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 Mar 2021 annh
Sharon Thomas
It was September,
I left my home;
With gloves on and a sweater.

I walked to the park;
That same place we once had that spark.

I lowkey wanted to see you again,
I knew you were bad for me,
Yet it was hard to restrain.

I left everything behind,
With only you on my mind

The wind blew beneath my feet;
I noticed the trees began to shed their leaves

I felt my heart race
When I saw you on the other side,
With that smile on your face.

We came closer to each other;
The cold wind made me shudder

The autumn leaves changed colour
And they had begun to fall.

I searched for that love;
The one I yearned so much,
But alas you were out of reach,
Out of love's touch.

Seasons changed..
I saw myself in a white gown,
At my final countdown

I know we aren't in touch,
But would you rescue me
from fate's inevitable clutch.

Then at the moment,
I realised you never left my mind
We were 19 and we were entwined.

You were my summer,
And I was your fall.
 Mar 2021 annh
Nylee
Gone
 Mar 2021 annh
Nylee
No one catch up to me
I am far too gone

There is no map to place I go
There are no lingering footsteps to where I am

You'd miss me
for a day or two
but then, time fixes it
and I'd be a distant memory
 Mar 2021 annh
jordan
constellation
 Mar 2021 annh
jordan
known from history to history
and named in every age
the muse our of imagination
circles above the darkened stage

firmly held by winter's grasp
but heralding the birth of spring
starlit hope shines from afar
breathing life into eternal dreams
watching orion shine
through the moonlight
wondering how many times
these timeless star-shapes
have been named
 Mar 2021 annh
jordan
this rhythm
 Mar 2021 annh
jordan
this daily death
and nightly rebirth
these swelling buds
and falling leaves
this piling snow
and torrential flow

this in- and ex- halation

this building warmth
and inertia of cold
this body grows
and then it grows old
this rhythm of life
and imminent death

pervades everything i see
so, could it be
that, perhaps, this rhythm is me
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