Cirque du Soleil Crystal | Short Poem No. 17

A short poem inspired by Cirque du Soleil. . . and also the personal stories of people like us.

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I think it’s time that I run away.

Can you feel me?

No, of course you can’t.

You barely even see me.

I’m cold. I’m all alone.

I think it’s time that I run away.

The world is waiting,

and so am I.

I’ve never been more ready.

I’ll make this world what I want it to be.

I think it’s time that I run away.

And I’m never coming back.

The door’s been closed to my soul,

my heart of ice that you’ve already cracked.

I think it’s time that I run away.

This world is as I choose.

It will be everything I imagined.

cirque du soleil crystal

But I’m cold, still alone.

Strangers and lovers abode.

But my heart is not their home.

I remember when I ran away.

It started snowing that very day.

And now I’m drowning in my own decay.

I wrote my future but

it turned out a different way.

Where is all the love

I dreamed would be?

Now I dream of a day

that I didn’t leave.

I dream that I didn’t run away.

Can I break out of my mind?

I try and try…

and try and try….

Then your love breaks through.

It was snowing when I

decided to stay.

This nightmare…

was just a bad dream.

I think it’s time that I stay.

Photo by Talgat Baizrahmanov on Unsplash.

If you liked this post, check out “Bleeding Words” by A Writer’s Soul, and also my own post “Are there Tears in Heaven?”

© Joey Blue and thepoetryaboutus.com, 2018. All rights reserved.

Poem in Your Pocket | Short Poem No. 16

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I have a poem in my pocket.

I keep in closed like a locket.

I’m biding my time. When will I feel fine?

My heart is beating well past its design.

I have a poem on this paper.

To turn back now, I’d be a traitor.

I push myself out into to the field.

Our eyes meet, my weapon I wield.

poem in your pocket

I have this poem in my pocket.

Its words will shoot out like a rocket.

And finally, I’ll have you where I want you,

smitten by the words of Joey Blue.

And, finally, you’ll fall in love with me,

your unsuspecting knight.

I’ll win you this rhyme with love,

because I wrote every word just right.

Photo by Tom Holmes on Unsplash.

If you liked this poem, also check out “Poem in Your Pocket…Literally” from TAMMY’S READING/WRITING LIFE, as well as my own post “Roses Red Violets Blue.”

© Joey Blue and thepoetryaboutus.com, 2018. All rights reserved.

Labor Day is Gone | Short Poem No. 15

Labor Day.

It came in like a car slamming its breaks

from an 80 miles an hour work week.

And now it’s time to rush away, no delay,

because there’s only 24 hours in a day.

We will get there, whatever it takes.

And this will be the trip that can’t be beat.

So that when I’m back to work, I can say,

“This was the best trip, by far, okay?”

labor day

But then I blink, two days have disappeared.

And my bank account’s gone in arrears.

But I’m having too much fun,

ignoring the voice telling me, “It’s half done.”

And then, finally, the end is here.

Tuesday comes in again in high gear.

I can’t believe it’s all done.

I’m only left with a photo. . .

and a teddy bear that I won.

Photo by Guzmán Barquín on Unsplash.

For a nice, short post on Labor Day, check out “Happy Labor Day!” by Mitch Teemly. You may also like my post, “Moments Notice.”

© Joey Blue and thepoetryaboutus.com, 2018. All rights reserved.

Roses Red Violets Blue | Short Poem No. 14

Roses red violets blue.

I never knew how much I needed you

until you were gone for five minutes straight

and I started to hyperventilate.

Roses red violets blue.

Do you think you need me to?

If we were a band, you’d be my guitar.

But if you ever left it’d break my heart.

roses red violets blue

You love me, I love you.

I think your hair is pretty, too.

You smell so nice that you walk bye.

your perfume makes all the guys die.

Roses red violets blue.

I’m so glad I went with you.

You’re the prettiest girl out on the street.

with your boyfriend poet, ya that’s me!

Photo by Thought Catalog on Unsplash.

If you liked this post, check out “Variations of Roses are red.” by Sunsets Sunrise, and also my own post “Kiss You Kiss Me.”

© Joey Blue and thepoetryaboutus.com, 2018. All rights reserved.

14 Line Poem | Short Poem No. 13

A 14 line poem about love:

As I walked into the room I stuttered.

I couldn’t believe what my eyes did see.

But an image of pure beauty fluttered

before my eyes – a dream of what to be.

There, she was sitting down, relaxed and calm.

While my heartbeat crept fast and wouldn’t stop.

She laughed, as if she held me in her palm

strings controlling my marionette top.

14 line poem

Why can women be so cruel to young men

By burying our hearts with just a laugh?

And giving us short glances now and then?

Shooting their perfumes to us like a gaff?

Or did the girl not know the games she played?

Did she not make the moves I thought she made?

Photo by diGital Sennin on Unsplash.

This poem is written as a Sonnet. Check out this other great Sonnet, “A One Syllable Per Line Sonet” posted on Learn Fun Facts. You may also like another one of my poems, “Dancing in the Rain.”

© Joey Blue and thepoetryaboutus.com, 2018. All rights reserved.

Don’t Quit | Short Poem No. 12

Don’t quit, stay.

Every day I see your faces.

Different situations, different phases.

A mom with A dead stare wondering who will be there.

The enthusiastic man wondering if he can.

Don't Quit

The girl with hopeless love wondering if she’s enough.

The man in chronic pain, slowly going insane.

Everywhere there’s different faces.

People going through different phases.

But you have to know it’s just a phase.

You have to believe it will be okay.

And, sometimes, there’s nothing else you have to do

but stay.

Photo by Luis Galvez on Unsplash.

For another great post about not quitting, check out “Don’t Quit!” by PRASHANTT, as well as another post of mine, “Let if Go and Move On,” for the few times in life when you should quit.

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