Floyd Crenshaw

Coward - Poem by Floyd Crenshaw

right now
as they drink,
sweat and eye their
potentially profitable prospects
i sit drunk and alone.

as they take shots
and cheers to a
frivolous hope
i sit drunk and wondering.

does she even know?

the harm is in restraining
my truth.

why can i only picture
tea parties in
gaudy gardens where
women discuss faults
of past loves and encounters?

narcissistic, paranoid,
self-centered and
a possible

i'm tanked with jealousy
reeking and thinking
about what you're not
and what i am....

Comments about Coward by Floyd Crenshaw

  • (5/7/2008 6:27:00 PM)

    I don’t know if the voice of the coward is yours or more of a fictional character but it’s a strong, convicting, enjoyable voice anyway. (Report) Reply

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  • (5/1/2008 8:51:00 PM)

    Dark but lovely with a great flow the last two verses were amazing Nik (Report) Reply

  • (4/28/2008 3:23:00 PM)

    wow.....such a heavy heavy poem.....i loved this man.....like a voyeur, upset at the fun going on, but unable to somehow allow yourself to partake.....too hard on yourself though......the final line sums it up, you are down on yourself when you should not be! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 28, 2008

Poem Edited: Monday, May 5, 2008

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