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Tony Tweedy Jun 2020
Sometimes I remember just how my heart did feel,
and it reminds me how, love used to be something real.
Back in the days my heart and mind were still young.
When I could hope and dream of sharing love with someone.

It seems so long ago and oh so far away.
Years ago before I came to despise each day.
Back in the days my heart and mind were still young.
When I could hope and dream of sharing love with someone.

So many lonely hours trying to find out what went wrong.
When did I become deaf and to afraid of life's sweetest song?
Wish I could go back when my heart and mind were still young.
When I could hope and dream of sharing love with someone.

Life is an empty thing without a love to share.
And a future is nothing without someone to care.
Wish I could go back when my heart and mind were still young.
When I could hope and dream of sharing love with someone.

Once I had a dream that I would know loves embrace.
And love would take us to our own special place.
But my mind and heart are no longer young.
And mind and time tell me there will be no one.
I pictured this to a soundtrack of mournful lament... violin, piano... and sorrow.
Cassy Jun 2020
How can I forgive myself for all the things that I didn’t become?

How am I suppose to burry the happiest version of myself?

How can I find back my lost hopes?

How can I mourn my own death?

Is there a place for the tombstone of my dreams ?

Would someone pray for all the people walking around as if they were already dead ? Would someone pray for me?  

I feel like a ghost.
And I haunt my own bed since you’re gone.
Malikah Awan May 2020
You are forever gone,
leaving me to do nothing but mourn
the death of someone held so dear,
made by the world
to seem so mere.
As if you were just another statistic,
By the next day, they'd forget
And be having a picnic.
Whilst my mind struggled to comprehend,
how to deal with the loss
of such a close friend.
How to honour your name,
in a way it would feel you were here,
just the same.

People die every day,
bringing more pain
than words can say.
Every day, people are forgotten,
as their corpses rotten,
by their loved ones like the world taught 'em,
to grieve and forget,
forget they ever met.

Your death becomes another story,
Even though you meant much more to me.
Your memory fades,
by the passing of the days.
I worry that I will forget your face,
I worry someone will steal your place.

As the days pass by,
they expect be to accept your death
and be okay.
But my heart still aches for you
in every way.
I vow to grieve for you
every day.

For acceptance would mean saying goodbye.
Acceptance would mean taking away
what's left of your life.
Elaiza Banasig Apr 2020
Ayos lang naman Le
na sa panahong ito ka nasaktan
Sa panahon ng kawalan
walang kasiguraduhan

Hindi mo naman kasalanan
na ngayon ka nya iniwan

hindi mo naman masisisi
na hindi ikaw ang pinili

tinanong mo kung lilipas rin to

baka bukas?
siguro...


baka sa susunod?
siguro...

baka sakaling mawala




bumalik
ang sakit o ang pag-ibig?


ano ang pipiliin?
wariy parehas lang din

ang sakit.

puno ng kawalan
walang kasiguraduhan
walang patutunguhan
Aniseed Mar 2020
There are still nights
Where the frequency in my head
Pierces the silence,
And every face I thumb through
Looks like yours.

Your ghost breathes heavy
In this house
And you still manage to
Be the center of every conversation.

Part of me hated that about you.

There's something inside that says
Remembering the fire and the snow
Is both betrayal and therapy;
You were not,
In any sense of the word,
Perfect.
But the blood dried on your face
Once ran in your veins
And your heart beat with
How fiercely you fought
Against the world.

In retrospect, you were my
Biggest muse.

Part of me loved that about you.
Quite a bit of my writing had been - and still is, I guess - inspired by my late sister. It's been one year, three weeks, and six days.
Juno Mar 2020
I hear the main road from a distance
A quiet, steady roar.
This part of town is full of people
Who walk the streets no more.

It’s quiet here, and would be peaceful
If I didn’t know why.
For every hour there’s one less person
But one more mournful cry.
Skip Cope Feb 2020
The one who said "Big boys don't cry"
has surely stated a terrible lie..
For as they're free to eat and sleep,
they should be free to laugh or weep..

Blessed be the boy who mourns
who cries as though his heart were torn,
for comfort comes to the broken soul,
to heal the heart, to make it whole..

As growing boys are becoming men,
they'll find the need to cry again..
They need to know, through all life's storms -
real men may weep while writing poems..
JK Cabresos Jan 2020
mourning
on the
morning sun

just a month
of a
newly year

already
a lot of
painful memories
has come
Taal Volcano Eruption, Australia Wildfire, Corona (Wuhan) Virus and now, the death of one of the basketball Legend, Kobe Bryant.
Kivanc Jan 2020
If I have to talk about amour
I can't cause of being mute
This is my creature
Which is whether bad or not
And this is my illness
Which is whether contagious or not
I crawl in desert I create
Hoping to see you in a mirage
In order to be my life
Why do you run away from me?
I mourn you a lot
I hope that I write properly.
AstralPotato Jan 2020
In times of war's end, the soul always bled
And cried for hundred and thousands of times
But it wasn't merely mourning for all the dead
It mourned the guilt of being the only one alive
(The number signifies my one stanza poems)
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