Rejection Poems
Qabuli Paloa
by Precious Whispers
Out of love and sometimes bleak
do they create me to existence.
Together with my colleague,
Who's lying there in a distance.
The ear-splitting sound of pottery
Cutlery all over the place.
And I – I was sat upon the corner.
So I wouldn’t escape, just in case.
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I wasn’t ready
by Elias Becker
You asked me in my chevy
But I was never ready
Guess I was a little petty
My face in a red flush
Your soul I just crushed
It just felt too rushed
I couldn’t give a reason
The air was sick with treason
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Skeletons on your closet
by Connor Mcleod
how many times has it been?
The cold dagger is still there
watching all that was unseen
hearing all the unspoken words
I call you, and you don't reply
I see you but you don't see me
I touch you but you don't react
I have become a memory, a ghost
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You were ready to push me
by Gianni Vermeulen
I know our first contact
Wasn’t that long ago
But I signed a contract
With my heart
It allowed me to open up
Allowed my emotions to flow
Didn’t have to hold my guard up
Made me able to grow
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How ya feel? (Sonnet #077)
by Darryl_M Unspecified
On broken pavements, I walk.
The unsounding sounded.
Unto you, I come, but pass by.
Further you go, then I turn back.
The sentimental upon my ears,
Just another memento of what I want,
You.
Is being lost in your absence, love too?
What about indecisiveness in your presence?
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I wasn’t ready
by Elias Becker
You asked me in my chevy
But I was never ready
Guess I was a little petty
My face in a red flush
Your soul I just crushed
It just felt too rushed
I couldn’t give a reason
The air was sick with treason
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You were ready to push me
by Gianni Vermeulen
I know our first contact
Wasn’t that long ago
But I signed a contract
With my heart
It allowed me to open up
Allowed my emotions to flow
Didn’t have to hold my guard up
Made me able to grow
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Firewater
by Tyler Morello
Valentine’s Day.
She said no.
And not a nice no, a cold one.
The kind that makes the drive home feel like going to war.
Back then I lived in the basement
With a single egress window that would flood
When the downpour became a torrent.
I saw owl-gray clouds already.
Hell, the snow hadn’t even fully melted
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Love is but a game of two
by Khayelihle Bongiswa Gamedze
Love is but a game of two,
I've noted with curiosity.
But who will pair me, who?
Who will choose someone like me?
It is a game, so they say,
It is a way it seems for all.
It is a game for two to play,
And if played well it will pay.
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Lachrymose 3: Lachrymal Ages
by Khayelihle Bongiswa Gamedze
A heart like a tombstone stiff and dry,
A crow atop a willow calls thine name.
For thine pains and sufferings you stand and
cry...
Love and hate has been the same.
And life like death , and hope like fear:
Ages of lachrymose wilt define thine life.
Four seasons of suffering every year...
A tombstone engraved, a name of sin and
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