2)
Every word I write is now broken, Vowels and consonants combined dead now spoken, Because every thought first belonged to another’s mind. I’ll stop now. As everything I write could only be plagiarised. Because surely these words were another’s Their letters previously penned before by others Meaning my vowels and consonants are pre-written By the…
