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The Stalker

A Poem by streetrose

A shadowy figure lurks behind meEver watching, furtive, intenseNever allowing me to be aloneHis eyes hungry and predatorialWe’ve never spoken, b..

Friendzoned

A Poem by streetrose

I don't know what to say to you I just want to talk to you again You said you aren't interested, and I get that Believe me, I fully understand that..

Walking Home from the Pride Parade

A Poem by streetrose

On the subway home last night from work A thousand rainbows greeted me Beads, flags, badges, hats, and t-shirts The parade had ended, and people we..

My Own Devil

A Poem by streetrose

My devil wears old tennis shoesAnd faded graphic t-shirtsHis hair his wavy and always mussedJeans always faded and well-wornMy devil taps out new rhyt..

A Dingy Box of Memories

A Poem by streetrose

Tattered photographs cover the floorOld letters lay in haphazard mountainsYour jacket hangs on the back of my doorAnd your sunglasses on my bookshelfT..

I Came Across the Preacher

A Poem by streetrose

I came across the preacher todayBy the winding countryside roadNo words of comfort did he offerHis smile pained, and painful to seeThe silence both ca..

Mr. Preacher

A Poem by streetrose

Mr. Preacher, sell me a storyThat prompts me to confess all of my sinsMurmur meaningless nicetiesAnd assure me that God always winsMr. Preacher, sell ..

What Was She Thinking?

A Poem by streetrose

I wonder what she thought as she looked at meFor the first time since last SeptemberDid she wonder how I had been lately?Maybe she noticed I was smili..

Passing a Ghost

A Poem by streetrose

I passed her on the street last nightFor the first time since last SeptemberHer gaze was brief and brokenNo longer could she look me in the eyeOr murm..

The Language of Colors

A Poem by streetrose

A teacher once taught me the language of colorsThe hidden meanings beneath each shade and hueEach with its own secret personalityShe told me orange wa..