The Towel Poem, by Shellsea, at My poetic side

A towel asked, a towel brought,

but not quite placed the way I thought.

I long for care in little things,

thoughtfulness in what he brings.

Don't control me, sharp and fast

as if control is my ask.

I only mean, "Please see me too —

the how is part of love my coo."

Small moments turn to silent wars,

yet underneath, my heart implores:

not just a towel on a hook,

but proof he sees inside my book.

Comments +

sorenbarrett October 13th, 2025 13:37
Short, cute and loving but setting limits and expectations. This poem is nicely done with good rhythm and flow and good rhyme

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