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Kayla Chappell Apr 2020
Time has passed now,
I hope you are a part of the waves crashing down
At peace
Hope you are a butterfly flying around somewhere
Forever wandering
Hoping you are the color of deep red since you loved it so much
Filled with passion
I hope you can hear me
And i hope you have let go.
You deserve to be at peace.
Finally.
I hope you are drinking wine and eating tacos with Marilyn Monroe while dancing to your favorite songs
For eternity

I never realized how much you did for me, the little things.
Im a mess now.
I just wish i could talk to you
The only one who knew what to say
When all came crashing down

I miss arguing with you about little things
And laughing til we cant breathe
You seemed to be the only one who really knew me.
I would do anything to have you back, but i cant keep reflecting on the past.
I have to let go too, but i cant let go of you.
You were my life. All that i knew.
Gone far too soon.
God i wish i woulda knewn.
I would never turn down an outfit you picked out for me,
Just because i love you.
I would never turn down an opportunity to come see you,
Which i know i did towards the end.
Too involved in social dynamics and friends.

I regret it all momma.
What i would do, if i knew, that i would never see you again.
I would have never missed your birthday.

It cuts me to the core.

Just know, i love you so.
I hope you are singing a song.
With not a worry.

Dont stress about me,
Ill be okay, eventually.
I love you infinitely and appreciate all you do for me.

Still sending signs to me.
I love you so.
Like rose said to jack, ill never let go.

I cant wait for us to meet again.
You always called me your angel baby
But you are my angel now.
I can feel you watching over me. <3
I love you my butterfly.
~ To the ends of the universe, til’ the end of time.~

Youronlydaughter -- ~
Michael R Burch Apr 2020
yet another iffy coronavirus haiku
by michael r. burch

plagued by the Plague
i plague the goldfish
with my verse

Keywords/Tags: haiku, coronavirus, plague, social distancing, homework, working at home, poets, poetry, goldfish, writing
Sneha shenoy Apr 2020
Ay!you ,I stay'd thee for him,
Thou both were inseparable like juno's swans.

Thou were Christened by his name,
seperation hath made you insane.
Why do you fleet the tym carelessly ? reasons you give are completely lame.

Thou bequeathed me with your pain,
Making me sob Secretly in rain.

He overthrew you wrestler grip,
Making u lovelorn❤ and u tripped..
Why did I banish thee?
Cuz I realized thou art not For mee..

I prithee forgive me,I tried to thwart..
but still I hath banished you "yes you my heart".....
#Collection - Life in a Finger Bowl
Swaroop Shetty Mar 2020
One spring season, when it was a cold night and the full moon was all shinning bright.

With my friends, I was on the walk inside the Lincoln's park.

We were busy doing funny gossips of my old jacket's leather, beautiful weather and that tiny owl's feather.

Suddenly, I felt the winter glitch when I saw that beautiful witch.

All I could feel was the sensational breeze and the running time being stood freeze.

Her eyes were shining as it was doing black or white magic and I was hypnotized by the tragic.

All I could remember was her eyes were performing some art, which left the permanent tattoo in my heart.

When I came back to sense, she disappeared away, before I could find out what happened in a way.  

My feeling was like love at first sight as mentioned in a play Cinderella and in Book Alchemist, when santiago met fathima.

Now, I feel she was the one whom I was waiting so far, and I was all wasting time with doing nothing above par.
Love at first sight is my first written poem so far. The theme of the poem covers the scene when we fell in love for the first time. It was all started when I written a line ( jam) for the Topic "I Fell in Love" and I modified it to write a poem using the same subject and same theme. Later, on I modified with new Idea and I am happy at last I was able to complete it.
Grace Mar 2020
I sit alone
In the dark
Crying
Because I’m SO lonely

And it all seems like a bad dream
Or like a story I read somewhere
Where everything turns out fine

But right here
In this moment
It’s all
Too
Real
When did it get this bad again?
The Dybbuk Mar 2020
Oftentimes, you realize, that the shaking of an intangible void, desperate, clinging before it too is lost on an otherworldly transform of otherwise incomprehensible, nightmarish, or null thoughts, buried between the conceptions of self-deliverance and a bone-knuckled release into an endlessly exploding oblivion, or the intangible touch of a thousand tiger's treasuries.
Pranav Khanna Jan 2020
Her
Your eyes shine brighter than the sun,
                    they make it look so bleak,
your eyes, more beautiful than the night sky,
                   make the universe's beauty seem so weak.

Your hair, oh, they fall much so perfectly o'er your face,
                   and those streaks, the way they sneak out from behind your hair,
are like Picasso's finest stroke,
                   like that one perfect sun ray coming out of dark clouds, cutting through air.

Your smile, the most beautiful wonder in the universe,
                  so perfect, it would make the golden ration obsolete,
And those shiny white beautiful teeth that brighten this dark world,
                 Make the world so colourful, and more importantly, my life, complete.

Your voice, like the song of a Nightingale,
                 So melodious and harmonious that even the best singers would shy away,
So mesmerising, that once listened to,
                 One might find it impossible to stay away.

Your touch, like a feather brushes against one’s skin,
                 So soft, yet so warming that it would melt the harshest of hearts,
Your touch, gentle as silence,
                 Speaks volumes for itself, and you, how wonderful a person thou art.

Your laughter could heal all wounds,
                Its so beautiful that even the Gods would come down to witness it,
The way you cover your face while you’re at it,
               Makes you look, the prettiest lady, finer by every bit.

You are as perfect as perfect can be,
                 You are the eighth wonder,
That people would **** to be know to,
                 As beautiful as Aphrodite, that you’d make a man wonder.

You are more precious than the life itself,
                 You are the reason people still have hope,
You are the definition of perfection,
                 Your talks are so flipping dope!
Her, someone who makes me feel special and this world more colourful.
Her, a person i can count on forever for she is so wonderful.
Colm Jan 2020
This morning
Grey thunderclouds
Fell on my morning horizon of hope
And I, half asleep still
Could hardly note anything
Less than try

So I did
When you haven't seen the sunrise in months. And then, caught speechless by its beautiful sight. You have nothing to day. That was my morning on this young day. RIP. lol

Writing this some... Nine hours later.
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