Tag: Poetry

Brush Off

Hey! I thought that was you.
How about a coffee?
Maybe two?

Hey! I’ve been meaning to call.
It’s just, well you know,
life and all.

No worries, I get it.
Are you busy tonight?

No, not really,
but I’ve got an early flight.

I hear ya,
don’t worry,
perhaps another
time?

Sure,
I’ll see ya,
when our love,
isn’t a crime.

© Autumn Siders 2018

Dig

Money’s always been tight,
I just thought you knew.
But the truth is, dear,
I can’t imagine a world without you.
The lies I’ve told
were all born of love
and the mess I’ve made
is not one to rise above.
The thing about is,
well, it’s that once you start to dig,
there’s nowhere to go
but down.

© Autumn Siders 2018

Cleaning Day

“Your box is clean!”
You scream with glee
as if somehow
this matters to me.

I don’t need to know
when you complete a task.
If I wanted an update,
I’d simply ask.

All celebrations aside
you really shouldn’t be
so excited and chipper
that you just cleaned pee.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2018

From Afar

You still don’t know
how I love you from afar
and wish for so much more
than just the friends we are.

I’ll keep it that way
for as long as I can
since admitting my love
is more than I could stand.

Who cares if it means
that lonely is how I’ll be
as long the smile on your face
is all that I can see.

Even if you read this
it will be hard to know
since affection is one thing
I will never be able to show.

© Autumn Siders 2018

20/20

Everyone seems to walk through life
with less than 20/20 vision
but I guess if you never had it
you don’t know what your missin’.
Wouldn’t it be great to see the world
just as it was meant to be?
A place not meant for solitude
but rather, for you and me.

© Autumn Siders 2018

Finding You

Finding you
was like finding a light
so deep in the dark
that it barely shone through.
Finding you
was like being thrown a raft
on tumultuous seas
with skies less than blue.
Finding you
is like finding myself
when I thought I was lost
but really I was waiting
for you.

© Autumn Siders 2018

Menu

I think I am going to be sick
and I don’t know why
since I had so little to eat
and no, that’s not a lie.
I had my breakfast,
my lunch,
my dinner,
and then the sun did rise,
so I had another course
and a little dessert surprise.
Then I had a bath
and ate a clump of fur
then another meal,
just a few bites, I’m sure.
Then there was the nap
which left my tummy grumbling
so I made my way from bed to bowl
the whole way, stumbling.
Another bath there was,
so some more fur indeed
and then you came home
to bring me what I need.
A fish hits the spot,
each and every time,
but maybe all that fur
should be a digestive crime.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2018