kiana 2d
you used to take my breath away
steal it out of my lungs
and make it into a braid
to wrap it around my blood
you I said needed it
as we both took flight
down your neighbourhood street
rain falling into my smile
I thought we were infinite
sharing a one of a kind love
we'd share with our kids
you were my vital drug
now, you still take my breath away
but you're taking too much
it hurts so much to stay
but the pain isn't enough
you breathed my last bit of air
and broke my breaking heart too
you just don't think it's fair
that I no longer breathe and beat for you
breathe & beat for yourself.
A composition, bordered by brown track, white shelter and
yellow line;

off-white, smear-windowed building (background)
                                  hexagonal floors, brutalist mandala;
triangle across the frame, a dirty, polluted structure
                                  one half of a red cross logo, boarded windows
                                  - chipboard, corrugation, MDF;
and Southern Rail green is grass in the lower foreground
                                  arrows, words, people.
East Croydon Station, July 2018 (see cover photo)

As part of 'View from...', a collection of observational poetic experiments, whereby I allow myself five minutes to finish a poem regarding my surroundings at that time.
Rastafarian perches on a BT wiring cab
Slapping dark green metal and screaming
Obscenities in Patois and nonsense
Alone.

          Passersby stare; shrieking oldies;
                                       laughing kids;
                                       bewildered Neil;
                                       and I

Sit drinking, taking it all in
Alone.
The Marquis of Granby, New Cross, July 2018

As part of 'View from...', a collection of observational poetic experiments, whereby I allow myself five minutes to finish a poem regarding my surroundings at that time.
To be honest
Of all
The biggest battle
One fought is within

Between  
Head and Heart

Let’s keep breathing
Till
The HEAD starts to BEAT
The HEART starts to THINK
Genre: Observational
Theme: Nothing, but a truth
Sehar Bajwa Jul 10
I need you

like a heart
needs a beat

like a body
needs a heart

like a soul
needs a body


like my soul
needs yours//..
Burst Jul 3
Megan Casey
My liefste meisie

You make my heart...skip a beat
Skip a beat
Skip a beat
If you were a song, I'd play you on repeat

You are delicate and true
Luminous, through and through
My sunshine in the morning
My sky so blue

You're the rhythm to my happiness
The tempo, to my flow
Pulse to my heartbeat
And your melody is so.....
So, so sweet
You force my feet
To dance to your tune
In a trance so complete

Your voice is the harmony
I'm the listening ear
Without your frequencies
My hearing would disappear

I truly do
Really really
LOVE you.
Maxim Keyfman Jun 29
How much time do I have left?
How much to write to me remains?
How much longer will I suffer?
How much longer will I die?


How much longer do I have winters?
How old are I yet?
How many hours do I have left?
How many minutes do I have left?


How much more can I see?
How much can I feel?
How much will I love?
How many people will I beat?


How much longer do I have winters?
How old are I yet?
How many hours do I have left?
How many minutes do I have left?


2017
Two unlikely lovers met, two broken hearts and each only had half. When they fell in love their hearts connected and started beating as one.
They couldn't live without each other, and now they’ll never have too.

                         With love,
                               Kirsten
Hearts beat so softly when struck a blow from love,

Skipping their unbreakable beating,
Pumping away the times that fall behind us.

Our Softest hearts are,
Our Strongest ones.

The hearts that aren't afraid to cry,
Are the hearts,
That will never die.




~Robert van Lingen
Dumb Name, but it is what it is
Kivanc Jun 20
our
water is entering to our lung,
our tongue sourish, we are drunk.
our souls shape due to command,
killing follows after cause one want.
why your heart rejects beating,
and pitifulness watching us all the night?
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