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melissa
melissa
32/F/Scottish Hmm..where to begin?
When I told you it was broken and gave you my key, you opened me up. You kept talking to me. When I told you it stopped, you reached right in, you gave me new rhythm and welcomed me in
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Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 8:44 PM UTC
Heart start
This lived in skin that I'm in: my chrysalis, encased in sin This fragile smile - turn up, show face These tired eyes keep dreams fresh of another place
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Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 5:26 PM UTC
Elsewhere
When I Became A Motherless Child I Became Lost I Became Wild
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Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 6:04 AM UTC
Mum #1
I'll  wonder if you miss us, that thought itself absurd I'll  wonder if the secrets I've told you since have been left unheard I'll wonder if there is nothing, just blissful quiet sleep I'll wonder if all your memories are still yours to keep I'll wonder if I'll see you in more than just my dreams, that thought alone- sometimes- makes the pain less than it seems. I wonder can you hear me, my laughter and my cries, I wonder what happens when somebody dies.
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Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 10:11 AM UTC
Maybe I'll always wonder
There are no pictures of us. Hushed meetings, rushed moments fleeting, our kisses stolen, quickly so as not to be seen. There can be no souvenirs he says. I think of tourists, who captured us, by mistake- and I wonder if they kept them A faint blur, an embrace, just.. something.
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Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC
No souls stolen
If it were up to me it would end by the sea, cold air, strong tea A final tight embrace, Body warm against me, Fast pace, turn and look back. Breathe smoke.. A smile when we last spoke.
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Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 8:14 PM UTC
If it were up to me
From now we are strangers, there are no words left to be said. This knot in my stomach- a heavy twisting lead. A long distant memory-   swims through my head. we are no longer friends we are strangers instead
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Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC
This silence kills
Warm sweet chai melts these frozen days. Blankets and books-  smells of musky pages and spice invade my nostrils. I am home. Our cat sniffs the air and then sleeps, his paws pushed under the radiator, he hums a deep contented purrr. We feel the same.
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Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 1:25 PM UTC
Chai
please be still. He does not listen. Buzzing he is like a worked bee Not stopping till he is exhausted. Done, still, asleep
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Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 8:48 AM UTC
Worker Bee