Summer Shaw


On The Verge Wearing Yellow


A banana whale on wheels with a belly full of poisons
and I drive her with no one but the wind to talk to

I stand on two laced up wallets and try to hold my head up high
maybe to god or the trees or anyone but you and you and you

I unwind my phallic extension and let go the pent-up pressure
feeling incomplete and dangerously close to getting caught

Huffing back to my sea monster whom I wish death upon
I try shedding tears to float back on wanting to undo my past choices

Even you though you pump blood through my heart and open wide with me
every part softening when I see your two closed jewels in the night

I am a massive ton now killing the Earth and quaking at my stench
I was never meant for this, was anyone?

Submitted: Saturday, July 06, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (On The Verge Wearing Yellow by Summer Shaw )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. ZZ Was Hitler A Vegetarian, Saiom Shriver
  2. Palestinian DNA, Saiom Shriver
  3. Challengers for July's Contest - You Can.., Brian Johnston
  4. , Emily Kawai
  5. , Emily Kawai
  6. Armies Of Angels, Saiom Shriver
  7. Departing Memories, Midnights Voice
  8. one hundred and twenty two miles, days, .., Mandolyn ...
  9. July 31,2014, Erica Borges
  10. Where Did It Go To?, Brian Johnston

Poem of the Day

poet Percy Bysshe Shelley

We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;
How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,
Streaking the darkness radiantly!--yet soon
...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

poet Jessie Mackay

 
[Hata Bildir]