PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

Queen from Under


Can you see her, at the gates of Hell Pretty white nurse, toting a gag bell Was she ever yours? Do you even know? While you slept, she couldn't stay awake alone She's invincible So desirable She's the one you'll never tame As she screams out anothers name She's your GI Jane, with a heart of pain You'll never understand her ways She'll satisfy your hunger She's the Queen from Under Can you feel them? That's her symphony Always trying to buy what they'll never get for free And in their arms she lies, while you sit and drink alone Who were you, to think she was ever yours to own? Too many nights, with a cold hand In the other room, lay a warm man Those feelings she craved, you never bothered to play And in the night, she cries out his name And now you see them, and you see her Your heart stops, from a shattered world I'll collect your soul
©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.

988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

Comments are closed for this poem.