soft chords
makes me melt
soprano
alto
voices twirl together
like ribbons
like sunlight
in water
beautiful
hopeful
reminds me
of the past
i cry
the pain is just as strong
as ever
immersed in memory
plunged into icy waters
frozen in time
all because
of those
soft chords
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 3:21 PM UTC
I was in the cemetery again, this noon
Dandelion graves and lost stones
Dwelling atop a hidden hill
Deep within the pines
Not my cemetery
Not ancient
I laid
Upon a certain grave
It had my name
Amanda
One of only two stones with
Still visible words
Unwashed by
Time
She was only 17, passing
Married, buried
With child
Baby
A long lost to time
Child bride
Of the
1800's
For her to be in that particular cemetery
She had to be a soldiers wife
Confederate, rebel
I mourned her
The stone residing next to hers
was worn by wind and time
A dandelion grave
~A
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 10:50 PM UTC
Poetry connect lives ,
each word
fill a canvas with
different shades .
It draws the outline
of many emotions .
The art drafts
the stories of lives
people all around the world
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 10:50 PM UTC
fallen love
disappears from sight
gone from view
I'm left alone
nothing to fight for
fallen love
I desperately look for
before I bleed out
searching for soul
nothing
fallen love
fell off the mighty steed of truth
true colors show
bright as daylight
fallen love
I once loved
now I'm alone
trying to survive
where were you
when I needed you
when I was left to die
when thr bleeding hearts of some
and the shattered remains of others
screamed for you
it's too late
we are gone
fallen love
beautiful
pure
once
now just gone
fallen love
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 10:40 PM UTC
She stares at the horizon,
the orange of the sunset flashes
in her chocolate eyes.
And wishes for one thing.
He watches the moon,
the glow illuminating his hair,
setting it on fire.
And dreams of one thing.
Too ugly.
Too overweight.
Too shy.
Too quiet.
Too serious.
He couldn't like me.
Nobody could.
Too annoying.
Too loud.
Too unpleasant.
Too over-the-top.
Too easy going.
Why would she like me?
Nobody could.
Their wishes,
together like the sun and moon,
the stars and sky,
light and dark,
twirled together,
like snow and wind.
But they were wishes.
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 9:20 PM UTC
my sorrow
like the ocean
fills my world
i can’t see
anything but blue
my favorite color
now my enemy
led by fate
slowly
sinking
falling
help
i scream
no one’s around
i fall
endlessly
grasping at sunlight
beautiful gold
mixing with ribbons of blue
i could fall
let go
but more is worth
a moment of pain
so i claw
back up
im burning
on fire
smoky black surrounds me
but i survive
the blue may be back
pushing me down
once again
but it’s ok
i am stronger than it knows
this time
i will find
my way to the surface
and onto the shore
for i am stronger
than
my sorrow
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 11:39 PM UTC