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There is much about you to remember
Am terrified I might forget
To me appears you already have
Realization that makes me upset

Nothing to stop image from fading
From brain a bit more each day
Picture your face so clearly now
Know time will steal it away

Writing all our memories
The best way to ensure
In some way I'll preserve you forever
The perfect specimens we were

You do not care
Freeze precious snapshots
Because to you they did not matter
If love was a delicate vase
You would purposefully topple it simply to see shatter

Sit down to rest tired feet
Exhausted from leading around in laps
Do not know you're giving me the runaround
You set fire to all the maps
You can repair something broken but you will always have to see the cracks where you glued the pieces back together as long as you live
on a gentle breeze
fluffy dandelion seeds
did saunter around
Mrs Timetable Jul 2020
It dawns...

She ponders...

It wanders...

Goes yonder...

Back it saunters...

Her thought process...

Sometimes is...
Beyond her
The poem writing process point of view. I don't know why, it just is.
Ruheen Jul 2020
Don't let the bed bugs bite...
Even though they're crawling
All over you.

Don't let the raindrops win...
Even though they're
Surrounding you.

Don't let the windows shine...
Even though they can
Always see you.

Don't let the bed bugs bite...
Because even when you're
Holding your pillow tight...

They still come and snuggle up by your side.
...figure it out. I'm going to sleep
Lara May 2020
What are colours?

Colours define everything.

But who defines everything to the ones who can’t see?

Not only the ones that are blind.

But the ones who just don’t want to see it.

To see what is right in front of them.

To see the world around them.

To see everything that exists.

And what does not exist.
So what exists?
John McCafferty Mar 2020
Clear the mind
with forms of breath control
Vibrations emanate
Serpent flows in swirls
It curls around the centre line
Seven points along the spine
From base to crown
Varied hues are queued
where energy is key
Use the force
to elevate your qi
(@PoeticTetra - instagram/twitter)
Amanda Kay Burke Mar 2020
Night changes and spins around
Bitter day will follow suit
A purple frosty evening
Turning black as soot
Wyatt Mar 2020
Oh she sleeps around
just to feel something
and he only feels her
when she’s wearing nothing.
Oh she sleeps around
‘cause she feels nothing
so the dress falls down
when he’s asking for it.
They remember
all the nights,
stashing the guilt away
waking up for the day.
Can’t remember
who turned off the lights
but still they both got
into that same bed,
under those same sheets,
thinking the same things,
no future and no rings,
something “for now”.
Forget the world
we’re living to die in.
Close your eyes
and dive in.
Oh she sleeps around
just to feel something
and he only feels her
when she’s wearing nothing.
Oh she sleeps around
‘cause she feels nothing,
now the cigarette’s burned out
and it’s time to leave.
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