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 Apr 2015
Bluebird
i am meant to die in a heavy snow,
in a land of forever, never to be known.
 Jun 2014
Marian
Dead Blooms Of Yesterday's Wisteria
Have Vanished Nevermore To See
Never To Blossom Lavender Again

*~Marian~
Just A Poem Inspired By The Wisteria That Once
Used To Grow All Around My Mom's Childhood Home...
Which Was Demolished By Loud Bulldozers Last Summer!!! ~~~~<3
Please Enjoy This 15w Poem!!! ~~~~~<3
 May 2014
Andrew Durst
I watched my father kneel down on one knee over his parent's graves today.
      The stillness of the air
     was far greater than the few little
words that could have been spoken.
After a moment, he rose with a sigh,
wiping away several tears before
they could even leave his eyelashes.
     It was the first time I ever realized,
that one day,
  I too would be kneeling
over my parents,
devastated and speechless,
      leaving generations behind me
      with nothing more than
                   a faint
                          sigh.
Been a while since I've cried, it was strange to me.
 May 2014
Miriam
how can something so beautiful
hurt so much?
 May 2014
Andrew Durst
My father once told me
"In life, you either sink or swim."

     I wasn't expecting the water to be so deep.
So I keep treading and holding my breath; Waiting to be pulled under by all the promises I never kept.
 May 2014
Marian
Somehow A Salty Teardrop
Managed To Fall From My Eye

*~Marian~
Another Sad Poem!!! ~~~~<3
Hope You Enjoy Reading It Anyway!! ~~~<3
 May 2014
Marian
I Went Out Alone And Wept
My Cries Echoed In The Valley Below
The Trees Hung Their Heads Sadly
The Breezes Cooled My Face
My Tears Fell Like Raindrops
Falling From The Sky
I Tried To Wash Away My Pain
And Peace Finally Came

*~Marian~
Just A Sad Poem!!! ~~~<3
Felt A Little Depressed Today!! ~~~~<3
Hope You Enjoy This Poem Though!!! ~~~<3
 Dec 2013
Priya Patel
I saw a glimmer of yesterdays;
when I was with you
and you with me
when I was all
that you could see
I walked into a room and
100's of eyes began poking at me
but not he
I was a jeweled princess
in silken blue
and you had you new wife
all over you
I have moved on
of course I have
of course I have
but sometimes,
sometimes I miss
the way we used to be
when I was with you
and you were with me
Even though life was only
a pretence to be happy
Even though I was so
very lonely
Even though you were never
truly with all of me
I dont miss you
I dont, really
I am in love again
happier now than even before
in fact, much more
but in reality
I miss being part of a family
 Dec 2013
Priya Patel
She is the tickle behind my ear
whispering love from afar
offering hope and faith
best wishes for us all

I see pictures of her
smiling laughing drinking
She is beautiful in her mask
Her mask ... she wears it well

Behind; tear stained cheeks
permanently scarred heart
eyes as bleak as withered snow
She is lost, I cannot find her

Saddened by life's choices
dying from a broken heart
a loss of hope, of will
She is giving up

But I love her with all my heart....
 Dec 2013
Priya Patel
Hidden behind dark brooding clouds,
a faithful sky
peeks through
to a down casted eye
Eyes hazed with doubt
and speckled with despair
searching for hope
looking everwhere
losing faith
in the one constant light
in his life; me
I am here my love
lost in my own brooding clouds
battling some of my
worst personal doubts
Look up sweetheart
and peek through
the dark skies above
There you will find hope
swimming in a bath of my love
A light so bright
it will drown
all your doubts away
I am here
 Dec 2013
Priya Patel
I hear the soft crumpling of leaves
beneath the paws of life
One must wither eventually, right?
I look down on grass
burnt brown from age
and rake the leaves away
with memories from summers page;
torn from the book of life
The branches on a tree
beneath a rumbling sky does sway
as if to say
goodbye
The tinkling of raindrops;
wet against dry
as if, for a moment
in mourning, clouds cry
for the soft crumpling leaves no more
Arms stretched out
eyes moist with hope
I pray for their souls to be nourished
in the memories of summers dew
 Dec 2013
Priya Patel
Time trickles by
agonizingly slow
tick tock tick tock
frustrations grow
They are playing the waiting game

Stung by fate
life's little trick
the sweetest boy
so very sick
Tick tock tick tock, time is just a game

Hands aged with fears
bound tight; she prays
fingers shivering
a grandmother softly says
God keep him safe and end this waiting game

Friends and family
kneel down in faith
praying together
In God's love they bathe
Knowing soon that time is almost here

Fate is fate
and we are all bound by destiny
but in my heart of hearts
I pray that he will be
your happy, healthy grandson once again

*to Wanda, you and your grandson are in our prayers
 Dec 2013
Priya Patel
In the midnight of our days
there is no moon
for me to gaze upon
No whispering willows
or symphonies of the night
Just the blaring days sun
blindingly bright
In the midnight of our days,
there is no quiet of the night
The silent hue of stars
no where in sight
The humdrum of the day
becomes wrapped
like a regifted package;
boring and forgotten
passed on
like one moment to the next
In the midnight of our days
I day dream
of chirping crickets
and hooting owls
of whispering willows
and lone wolf howls
In the midnight of our days
I ache for the peacefulness
of the night
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