2012 April PAD Challenge: Day 8

For today’s prompt, write a rejected poem. Despite some acceptances, many of my poems have been rejected for submission over the years–but that’s not quite what I mean by rejected poem. I’m more interested in poems that work the idea of rejection into the poem somehow. This could take the form of a poet lamenting rejection, though also a rejected friend or student or whatever.

Here’s my attempt:


the seasons gather & twist me
& murder me & betray me when
you say, “no. please no,” even as
the sun says, “yes,” & the moon says,
“yes,” & the stars & the snow &
rain & puddles & birds & leaves
falling from trees or falling from me
as you say, “no. not now. never.”


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335 thoughts on “2012 April PAD Challenge: Day 8

  1. Paoos69


    The ritual of creation
    A process of persuasion
    Intermittent, ongoing
    The final amalgamation

    The dreary bait
    A half-written slate
    No beginning, no end
    The sweltering wait

    The ever-passing time
    Forgotten chimes
    Immersed in ritual
    Never a dull rhyme

    The response sudden
    A lightened burden
    However disappointing
    The rejection dungeon

  2. Tanjamaltija

    Apples of My Eye

    Filippa, Gala, Ariane, Falstaff, Gavin – Apples,
    One of which you ought to take each day
    To send the doctor on his way, and fast
    And make sure he keeps on going,
    Because you’re not sick, you’re well
    Apart from hay-fever caused by
    Holstein, Orkney, Dawn, and Empire flowers
    First in the list, A-is-for-Apples
    Give me an Esopus Spitzenberg, any day.
    And maybe a Lord Lambourne and a Rajka as well.
    Lore says eating apples will keep you well,
    Or if you’ll sick, they’ll cure you fast.
    There are hundreds of varieties of Apples,
    Eating raw, pureeing, or stewing, was what I meant by “going”
    By the way… you can bob for apples, at festivals, as well…
    But, for your teeth’s sake, steer clear of toffee Apples
    Because gone the doctor, come the dentist, and fast!

  3. Iain Douglas Kemp

    Dear Moosehead,
    Idiot! I totally reject
    your theories about our starting
    line-up. The boys did good – sure
    could’ve done better. Could’ve won
    for a start. But I’m philosophical,
    it’s early days and we have a long road
    to travel. Speaking of long roads, I’ve
    done a deal with Jimmy the Greek. I’m
    sending your mother and sister down
    to him in Atlanta for our opening home
    weekend and allowing him to come up
    whenever it suits him, the schmuck!
    At least I’ll get to enjoy a few days
    of peace, quiet and baseball.
    Games on at the sports bar so I’ll meet you
    there. I’ll stand the beer even though
    I think you’re a horse’s ass.

    Yours rebuttingly
    Ringo the Howler

  4. Iain Douglas Kemp


    Nobody came
    to my fourth birthday party
    not a soul
    that was when I first knew
    after that it was always evident
    always with me
    always alone
    the abusers
    and bullies came and went
    so-called friends turned their backs
    or stuck knives in mine
    always on the outside
    never invited in
    laughed at and ridiculed
    self-worth was stolen early
    and never recovered…


    …years of suffering passed
    and one day I changed
    something deep inside
    died and something new was born
    I wasn’t afraid anymore
    and I had friends
    or so it seemed
    and had something
    many things to offers
    gifts of words and music
    a joy in my heart
    and a spring in my step

    put still they put me down
    still they laugh
    behind my back
    or even to my face
    and want me to be
    what I am not
    and no matter how much value
    I place on myself
    I will never get away from the feeling
    that so many people can’t all be wrong
    and it really is me
    that is of no use to society
    that quite simply
    isn’t wanted


  5. Yolee

    April Showers

    My poem got off the bench,
    and pressed her brow against a window.
    Air streamed around her.

    Her vellum corner trembled,
    but she did not steam-dance,
    take off or eagle high.

    Blue ink undresses in the rain.

  6. foodpoet


    Rejection of rejection.
    Every night another note call email asking for more.
    Just go away.
    Every night the same thing, the
    Cat says meow feed me NOW.
    The nightly call, I don’t need anything but…
    I crawl under the covers and hide.
    Only I know creditors will go away but never family.
    Now I pull out of the bed sheets and call you back.

  7. shann

    More options Apr 10, 3:43 am

    The Nature of No

    Understand the true fact of rejection;
    of course, strength is the desired virtue
    though often even the best scenario
    results in little or no effect at all.

    Do you need more information?
    A loved B, B cheats on A, A forgives
    again and again with diminishing returns.
    B doesn’t get it, A doesn’t get it.

    Even you and I get stale after too little
    meaningful conversation, contact.
    Misery can have a cumulative effect,
    indifference becomes status quo.

    Better to bar the door once it’s shut,
    close the blinds, pretend no one’s home.
    Wallow in whatever you must until
    you can remember how to live again.

  8. Marcia Gaye

    April 8, 2012
    A “Rejected” Poem


    “I’m off to California.
    I tried to tell you this day
    was coming.

    I’m off to see the colors
    of fruit and hula palm trees.
    I’m going.

    Alone. To California
    to feel the Santa Anna
    winds blowing

    my hair in California,
    blowing color on my cheeks.
    I’m feeling

    I could be more me, there, with
    ocean mountain desert air
    for breathing.
    Alone. There.”

  9. Janet Rice Carnahan


    Her new camera was loaded and ready,
    Pictures seemed to just leap up,
    Shouting, “Look right here, ok, ready!
    Now get the shot!”
    Vibrating colors, angles, shadows and shade,
    Intrigued her fully!
    As he drove the car,
    By streams,
    Tallest peaks around,
    “Please stop,” she begged, “I have to take the shot!”
    Instead of stopping, she’d hear,
    “You said it too late,
    The traffic is too fast,
    I can’t pull over safely,
    Not a good place to stop.”

    On one distinct occasion,
    She saw the last glint and hint,
    Of the setting sun on the sparkling ice,
    By a slow and chilly stream,
    Meandering its way to the lake!
    “Oh, please pull over I have to take the shot.”
    When he didn’t immediately,
    She vented every ounce of built up frustration,
    She could find that had been barely buried,
    Beneath her calm demeanor.
    By the time he did pull over,
    She stomped away to take the picture,
    Just as the deeply chilly sun set!

    Closing up the camera,
    Ready to burst with irritation,
    She walked back to the car,
    With pounding intention,
    Only to realize to herself,
    “No, no, NO . . .
    No photo is worth this rage!
    He did finally stop and besides,
    The sun will come up tomorrow,

    With luck . . . it will be a most pleasant day!”

  10. Melissa Hager


    After a month or so, Grandpa didn’t know
    He even had a bride; much less that
    She had gone home to be with Jesus.
    She had hid his condition well.
    Shaded him from ridicule and worry.
    No one knew it until he asked where Celia was
    About a week after her death.

    Each day he rests in the
    shadows of odiferous hallways
    Or in the black passages of his mind.
    Oblivious to who we are or who he is,
    His thoughts are devoid of light.
    Shady Rest is perfectly named.

  11. cajun75


    The answer to her dreams
    Good looking, smart
    Funny, trustworthy
    The perfect couple
    She finished his sentences
    He knew her favorite foods
    Tall, dark, handsome
    Slim, blond, beautiful
    She chased him
    Until she caught him
    And then she walked away

  12. Michele Brenton

    The Maze.

    How many times will I get up and try again?
    When does determination transition into stupid?
    I am the rat electric shocks cannot deter.
    Brick walls are drums for the rhythm of my head.
    Repeating, never ending never learning
    when to stop.
    Heartbreak is what I know
    what I call home.
    Bring it on.

  13. deringer1

    will you stop!
    get out of my mind–
    isn’t the pain and frustration enough?

    stupid human heart–
    always desiring what it cannot have,
    a self-imposed suffering.

    Is there an injection that will turn
    my heart to stone?
    an opiate of disregard

    a prison somewhere to lock you
    away from me?

  14. Michelle Hed

    Wet Fish Lips and Death

    He wanted to date.
    I didn’t.
    Our friends wanted us to date.
    I didn’t.
    I tried.
    Wet fish lip kisses,
    possessiveness and pressure.
    One meeting with his mother –
    one word – domineering.
    I was ready to quit trying.

    Forgive me Dad
    but even your death
    didn’t stop the pressure.
    So, I used your death
    and my grief
    as the reason
    not to date anymore.
    It wasn’t true
    but the relief I felt
    when it was over,
    I knew you would’ve approved.

  15. Jannelee


    I sling my purse on the table
    shrug out of my coat
    calling your name
    you come to stand
    silently at my side
    your eyes searching my face
    with a question mark look
    I pour out the sad tale
    of my day sunk in black gloom
    the alarm clock failed
    the old water heater decided to quit
    cold shower, empty shampoo bottle
    frantic search for lost car keys,
    only to find them in my coat pocket
    tripped and broke the heel of my shoe
    on the back step, only to behold
    a flat tire, and then to add to my woe
    a flat spare, trip on the same step
    in my rush back in to call a cab
    search through my jumbled closet
    for another pair of matching shoes
    an hour and twenty minutes late to work,
    coffee spilled on my new suit,
    the boss shreds my report,
    humiliating me in front of everyone
    my secretary smirks
    while I dictate a new report
    I sputter and spew
    while you remain silent
    finally I reach to pat your head
    and you turn and walk away
    your tail defiantly in the air
    you pause at your empty food dish
    turn, sink down on your belly
    placing you head on your paws
    with a final disgruntled whine
    I sink in the nearest chair
    kick off my tight shoes
    remembering why I never wear them
    I rip open the crumpled letter
    I retrieved from the floor
    where I dropped it and stepped on it
    while fumbling for the door keys
    I stare, uncomprehending, I read it twice,
    Thank you for your query, however……..

  16. carolecole66

    No Longer Mother

    So now you’ve pushed me
    from your mind, much like
    you pushed me from your body
    so many decades ago. You don’t
    remember it at all. It’s a great
    murky sea, a dense forest
    in your head. I visit, sit close, hoping
    for one last connection. “Do you
    remember. . .?” I say. “It’s all
    a big mess,” you reply. That would seem
    a spark, a flicker of knowledge, but
    you’ve said that same thing since
    even I remember. From infancy
    and diapers to teenage drug arrests,
    that phrase worked for you, summarized
    your view on life, a life of privilege
    I could add. Now I’ve hobbled in
    on crutches. “I broke my foot,” I tell you.
    “I don’t think so,” you reply. And this time,
    finally, we see eye to eye.

  17. deringer1


    will you stop !
    get out of my mind—
    isn’t the pain and frustration enough?

    stupid human heart—
    always desiring what it cannot have,
    a self-imposed suffering.

    is there an injection that will turn
    my heart to stone?
    an opiate of disregard?
    a prison somewhere to lock you away
    from me?

  18. randalljweiss

    I fell a day behind, so here is Day 8. Hopefully I can get caught up today.

    “Heart 2.0”

    New heart installed May 3, 2008.
    Surgeons cutting, stripping, splicing wires
    until the unit fit. Power supply flipped on.
    Circulation returned, but he felt–No!
    He didn’t feel. Pump churning, pushing, pulsing.
    Nothing feeling. No heart. No

  19. JRSimmang

    It’s universal.
    Sad tidings,
    and another, fancier word for failure.
    The big swallow, forced sputum
    into our gullets
    and cold bullets of sweat.
    We cannot control our fingers, useless fingers,
    our knees wobbly and childish.
    Our breath, baited, waits in hush to hear that
    which we expect. For we
    always know when it is to come.
    There are no surprises.

  20. tunesmiff


    I loved a girl in Colorado
    Who said she didn’t love me.
    I moved out to Oregon,
    Where I live beside the sea.
    I think of her from time to time,
    I wonder if I cross her mind;
    I loved a girl in Colorado
    Who said she didn’t love me.

    There was a girl in Portland,
    Who knew I was the one.
    She said I was her moon and stars,
    Her bright and shing sun.
    I think of her from time to time,
    I wonder if I cross her mind;
    There was a girl in Portland,
    Who knew I was the mind.

    Even if they don’t remember,
    I know I always will;
    No matter how much time may pass,
    I’ll think of them until…

    There’s bound to be that someone,
    We’re both the someone for.
    I could be on the phone with her;
    She could be at my door.
    I dream of her from time to time,
    Do I ever cross her mind?
    There’s bound to be that someone,
    We’re both the someone for.

  21. Sally Jadlow


    She stood alone near the corner
    of the building in the school yard,
    in a tattered, dirty dress.
    Her small frame accented
    by skinny arms and legs.
    She chewed her fingernails
    as she watched
    the other second-grade girls
    laugh and play together,
    as they took turns
    jumping rope on the sidewalk.

  22. Jamal Abboud

    You May Forgive

    You may forgive, but my heart can’t repent,
    A lover’s erratic behavior proves no guilt
    Imagine the cold Earth denies the sun’s gift,
    Or a light vessel enjoys not a calm peaceful sea,
    Or a flower rejects her beloved hectic bee,
    Or a painting abhors apt brimful brush,
    Or beauty embarrasses not by first blush,
    So curse my romance or just forgive,
    With both aspects, how sweet for me to live;
    I differ with the second, spare me the first.
    My heart adores you and unable to forget,
    So detain not a loving heart with innate defect,
    Yet deny love echoes of true fanciful serenade
    Such sentimental echoes that lead a crusade,
    So deny yourself of sincere love fragrance,
    Which shall pervade your faithful patience,
    That shall entertain ecstasy of lay probity,
    Which shall strum the chords of your entity,
    So deny what the morning light shall bring,
    When you shall be bathed in pious spring,
    When you shall joyfully dance on sepal’s ring
    With lithe muses in every colored flower tent,
    Forgiveness, then, will justify my denial to repent.

  23. Anders Bylund

    Don’t Stop to Think
    Take a penny, give a pound
    Hitch your wagon to my horse
    Turn your world upside down
    I’ll ride you to the end, of course
    Stay on the brink
    Don’t stop to think
    I need you bound by habit’s force.

  24. Katrin


    Sometimes, it divides
    like an amoeba
    Doubles, then lets out howls
    in quadruple time

    The principle is innocent,
    the one turned away loses
    to a finer plumage,
    a more sophisticated dance

    A biological prerogative
    nestled snugly in an
    emotional booby-trap

    No more the shun of foreign tissues,
    the roving eye’s casting off,
    the inspector’s discerning elimination

    As Miss Havisham
    in her failed brittle resolution,
    rejects rejection
    with a fierce and fiery intent

  25. maxie2


    I could finally taste
    the most subtle denial
    lingering in your selection
    of what to say, what to share,
    when to mention dejection
    or to show you

    because for years I shouldered
    your carefully chosen words
    like apples falling from

    and though I heard
    I couldn’t understand
    your whispered command
    to retreat from your land,
    off your roots, and stand

    taste the tart, bitter
    fruit you offer
    and see the heart
    you dared not proffer
    as a lantern on my feet
    while I strolled to retrive
    the shattered pieces
    of me.

  26. Arike


    I’m a madman, so regrettable
    Traitor, traitor, traitor, history says

    I expected a king and a conqueror
    David, smiting Romans, I never got

    I could kill you, I decided then
    Grab you, beat you, kill you, they will

    I don’t care, you should have been who
    Strong man, leader, Lion, who I wanted

    I had never meant to go so
    Far beyond the hurt I felt and hate


    It had paved the way for all those
    Fearing, plotting, powerhungry and scared

    Now you’re dead but they don’t weep who
    Called you rabbi, Peter, Mary, the rest

    So delusional, think you God, the
    Son of man and speak in tongues, insane!

    I can’t see what I believed so
    Long I gave up everthing, so useless

    I sow blood in a field bought from
    Money payed for blood, the silverlings

    He lies here, man without peace, whose
    Name is traitor, Judas, traitor now

  27. Karen

    You are my madness and chaos,
    jaded god of infatuation and desire,
    and I your cursed Cassandra,
    doomed by truths that no one believes
    while each fall into their own foretold
    demise, my own not too far away,
    the tragedy of not being your lover.

  28. ina


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    You are after all merely a human.

  29. David Yockel Jr.

    The Any-Name-Will-Do Review

    Dear Writer,

    Thank you for submitting your trite, sentimental, and solipsistic poems to Any-Name-Will-Do Review. Unfortunately, due to the criminal lack of funding given to the literary arts and the fact that we look for inspired, well-crafted, and original poetry, we will be unable to publish your work in this issue.

    We wish you continued joy in your writing, because God knows it will never bring you any fame or money.


    The Over-Educated and Under-Paid Editors

  30. donnellyk

    Gourmet Dinners

    Well there’s salmon pink and fishy
    tuna and egg nice and chunky
    Ocean Whitefish fresh and flaky
    a lovely pate moist and meaty
    made of duck, try that sweetie?
    A nice poultry dinner, minced with juice
    super supper, scrumptious saucy
    shrimps in aspic with garden greens
    turkey and wild rice florentine
    Sprinkle tempations treats on it baby?
    savory stew, chicken in creamed gravy.
    I could make a nice lamb chop for two,
    deglaze the pan so’s to make nice sauce for you.
    gone natural, gone organic, specialty shops, in a panic,
    honey, eat! Each fliptop lifted off the can with anticipation this will be the one
    he’ll give me the look,utter disdain, flatten his ears out, hightail it and run
    clearly I didn’t make it like his Mom used to make it but when was that by the way
    should you demand such perfection when you’re a rescued stray? I go back online too see what sounds good to me knowing he will reject every possibility vehemently.
    damn cat.

  31. seingraham

    When to Reject Means More than Saying No

    His name is Romeo and of the last batch
    To arrive with the Cal-Can group
    He has not yet been chosen, has not
    Been placed in a new home

    Well – he’s pretty ugly – they say –
    He’s got snaggle-teeth and bird legs
    Even for a scrawny Chihuahua,
    He’s mucho skinny …
    But does that mean he deserves
    To be thrown out like garbage –

    I scratch his bare tummy,
    Listen to him purr
    Almost like a kitten,
    Watch him drift trustingly
    To sleep in my lap

    Wonder at the resilience of this
    Rescue dog that’s been bounced
    From puppy mill to pillar to post
    From California to Edmonton
    All in an effort to save him from
    Euthanization, the ultimate rejection


  32. Uma


    King David rose to his feet and said: Listen to me, my fellow Israelites, my people. I had it in my heart to build a house as a place of rest for the ark of the covenant of the LORD, for the footstool of our God, and I made plans to build it. But God said to me, ‘You are not to build a house for my Name, because you are a warrior and have shed blood.’ 1 Chronicles 28: 2,3

    Early morning he looked out of the window
    from his palace built of cedar wood,
    the smell of myrrh hung to his robe.
    He left untouched the jar at the table
    filled with pressed grapes from best vineyards,
    purple like the midnight sky. As the light spread

    the lines familiar to his eyes emerged
    through the mist settling over the field.
    Dust from the desert settled on the letters
    when he brought the scroll to Jerusalem,
    he pitched a tent to house the ark –
    the divine presence led him through the wars,

    years of struggle to take the people to the land
    promised by Lord to his ancestors. As he squinted
    at the horizon he heard worms eating under his feet,
    razing the ornate palace to the ground.
    A temple must be the tallest structure in Jerusalem
    but it was not for him to house the Lord.

  33. cam45237

    The Schpiel

    Its only $25.00 a year
    (Note how I said “ only”, this helps minimize the cost, makes it meager)
    And you will save (trumpet the word “save”)
    On everything (trumpet the word “everything”) you buy except
    (note exceptions).
    Plus (here, I hold up a finger to effectively stop the thought process)
    You’ll receive a one-time discount on XYZ!
    Let’s go ahead and get started on the paperwork.
    (This is my newly acquired assumptive sale technique)
    You don’t even have to decide
    I’ll decide for you
    Such service

    Are you sure? (Always ask twice)
    Did I not say it right?
    Were my trumpets not brassy enough?
    Smiling? Check. Showing my teeth? Check.
    I sent you subconscious signals to buy by gently nodding my head up and down as I spoke
    Did I not effectively stop the thought process?
    Did I need an umlaut on my “only”?
    American buyers do respond better to European accents after all

    I lack an accent. Of any kind. My voice is flat, common
    I lack charisma too
    And I could stand to lose a pound
    My hair is graying. Not in refined wings at the temples. More like a skunk stripe down the middle
    I don’t have bouncing breasts or crest-white teeth to distract you from the dollars in your pocket
    I clearly am not smart enough to have a better job
    And you’re not even listening to me
    As you carry on your cell phone conversation
    Avoiding eye contact, looking past my left shoulder,
    Nodding your head in short jerks
    To hurry me along
    Because my words are worthless.

    1. Kaitlyn

      Aww… I can really tell how much thought and significance your character puts into his words. I really loved this poem. My heart simply broke for your character when he was so unsuccessful!!

  34. mikeMaher

    Yikes, I am so far behind! I hope to be all caught up – both reading and writing – by this week. He goes!

    On Those Perhaps Once Rejected

    There is never time for anything anymore.
    Van Gogh Up Close is in Center City
    but here I am looking up trains to Trenton,
    ordering more books to wait in line to be read,
    not texting Sarah even though she loves Van Gogh
    and would mail in one of her own ears as a deposit.
    To all those ex-girlfriends,
    I would mean it now if I said there just isn’t enough time.
    We close at 5 o’clock.
    This is your final warning.
    The further along you get, the more unknown.
    The more unknown, the more you want to know.
    Many fear it
    but who has the time for that?

  35. posmic

    Painted Man

    On the radio
    Indiana, Ohio,
    up hills, down,

    on my computer
    bright screen
    dark bathroom

    my children,
    my husband

    inches away in
    our shared room

    I ignore my bed
    for another
    few minutes,

    to watch you
    here; at 1:34,
    you scream

    your story,
    2:14, you are
    fully painted,

    glass. 2:30,
    she turns,

    rejects you
    again, as I
    turn toward

    her, back to you,
    finally to bed.
    You are

    that I used to
    know, and I

    hope to hear
    your song

  36. hurtin-heart

    What a world we live in today! 
    You’re judged by fist glimpse
    And not what lies deep! 
    If you have tatoo’s and piercing’s visible,
    You’re not qualified for certain jobs today
    Because the customers might not appreciate.
    And oh what a shame…. Long hair on a man.
    All judged by their looks and not whats within.
    You walk in a church, eyes turn to follow you,
    You hear the talk because you’re clothes 
    are ragged and not new.
    A little girl, pregnant at age 12
    You talk about her behind her back
    Not knowing she was raped by her own stepdad.
    A boy you just had put in jail
    Because you see him stealing food from
    a grocery store shelf.
    But you didn’t know he was trying to feed
    His brothers and sisters at home.
    So food that day, they went without none.
    If we’re not whats thought of us to be,
    We tend to get laughed at and scorned
    And rejected from somes society!
    Samantha Tinney

  37. RobHalpin

    A Righteous Fire

    Who are they to reject me
    based upon my looks alone?
    When I’m more than they can see,
    who are they to reject me?
    A righteous fire they will free
    and to all it will be known
    who they are who reject me
    based upon my looks alone.

  38. Sara McNulty

    April 8, 2012 – Day 8
    Write a rejection poem

    The Recipient

    He needed a new heart.
    The one resting, beating
    faintly inside him–wide
    enough to encompass
    empathy, and hold hurts
    of others inside protective
    walls–was insufficient
    for continuance of his own
    precious life. His replacement
    wait was long; his hope stretched
    further. With situation dire,
    a heart was finally found,
    and procedure was performed.
    Three days later, his body
    battled his new heart
    refusing to accept it.
    In the grand scheme of things,
    there was no heart able
    to equal his own.


    Matchmaking Gone Awry

    somewhere between man and beast,
    longed for love, from one

    whose visage equalled
    his own type
    of rareness.
    New companion was brought forth.
    Eyes met, she shrieked, NO!

  39. Walt Wojtanik


    Marred and marked,
    pocked and pointed,
    our flaws present us
    with our character
    and our place. Nowhere
    on earth will your value
    be great if your own mind
    does not see your worth,
    for no man is worth nothing.
    So do not price yourself
    out of the market.
    Do not sell yourself short.

  40. Dan Collins

    Rejection Letter

    Dear Recipient,

    You did everything right; it is my fault
    we can’t get along.
    I don’t know, (choose one: maybe/ I was) using you.

    You know I am philosophically incapable of being faithful.

    If you want to know, I will always cherish
    the brief time we had together.
    Some of my fondest memories
    are of our early days. Before the – [streetcar accident(s), illness(es), or infidelities(s)]

    Coming home with you was one of the best days of my life.

    I cannot deny how you once made me …

    In fact,
    I don’t know what would have become of me
    had you not stepped
    in to (catch me / introduce me to Trotsky)

    when you did.

    You’ve had such an impact. Now,
    I hope you will understand when I say
    that we are not right
    for each other. We tried,

    but we are just too different. I hope you
    are not broken
    by (this news / my affair with your sister)

    I have strong desires that you do not. Also,

    I cannot get comfortable with your habits. The Politics
    were good, but the sex was just like __________ ing. But please
    don’t say you’ll change,

    You are perfect [choose one: Comrade, My Love, Woman], just as you are –
    and I would not ask, nor desire such
    from you. I do hope
    our relationship can remain


    At least for as long as we live
    (optional: together)
    I would like for us not to fight. You know,

    I wish the best for you. I will think
    of you fondly. I sincerely hope you can find it

    in yourself to forgive. But let’s face
    it: we are incompatible. Like oil(paint) on water.

    Please know that should you ever need anything, at least
    for the next hour
    or two, I will be there.

    BTW: You can keep Frump. He was always your dog

    Yours truly,
    (Body Part or Lover, i.e., Heart, Leg, Diego)

  41. De Jackson

    Posting this for the lovely and talented Miss Meena, who is being “rejected” by the site today, for some reason.

    A Rendez Vous
    By: Meena Rose

    I still can’t believe
    He asked me out;
    To The Loft
    Of all places.

    Little black dress,
    Killer heels,
    Tiny clutch,
    Lips Revlon Red.

    A demure smile to
    Cat calls and
    Whistles as I

    I scanned the
    Lobby for his
    Handsome face and
    Enduring smile.

    A frown and a
    Slight shake of
    His head, his
    Approach hesitant.

    My pulse quickened,
    Fire in my cheeks,
    I averted my teary eyes
    As a sob filled my throat.

  42. ellanytdavve

    My Strangeness

    I am an ungrateful wench
    too strange from others
    for accomodation.
    I keen feel it,
    folks not knowin’
    how to do with me;
    don’t like no interference
    with my freedom.
    But I reject,
    soundly reject that
    I’m not civil nor fair.
    Just because I’ll not share
    my precious self
    does na mean
    I won’t serve you
    a cup o tea.

  43. LCaramanna


    At the pawn shop,
    wedding rings
    display diamond sparkle
    on black velvet in the showcase
    without any explanation
    of how a such a bold statement of love
    lost its luster and came to be
    in the showcase of a pawn shop
    with a half-price sale tag,
    used certificate of authenticity,
    and second chance vow of happy ever after.

  44. Jerry Walraven

    “Learning Early”

    brightly colored eggs
    litter the lawn
    one by one
    they are rejected,
    as the memories
    of 5 year-olds
    are better
    than their fathers
    and they know
    this quest
    is for the one
    gold egg
    and the true
    that lies
    not within
    the egg
    the claim
    on the prize.

  45. deedeekm

    I rain
    and you just stand there
    the breaking bones
    are deafening
    and great mountains
    slough off their soil
    like so much dead skin
    I want to curl myself
    around the avalanche
    ride it down to
    the valley of stones
    a passing by
    of wind and fire
    I held my heart
    out on a leaf
    you were


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