“Shy Boy” (A Poem)

The boy
no one notices
because he
will not cause a scene
or even raise
his hand in class
is sensitive,
thoughtful,
and quieter.
He processes things internally
and is an introvert at heart.
He thinks Clark Kent
is cool,
not just Superman.
He hates public speaking
and big crowds.
He wishes girls would initiate
in the dating realm
and often
talking to girls
makes him nervous.
Being the center of attention
sounds unpleasant to him.                                                                                                                                                                                                It makes him uncomfortable,
and he feels on the spot.

He is a shy boy.

Poet’s notes: I wanted to write a poem about a shy boy.  I know the shy girl perspective, because often I am a shy girl, especially with guys and in classes and large crowds.  I hope this poem accurately reflects things that shy guys feel, and it is a counterpart to my poem “Shy Girl.”

 

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“Shy Girl” and “The Waterfall”: Original Poetry

Shy Girl

The shy girl smiles.

She ponders and does muse

why when it comes to love

she always seems to lose.

 

The shy girl hopes,

but hopes seem so threadbare;

in a tapestry of love

she finds it quite unfair.

 

The shy girl wishes

that things would change.

She is shy of heart and action,

and she is forlorn for a love exchange.

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English: Waterfall near Lepena, Slovenia Slove...

English: Waterfall near Lepena, Slovenia Slovenščina: Slap, Lepena, Slovenija (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The Waterfall

Churning.

Rushing.

Swirling.

Flowing.

Tumultuous

waters

flow down

the rocky

craggy

cliffs

seeking freedom.

Seeking peace.

Seeking release

from the chains that bind her.

 

She would cry

if she wasn’t

already water.

Transparent

and flowing

amidst the

beat of the sun

on her body

and the chirping

of the birds

comforting her with their tender song

in the sweet mountain air

that completely envelops her.

Perhaps

the water

are her

many tears

as they flow

free

and with abandon.

 

Tired of trying.

Tired of bondage.

Tired of who she needs to be.

Tired of the expectations.

 

She just longs to be free.

Pure.

Unrestrained by people’s expectations

of who she needs to be.

She wants to just be herself.

A waterfall flowing,

but now with a new calm strength

that is soothed by the warmth

of unconditional acceptance

from the One who watches over her

and loves her

even when she cannot always accept herself

or love herself.

 

Poet’s noteThis poem explores the internal conflict of the poet amidst expectations in the spheres of her family, work, faith, society, and even herself. 

 

***I have more of my poetry on www.poemhunter.com.  Here is a link to my poet page and poems:

http://www.poemhunter.com/julie-a-smith/