The Young The Needy The Hurt Poem by Susan Lacovara
The Young The Needy The Hurt
They fall in love differently...
The young, the needy, the hurt
Youth will taste of bubblegum kisses
Under the blessing of the moon
Hotter than the August humidity
Holding hands in naive nuzzling
Guzzling every elicit and explicit hour
Believing all begins and ends
In each other's eyes
The Needy find a lifeline tossed
A sturdy anchoring to safe harbor
Building nesteggs and making omelets
Steadying themselves for tomorrow
Against the pillar of promises
They hope are kindly kept
Having someone to stand beside
When they are besides themselves
Sometimes settling for some compromise
Watching for an opened umbrella
Under cloudy skies
The Hurt seek shelter
In the cavern of someone eles
Barely breathing their breathless desire
To be a voice heard by anyone
Other than the wind
They trade-in, trade-off,
But rarely trade-up
Stuck in the silence of another Sunday
Spent reading separate sections of the New York Times
Wishing they remembered what drew them together
Not knowing what tears them apart
A very lovely poem, I'm definitely The Young, but can see just a tiny but of Hurt in me but I've absolutely traded up :) btw is the last word in To be a voice heard by anyone one a typo?
Very insightful with a lovely flowing style that takes the reader on a journey of understanding.
very good writing, I like it, thanks. please read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Your poems are as beautiful as you, Susan....Lovely