by Alex Gross
I’m waiting for you to come to me.
I’ve done everything in my power
To Please you. It’s cold, and dark, just
Like you like it. Now why
Don’t you come to me?
It’s four AM and I feel like shit.
This is when I want you the most.
I keep trying to fix my minor discomforts
In the hope that you will have a change
Of Heart. But you don’t, nor do you come to me.
I step out into the hallway. I
Turn the corner, into the bathroom.
I let the cactus-needle water wash over me.
I hear the ocean coming from my bedroom.
How ridiculous is that?
It’s the lack of you which makes me hear things.
But that won’t make you come to me.
You come to me at your convenience.
It appears it’s daybreak, and I
Must go to school. Why, if I may,
Do you insist on torturing me so?
I did nothing to you. I don’t believe
In caffeine, or cocaine, or anything like it.
I suppose, like Santa Claus, you must
See everybody every night.
I’ve been nice, have I not?
So for God’s sake, come to me!
I don’t wish to medicate myself.
It interrupts my creative flow.
God knows, every therepist has written me
Some scrip or another.
I’d rather suffer than poison myself.
I would reason with you instead.
But, you give me no choice.
I know how to make you come to me.
Alex Gross
Copyright ©:
2010 by Alex Gross
A few random poems:
- Алексей Толстой – Растянулся на просторе
- Николай Языков – Вот яблоки так яблоки, на славу
- In Adoration by Sappho
- To Be Carved On A Stone At Thoor Ballylee by William Butler Yeats
- Female ghost in the moonlight by Raj Arumugam
- The Seeing Eye poem – Ezra Pound poems
- What the Miner in the Desert Said by Vachel Lindsay
- Rule I By Eric Mottram Stop Writing Literature You Garrulous Indian
- Long For This World by Sophie Hannah
- Mirror by Sylvia Plath
- Towards Break Of Day by William Butler Yeats
- I Will Sing You One-O by Robert Frost
- Вера Звягинцева – Всхожу на мост
- The Golden Year! poem – Alfred Austin
- Style Ideas For Vests For Women
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
- Last night my soul cried O exalted sphere of Heaven by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Laila and the Khalifa by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Intrigued with Evening by Jelaluddin Rumi
- In the Waters of Purity by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- In the End by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- In The Arc Of Your Mallet by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- If A Tree Could Wander by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- I Swear by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- I See so Deeply Within Myself by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- I Have a Fire for You in my Mouth by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- I have fallen into unconsciousness by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- I have fallen into unconsciousness by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- I have been tricked by flying too close by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- I have been tricked by flying too close by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- I Have a Fire for You in my Mouth by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- I closed my eyes to creation by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- I closed my eyes to creation by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- I am a sculptor, a molder of form by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- I Am Part Of The Load by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- I Am Part Of The Load by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
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.