by Alex Gross
This is the time when I text you
I’m bored in this hallway all alone.
I need to see your familiar smiley face emoticon
But you’re not here,
Where Are You?
This is the time when you call me.
I hear your little voice:
“We’re here, Alex, I Love You.”
But now all I hear is the emptiness,
The quiet that could kill a man.
Because you’re not here,
Where are you?
This is the time when I teach you.
Mom has been giving me hell.
“Don’t be like me, Sis.” I tell you.
“Maybe you still have a chance at
Being what they want.”
You are what they want,
Everybody wants you.
That is when you’re here,
Where are you?
This is the time when I protect you.
The kids at school have been giving you hell
Again.
I tell you the stories of when I wore those shoes.
One of them goes too far,
I threaten him, I know how to scare young children.
I take you away, dry your tears.
Tell you it will be okay.
When you come back,
Where are you?
Mom is mad at you again.
She puts way too much pressure on you.
I know better than anyone.
You messed up again, like we all do
It’s not Mom’s fault that she forgot what it’s like.
That tends to happen when you destroy yourself as she did in mothering us.
Actually it was I who destroyed her,
You were the Miracle Baby.
But she forgot, nothing personal.
It’s because you’ve been here so long.
But not now, so tell me
Where are you?
Alex Gross
Copyright ©:
2010 by Alex Gross
A few random poems:
- Robert Burns: The Cotter’s Saturday Night: Inscribed to R. Aiken, Esq., of Ayr.
- Aerialist by Sylvia Plath
- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – Только на фронте
- Aboard at a Ship’s Helm. by Walt Whitman
- The Gardener XXIV: Do Not Keep to Yourself by Rabindranath Tagore
- John Milton – John Milton Poems
- Upon The Hills Of Georgia poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Fairyland by Rabindranath Tagore
- Blue-Butterfly Day by Robert Frost
- Wandering Singers by Sarojini Naidu
- Константин Бальмонт – Цветок
- The Scythians poem – Aleksandr Blok poems | Poetry Monster
- Woken Up By Beautiful Dreams
- South London Sketch poem – John Betjeman poems
- Sonnet Iv
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Robert Burns: Epitaph For James Smith:
- Robert Burns: Epitaph On John Dove, Innkeeper:
- Robert Burns: To A Mouse, On Turning Her Up In Her Nest With The Plough:
- Robert Burns: Halloween: The following poem will, by many readers, be well enough understood; but for the sake of those who are unacquainted with the manners and traditions of the country where the scene is cast, notes are added to give some account of the principal charms and spells of that night, so big with prophecy to the peasantry in the west of Scotland. The passion of prying into futurity makes a striking part of the history of human nature in its rude state, in all ages and nations; and it may be some entertainment to a philosophic mind, if any such honour the author with a perusal, to see the remains of it among the more unenlightened in our own.-R.B.
- Robert Burns: Farewell To Ballochmyle:
- Robert Burns: Young Peggy Blooms:
- Robert Burns: Second Epistle to Davie: A Brother Poet
- Robert Burns: Masonic Song:
- Robert Burns: Lines On Meeting With Lord Daer:
- Robert Burns: Address To The Toothache:
- Robert Burns: Farewell Song To The Banks Of Ayr: “I composed this song as I conveyed my chest so far on my road to Greenock, where I was to embark in a few days for Jamaica. I meant it as my farewell dirge to my native land.”-R. B.
- Robert Burns: O Thou Dread Power: Lying at a reverend friend’s house one night, the author left the following verses in the room where he slept:-
- Robert Burns: Epigram On Rough Roads:
- Robert Burns: Fragment Of Song:
- Robert Burns: The Brigs Of Ayr: Inscribed to John Ballantine, Esq., Ayr.
- Robert Burns: Reply To A Trimming Epistle Received From A Tailor:
- Robert Burns: Willie Chalmers: Mr. Chalmers, a gentleman in Ayrshire, a particular friend of mine, asked me to write a poetic epistle to a young lady, his Dulcinea. I had seen her, but was scarcely acquainted with her, and wrote as follows:-
- Robert Burns: Nature’s Law – A Poem: Humbly inscribed to Gavin Hamilton, Esq.
- Robert Burns: The Calf: To the Rev. James Steven, on his text, Malachi, ch. iv. vers. 2. “And ye shall go forth, and grow up, as Calves of the stall.”
- Robert Burns: Thomson’s Edward and Eleanora.:
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Alexander Pope (1688 – 1744) was a a post-Restoration English poet and satirist. He is a poet of the (British) Augustan period and one of its greatest artistic exponents.