Your first little word
Just zoomed past me
“Caaaar” did you say
Or “kaka” maybe
Each day I wait most impatiently
For my name to be added
To your vocabulary
For you it might be
just another sound
A word at most
In your little voice
It means the world to me
At first
You were
Just two lines on a stick
Then
The heartbeats
Felt more optimistic
Soon
My mornings
Were sick
Later
My bulging belly began
To itch
Everyday
I Prayed
Just for Kicks
Some days
Were dazed
By your tricks
They say
Tis Braxton Hicks
Hitherto
Well versed
In our mutual ticks
Henceforth
Impatience
Will run thick
I’m waiting
Come soon
Make it quick
I hope it’s warm inside
Were your eyes wet every time I cried?
Did you feel parched when my lips dried?
When I watched my weight did you feel denied?
Every step I took
Every move I made
Did it feel like a roller coaster ride?
You are safe inside
For in my heart you reside
We are all waiting
Waiting outside
With minds and arms
Open wide
By The very excited yet anxious Closet Poet
I can feel you inside
Come soon
It’s wonderful outside
The skies are still blue
There are butterflies in every hue
The grass still green
On either side
The seas are still blue
There are fish in every hue
The eyes still dream
On either side
Birds are still flying
Lovers still sighing
New-borns still crying
Grand Parents still dying
On either side
Both sides await you
Are you ardent inside?
Come soon
It’s wonderful outside
Come soon
By The Closet Poet
What’s left of me?
A few stifled breaths
A few beads of tears
Not many people who care
Not much black in my hair
My time is up
Not yet
Not yet
What’s holding me back?
A few bottled-up desires
A few pent-up yearns
None of this seems fair
None for me will despair
My time is up
Not yet
Not yet
What’s it that beckons?
A few sparks of light
A few streams of white
Release me
Don’t
Seize me
I give me consent
Go ahead
Relent
No fret
No fret
By The Closet Poet
Eyes teeming with question marks
Smiles and sighs
And
Darndest remarks
Soothing us
While we tremble with fear
Making amends
With a crocodile tear
Laughter that deepens with every
Dimple
A much needed reminder
That life’s so
Simple
By The Closet Poet
What’s Left of me…
No Grandiose
No Artifice
No Gimmicks
No Tactics
Not even Fossils
Nor Relics
Don’t diagnose me
Just overdose me
I’m morose
I’m comatose
I’m ready
Ready to decompose
Ready to transpose
Bid the world
My final
Adios….
By The Closet Poet
You are Fortuna’s favourite child
On you Tyche will constantly smile
Abundantia will abundance bring
Felicitas’s coins will make you sing
Lakshmi will adorn your household
On these lines if you are not yet sold
I can’t let my brains go to ruin and wrack
You are just another tough cookie to crack
By The Closet Poet
Inspired by a prompt for Day 21 on NaPoWriMo 2013.
Your persistent premise
You’re older and wise
You’ve been there
And done that in
A world that’s not nice
By virtue of years
I must lend you my ears
Whilst you perpetually propound:
You are still a seed in the ground
When your approval I seek
You tell me I’m juvenile and meek
When my follies I concede
You most gleefully agree:
I told you so
You are much too naïve
I wait for the stage
When you express without rage
I wait for that juncture
When you’re my anchor not sinker
I would never misspell
Brother as Bother
If I felt quite swell
With no fear of smother
By The Closet Poet
I am a sitting duck
You need not
Glass or range
I am your happy hunting ground
You may well call off your hound
And stop chasing high and low
Lay down your arrow and bow
I am happily in the trap
Your quest here can wrap
You are my Hunter
I am you Prey
By The Closet Poet
Inspired by a Prompt for Napowrimo day 19
