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francis-patrick-mcnulty
francis-patrick-mcnulty
Born, and I will die.
arms loosen but hands linger hearts separate but don't go casual brush of passing fingers loosen the knot love has to sew a moment soon will melt away with little thought on what for dreams unleashed have to stray good bye is complete, nothing more if i were to let go first and my heart decides to stay will you tell me which is worse before you walk away
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Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 11:22 PM UTC
Letting Go of Good bye
fountains of sorrow and i, am aware mountains tomorrow and i, be not there
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Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 8:04 AM UTC
fountains of sorrow
It is nothing but a rock Upon which I sit But upon this densest earth I ponder the deepest ****
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May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 10:44 AM UTC
Nothing but a Rock
full moon, a star lite night, I wait here patiently on sounds of footsteps and shadows in the light, I and her to be here and my heart to be where…
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May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 3:18 AM UTC
full moon
under love separating from heart and heart separated from giving so began the tear to the mortal part of life separating from living as the tide recedes from the sand drawing more then its gives the natural slight of hand diminishing life as one lives
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May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 2:36 AM UTC
Under Love
Death on a city street In shadows of strangers stare Face up on the concrete For a moment strangers share Here I lie and I wait For judgement of my soul They murmur my fate Before drifting into the cold There is nothingness When blood no longer flows Only silence in darkness In a field of strangers in holes
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Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 10:57 AM UTC
Death on a City Street
I, wordless near u I, wordless without u I am not me,  if without u, I must be.
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Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 3:35 PM UTC
U
there is no death only life in the absence of breath
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Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 1:27 AM UTC
Untitled
on the corner of fifth street and main waiting for the warmer side of waiting in vein sooner or later I'll decide whether waiting is just a stain at the corner of emotional suicide
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Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 2:35 PM UTC
the stain
I'm not there When she is gone...
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Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 10:41 PM UTC
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