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Medley of Poems by Steph K.

Rather than create a new page for each poem, I've grouped the ones that seem to relate to one another. This set has to do with bitter endings. Are they fictional or not? Who knows...?

 1) Softly Spoken Amelioration (A Shakespearean Sonnet)

 We want to know what time you will return.

Oh, will you please forego all this delay?

And spread the misery I know I’ve earned…

Everybody can see you’ll come someday.

 

No, you cannot ignore the taunts I’ve made,

all the trouble I’ve caused for your regard.

I know your confidence has been betrayed;

we see how your esteem has been most scarred.

 

And yet you are unwilling, now, to show

your face in all the rage I’m sure you’ve got.

We were sure that you’d be here long ago…

You won’t fall in to my deceptive plot.

 

It is now clear to me that you won’t come

and yet I feel that I have loosened some.

 

 

2) A Farewell to Arms (A Villanelle):

 Hear me now, let that sweet melody play

over all the dank and dim sounds you make,

for I do not wish to be grim this day.

 

I have enough reason to turn all grey

but my strength is not something you can take.

Listen! I’ve let that sweet melody play.

 

You claim my tears will send you on your way;

I know you are longing to see me ache,

but I do not wish to be grim on this day.

 

I swear I am holding nothing at bay.

This radiance you see, I could not fake…

Now listen to my sweet melody play.

 

I could fail without you, Miss Primrose May.

There might be a morning I’ll fail to wake,

but I do not wish to be grim on this day.

 

Though I watch you sell my secrets away,

I can’t restrain a chuckle, for your sake.

Hear me now, let that sweet melody play,

for I do not wish to be grim this day.

 

 

 

3)  Cardio Amputee (No It Isn't) (A Villanelle)

What you need to do is set yourself free…

I hear all these things of you and your grey;

you’re everything you swore you’d never be.

 

Our tale is so poetic, you can see…

Toxicity holding you every day;

what you need to do is set yourself free.

 

Through the vine I hear what you think of me,

and I know, through all these things that you say:

you’re everything you swore you’d never be.

 

You’ve locked your heart and thrown away the key.

And you keep telling yourself you’ll be okay

but everyone knows you’re not close to free.

 

You have died, my cardio amputee.

With each drink, the more and more you sway;

you’re everything you swore you’d never be.

 

Oh, it was all you, it was never me.

Pity digs deeper in my veins each day.

What you need to do is set yourself free.

You’re everything you swore you’d never be.