Celia

Celia Aug 2020

Midnight

It often seems to me that the night
remains
richer and more vibrant than the day

I like many others do some of my best (and worst) thinking at night
Sometimes it's a thing of beauty
Sometimes it's my way, our way, out

#forall #short #night #sad #sweet #love

Aug 2020

Anthony Collazo

Sleeping with my words

If I could sleep with my words

I would

I'd cuddle them nice and good

Lay in a bed of words
The pillow the frame and all
Let them surround me whole

Four walls will make the room
Each side a different mood

One side of cheer and laughs
One side of pain and nags
One side of goals and wants
One side that hates and taunts

This room is where I'll lay
Whenever I'm astray
Heart ache any type of pain
This is where I'll go
To give rest to my soul

So even if I'm lost

One thing I've always known
I'm not alone
when I lay down with my poems

Do you lay in bed while writing poems I know I do.

Celia Aug 2020

Testing...

Does a poem have to be thought out
does it take years to edit and perfect

Or can it be,
can it just remain,
a few simple, raw lines

I wonder how many of us spend hours perfecting a poem. Or is it the raw ideas in our head that are truly the thing of beauty

#short #sweet #meta #sad

Aug 2020

Megan H

Poetess

Is a poet still a poet
If they do not write?

A journal gathering dust,
But a yearning to write.
Am I still a poet
Without my inner light?

I'm sorry I haven't written a while! Love you all

#poet #journal #write #light #sad

Celia Feb 2020

What the Heart Knows

I bring you my heart as you would a flower. Take it, put it to your nose, press it to your lips, pin it to your breast.

There is no end
Nor can there ever be
For we are bound
Eternally.

I recently discovered this poem which was written by my grandmother. She passed away almost a year ago and I miss her everyday. I wanted to share a piece of her heart with the world.

#loss #hope #flower #timeless #forever

Apr 2019

Francie Lynch

If

If you were a book,
I'd read you again.

If you were a ride,
I'd wait in line.

If you were my dream,
I'd never awaken.

If you were a star,
I'd never look down.

If you were a flower,
I'd never look up.

If you were mine,
I don't know what I'd do;
But I'd do it.

#lovepoem #desire

Celia Apr 2019

Medication

I feel foggy
With this self-medication,
        my mind thickens still
An unasked yet unanswered query
What exactly is in this pill?

A means without end
An end far from near,
        there's a pain in my heart
The saddened fate of system made,
        too late to tear apart.

#depression #sad #lonely #pills