Shawn L. Bird

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poem-loveless April 4, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:42 pm
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Oh, you said the words

“This one appreciates me for me!”

and I wonder what you call

that twenty-five years of steadfast devotion

that you tossed.

The weasel face beside you now

does not look like a fair trade

for the pain you caused.

You said those words once before,

if I recall, so perhaps he’ll taste the bitter tang

of your boredom someday.

In the meantime,

we really should just let you go,

and welcome the joy that’s possible

now the wounds have healed.

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http://www.napowrimo.net prompt for Day 4- a love poem without the cliches or a break up poem.

 

poem-deep March 31, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:15 am
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He sleeps

breathing deeply,

heavily,

his back steaming

against hers.

She is wishing for his embrace,

longing for his arm across her breast,

his breath tangling in her hair.

She wishes.

He sighs with weighty somulance

then rolls away, settling on the far edge,

of the king sized bed.

His breath comes in rumbling groans and mutterings.

She sighs,

wishing for his embrace

but finding sleep’s instead.

 

poem- raining March 22, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:08 am
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We’re home, and it’s raining.

Vacation sun hidden

Blue skies masked by grey

I didn’t ask you to say

anything.  I waited.

Too late.

We’re home, and it’s raining.

 

 

 

poem- offensive March 8, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:39 pm
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I am offended by this object.

In my messy,

but perfectly coordinated, kitchen

you have filled the clear soap dispenser

with acid yellow dish detergent,

instead of clear or white

as is the aesthetic choice.

It glares at me:

caution colour

screaming incongruity.

It hurts my eyes;

it seers my sensibility.

But you are proud

of your helpfulness,

and this is your house, too.

Perhaps if I squint,

it will be invisible?

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This piece works with the theme SHARING SPACE on today’s http://www.shawnbird.com/poetic-diversity-project

Please consider sharing a poem or a link on this theme and help me with my grad school course!

 

poem-partners March 6, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:35 am
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Sometimes

when your shoe is hurting,

it’s because of the seam

on the sock.

 

poem-waiting February 25, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:24 am
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She’s waiting for the words

he will not say.

She’s waiting for the words

he should not say.

She’s waiting for the words

he does not say.

She’s waiting for the words

he could not say.

She’s waiting for the words

he can not say.

She’s waiting for the words.

 

poem-lovable February 16, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:51 am
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Her body next to him is not enough

For him to believe in love.

He must believe he is lovable,

in order to love someone else.

If she is worth romancing,

would she be with him?

He must believe he is lovable

in order to love someone else.

If he is unworthy of love, how can

he encourage her to love him

through hearts, flowers, and love letters?

He must believe he is lovable

in order to love someone else.

 

poem- nerd love February 15, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:58 am
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I love nestling next

to your naked body discussing

psychological theory.

 

poem-sure February 10, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:28 pm
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What’s Valentine’s Day for?

Sure she’s there

yesterday, today, tomorrow

but don’t forget

love needs fuel:

a compliment

a coffee

a night out

a gift of time

a smile

a kiss.

She needs to know

every day

that you would do it all over again

that she’s your only love,

that she makes you a better man.

What’s Valentine’s Day for?

Sure he’s there

yesterday, today, tomorrow

but don’t forget

love needs fuel:

a compliment

a coffee

a night out

a gift of time

a smile

a kiss.

He needs to know

every day

that you would do it all over again

that he’s your only love,

that he makes you a better woman.

Valentine’s Day is just a day,

but it’s  day to remind you

that you shouldn’t take you lover

for granted.

If you don’t want to buy expensive

flowers and heart shaped boxes

of bad chocolate on February 14th,

pick dandelions and find good chocolate

every day.

 

poem-made February 9, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:43 pm
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Here

Soft light.

Glimmering.

Singing voices.

Dancing embers flash.

Kisses, flowers, chocolate

Is that what love looks like?

Romance on demand?

Trustworthiness.

Commitment.

They last.

Here.

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This is a formed poem.  Each line adds a syllable to 6, then reverses the pattern.