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Aidan Clevinger Poems
Give It To Me Straight
Anyone can tell me The things I want to hear. Anyone can say they care, Or that they hold me dear.
Benchwarmer (Getting Benched Again)
My nose is bloody, my knuckles, too, And my jersey's covered in mud. I don't know who I thought I was kidding, Trying to be some romantic stud.
The Things I Can't Yet Say
There are so many things I want to say, So many things to tell you, dear. But I find that now I just can't say them, Now now,
Untitled Hymn #1
O my Father, great and gentle, Come and aid me here tonight. For my sorrows come a-howling, Chains of loss have bound me tight.
My baby sister lives with my dad and stepmom, and I don't get to see her much. But by God's good grace we stick it through, and I am in love with this little girl. Here's to you, Shelby Kay. How there, baby girl, how are you? I hope that you're doing fine.
Bearing My Cross
Jesus, Thou were crucified, And to this world Thou bled and died. Empower me to do the same, For the glory of Thy matchless Name.
The Martyr's Poem
You condemned us to the sword in Rome, You sent us to burn at the stake. You said that we would never see home, That today our spirits would break.
Just when I need courage most, My heart is beginning to fail me. It's that dratted thing called anticipation, That makes my heart pound and flutter while waitin',
They say that words can heal the mind, And words can heal the heart. But in all of my days I've found words are the ways
I wrote this the first time I ever fell in love (cheesy, I know) . She's never seen this, but I have to laugh at myself whenever I read it. People have always used four-letter words, When they want to blaspheme and curse.
Playing With Fire
It isn't smart to fall so quickly But I'm falling for you fast now. And the reason that I used to apply, Is a relic of the past now.
Just today I was watching the news, When the man came on and said, 'There's been an awful tragedy, That's left eight people dead.'
All of us see the world Through our own little two-way mirror. Some are tinted, some are dirty, Some couldn't be clearer.
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Give It To Me Straight
Anyone can tell me
The things I want to hear.
Anyone can say they care,
Or that they hold me dear.
Any beautiful face
Can look me in the eyes
But I'm not looking to be used
I'm not looking for pretty lies.
I don't want your pity
Or your sympathetic ear.
The truth is what I'm looking for
That's what I want to hear.
For when I tell you how I feel
I could swear I see a wince.
You tell me you have feelings too
But of that I'm not convinced.