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I crave just to see you once more, to hear your voice once more, to feel your touch once more, to gaze into your eyes once more.

But I also know, that it will never be enough for me, because I’ll keep wanting ‘once mores’

I know I need to let you go now and learn not to crave for your return.
you are a flower
so tender and dear
as i clutch you next to my still, beating heart

you are a flower
so tender and dear
even as your petals fall apart

you are a flower
so tender and dear
dripping honey into my sincere soul

you are a flower
so tender and dear
and your beauty is vibrant, as your life fades

you are a flower
so tender and dear
beloved by many, and feared by some,

you are a flower
so tender and dear
and, your beauty eternal, as it is ephemeral,

you are a flower
so tender and dear
as my last wish is to be enveloped in your finite love

as you lay, your words i cherished are etched in stone,
you were a flower
so tender and dear


musing about
the beauty & finiteness
of flowers & life

( & a rough practice of
repetition & imagery ! )
 Feb 2019 JWolfeB
Theo
Leave
 Feb 2019 JWolfeB
Theo
Save me this one last time.
Don't break me this time.
Take the heat away from me, like that time
You send away, leaving me behind.
Making me blind
Taking my mind
Away.
Save me from the war inside my head, at last.
But please, don't break me, at least one time.
 Feb 2019 JWolfeB
dadens
eclipse
 Feb 2019 JWolfeB
dadens
she was the sun
and the moon
simultaneously

when she entered the room
the rays of her smile radiated
and warmed the skin of everyone
in her proximity

she resembled a light summer breeze
that made the curtains dance when
the windows were left open

but she was more dynamic
than a simple ray of sun.

when she exits the room
and is left in the presence of herself
the shadows of her soul shake
like flowers after the first frost

she becomes an earthquake
as she goes to war with her mind

she was the best of the light
and the worst of the darkness

she lives as an eclipse.
© d.a.dens
 Feb 2019 JWolfeB
Melinda Barrett
I don't know what I'm doing
I cannot find my way
Growing more and more stagnant
Another Groundhog Day
 Feb 2019 JWolfeB
abby
wires
 Feb 2019 JWolfeB
abby
I want to fly but I am failing
falling in the deep
dying to myself
resurrecting old beliefs

struggling to comprehend why my being is now still
I am sick of being boring
I lead myself into the thrill

the abyssal oceans blue that sway inside my mind
searching for a label
a diagnosis of some kind

Time is not real
Structure cannot be measured or weighed
I wait for the big moment when my wires become frayed

being "good" does not matter
I just want to be free
But freedom is subjective when I lose sight and still see
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