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Friendship offered, warmly met
Creating such a bond
Melding a relationship
From a casualness to fond.
It all invoked a strong regard
Which built a warming grace
Incorporating responsibility
For each other to embrace
A crucible of affection,
A passion to enfold
Anticipations joy to feel
Each smiling face, as gold.
Built a nice dependence
That each other will be there
Should the slightest shadow  
intervene
To cause each other care...

But then, just only yesterday,
Where we arranged to meet
In that cutest little cafe
On that sweetest little street...
I waited for your smiling face
To happily appear
But alas, you never showed at all
Confused, I shed a tear.
Then your cellphone kept on ringing
As I tried call after call
But alas, it went unanswered
With no messages at all.
Distraught,
I caught you at your door
A distance on your face,
The coldness in your startled eyes
Cruelty
Put me in my place.
I reeled away in torment,
Sad realization sewn,
That love had flown right out the door
Leaving hurt and I,
Alone.

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ
Thought I would delve into some ancient recollections of the tragic  superficiality of some fledgling relationships, past.
Reasons for the heartbreak range from  reluctance to commit to a realization of a differentiation of the social mix.
Reasons for a sudden and cruel abandonment rest primarily, though, on the level of personal integrity of the participants....as to whether or not they have the "chutzpah" to see it through.
An emotional wind,
just to clear the daily fields,
to ask a moment after,
with childish tenderness.

They have a soul
like an old building,
with a million windows,
and one locked door.

They are so different,
more than a straight line.
They save the world,
seeing, feeling, not less.

Not a doctoral degree,
no frame that fits.
Perhaps don’t read the words,
they think beyond two and one.

They burn the dinner,
tangled in their inner world.
Flickering light, voice—
A scratch of structure is too much.

States of agitation,
flow of information,
and the beautiful creatures,
make sense without logic.

They give to this dimension
more than they’ll ever know.
Paradox in the crowd,
unclassified,
a blessing for society,
yet invisible.
  10h Agnes de Lods
Liana
It feels great to be unique
It feels beautiful to be special
But being one of a kind
Is so lonely

Can there please be at least one other person in this universe
That's like me?
Can we be two of a kind together?
Just one...
Please

I've had enough of this
I just need ONE other person
I hate this compliment
I haven’t seen you in a couple of weeks now
my eyes are drier than driest deserts

I feel like a flower slowly losing my colour and petals
my ears long your laughs
which were never for my humour

like a night blooming cereus
mysterious, unique
and I am just a simple daisy
common, innocent

it’s just a crush they told
can a simple crush change me? No.
but true love can

he loved you for your beauty, who wouldn’t?
meanwhile I loved you for your real beauty

beauty that comes from the inside
like a honeybee I come to the smell of nectar
not to the deceiving colours

please come back
even if you don’t even acknowledge me
your face wakens a part which I never knew
and your smiles and laughs fuel it

all these fantasies breaking away with
every passing day without your presence

I don’t want it to end,
it is the only world in which I can feel love
and moreover where I can love you
  14h Agnes de Lods
Maria
What do I want? The meaning, I guess.
But only such as can fill me whole,
All my gaps and all my holes.
Yes, I want such meaning, I guess.

What else, you ask me? Freedom, I guess.
Where I won’t be in the grips,
Where the pain won’t throb in my temples.
Yes, I want such freedom, I guess.

What do I dream of? Silence, I guess.
No sounds, no creaks, no rustles at all,
A calm pulse and the air in whole.
Yes, I dream of such silence, I guess.
Maybe it's a soul-searching... Or it's an attempt to escape...
Thank you very much for reading it! 💖
  14h Agnes de Lods
Maria
I should allow myself doing nothing.
It's odd, it's not a bit me at all.
Working and working, on and on always.
There's short of days and nights noway in whole.

I should allow myself off-the-cuff,
Thinking or straining nowise entirely.
Just sit around and doing nothing,
And savour my unsweet coffee calmly.  

I should allow myself simply never
Leave my desires and dreams until later.
I'm not forever with this time exactly.
I'm a grain of creation in fact, no greater.

I should allow myself to live truly,
To live this life as it's given to me since day one.
And now simply live, there is no hurry.
I've already much more and awry done.
These thoughts have been filling me whole lately.
Thank you for reading this poem. 🙏💖
What are you…
Withholding children food
for political game.
To starve a people.
Human rights?
God, please have mercy.


Shell 🐚✨
We all are human beings .
A child is a child.
Was very hard to watch news today.
Very emaciated children, crying and begging for food. Food is a human right!
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