Archive for the ‘Romantic ImproVerse Poetry’ Category

That Don’t Befront Them None: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

April 22, 2017

When someone tells you/
your issues aren’t their concern,/
you should believe them.

Being A Good Photographer: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

April 13, 2017

She used the pic you/
snapped for her dating profile?/
Rethink dating her!The photo I took not intending it to go on her on-line dating profile!

Different Woman, Same Pain: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

April 9, 2017

When she’s with me but/
texting him, it hurts like it/
once did. Thank you NOT.

She Called 1 Minute Early: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

April 1, 2017

If I set up a/
deadline not met, am I strong/
enough to act right?

Eating Out Alone: Romantic Free Verse ImproVerse Poem Lament

April 1, 2017

I love to eat out,
but this was a different
type of meal,
a spiritual Feast, really,
and I longed to share it
with somebody I cared about,
someone who enjoyed the same cuisine
(or so i thought.)

I reached out to her
time
and time
again
but there was never
any response;
never
any indication
that she
was having
the same feelings.

At last,
as I waited for dessert,
(knowing she was not
going to partake,)
I realized
that she and I
were not looking
at the same menu.
I thought
that she might not even
be hungry.
Or that maybe
she might be eating out
elsewhere.

I learned,
again,
and was reminded,
again,
that the gut-wrenching feeling,
the butterflies,
in my stomach,
that familiar feeling
that had come around
for over a decade
was not caused by her,
nor by my hunger,
but was a result,
as it had been
so often in the past,
of my silliness,
my over-indulgent intensity.

So I asked for the check
and left.

They All Call Her Beautiful: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

April 1, 2017

When I call or text/
and she won’t answer, am I/
like her other men?

Waiting For Support: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

March 29, 2017

She knew it would be/
a tough evening. She lent him/
no support. Bye bye.

On The Nightstand: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

March 24, 2017

She might leave the dime /
there, reminder of the time /
he showed how he cared.

Painful Garage Discoveries: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Lament

March 2, 2017

They fell out
of an old cardboard box,
in a pile, onto the floor.
It was like that scene
from Garfield’s Christmas.

I, too, found a stack
of old love letters,
written from she who now,
as I move her out of her life,
must be obeyed;
she who I betrayed.

I’d forgotten,
(or maybe I never knew,)
how much she loved
me.

Her words tell me.
Surprise me.

Now,
nearly four decades later,
I can only stand
in the messed up
and cluttered garage
the cold, damp space
that still holds,
for a little while longer,
the life
which we shared.

There,
amid piles
of old,
handwritten papers,
scarcely daring to read
those words she wrote
decades ago,
I weep bitter tears of
sorrow,
guilt,
pain,
and deep remorse.

She’ll never know
how sorry I am.
How could she?
Until this moment,
I didn’t even know.
I found some old love letters on the garage floor

What Silence Means: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

February 19, 2017

She must know that her/
lengthy silence hurts. What does/
it mean? Broke phone? Or…?