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Dani Just Dani Dec 2023
I ponder while laying down
In between rosemary shrubs
What has been going on with you
My love.

I grab ahold of the wind,
Tie a ribbon around its feet,
A letter written on a leaf
In petals and twigs attached,
In hopes of you sending your
Voice to bless me with peaches
and the morning sun.

I love being by myself,
I love the silence,
But then it gets darker than dark
And I can’t get asked how my
Day is going, because it doesn’t
Know where to go.

I know the echo of a person,
Is not a person at all,
But it’s nice to sit with the
You that reminds me of you,
A memory of a memory
Will comfort me while
I wait for the wind
To lift up the smell of rosemary
Up to my upper lip,
Even if it’s just disappointment
That it brings.

I know missing you
Doesn’t mean anything,
But that we had something great,
But oh, to have lived in
The middle of an open field
In spring while you, blossoming in love
And everything that comes with it
Laid down your arms and me my pride.

Oh, to have loved.
Oh, to have done.
Oh, to have heard.
Oh, to have done.
Oh, to have held.
Oh, to have done.

Oh, to have done.

I want to see you,
Not in the reflection
In the puddle of rain water,
But in skin and bone and
Sun and warmth.

Let me love you again
Or
Let me say goodbye

One last time.
“I can’t exactly describe how I feel, but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me cold”
Mrs Timetable Nov 2023
I rode by a Cemetary today
A very old one
I had never seen before
The headstones...people here
Long before me
Lay there resting
Did they know anyone
Who rest there with them?
Very likely
Did they love anyone
Who rest there with them?
Even more likely
It made me incredibly emotional
To know how much past loves
Were resting there
It made me happy to think love existed
But it made me sad that it also ended


(Sometimes I think too much)
Amanda Kay Burke Nov 2023
Okay will someone please enlighten me on why I'm so ****** up?

Let's go over it from the beginning

Because I am baffled..
Barely a poem haha
Nickols Oct 2023
Mortals may think that death is the finally ending.
For you, my love; it's merely the beginning.
Josephine Wild Sep 2023
I feel like writing again.
I feel like riding again.

I'm scared to be loving again,
to have my heart broken again.

But a breakthrough requires
being broken again.

I've gone through the fire, my friend.
Red hot, I'll embed my brand again.

I'll stand on the start line again.
I'll run the race again.

Life is a race that never ends.
Once one is over, it begins again.

It feels good
to feel new again.

Life goes on, my friend.
It feels good to live good again.
First poem after a while.
Josephine Wild Sep 2023
I am just me.
A single being.
A beginning and an end.

I am just me.
An individual.
My character and personality and morality belong to myself.

I am just me.
A human alone.
My heart is mine alone to own.

I am just me.
A person all my own.
My worth terminates in myself alone.
Feeling the sense of self during meditation. It’s just me and nothing else matters.
Ghxstcxt Jul 2023
It all started with a quote I wrote on a post it note.
I stuck it not for show, but for hope on this road I'm bout to solo
I'm not alone though
In fact the quote I wrote that thought provoked I got told.
I've to say it once inside my mind
Then again to make it twice
Out loud the second time
Bring perspective to my eye
No joke
It's so I can focus through this hocus pocus
I've conjured on my own, that's slow eroding soulful in all the places that I don't go.
So, here's to a better day tomorrow
And every one that follows...
Danielle Apr 2023
I grew up longing to be found
on a deserted place where the stories
told 'I shouldn't have meant to be there', counting the dead until I become them. I was written on old houses as I was left haunted and reminisced on melancholic belonging.

However, it is her rising, the beginning, the becoming.

I am a chest filled with lullabies, it is my reaching to the world to heal my heart, and a calling of the ocean, where my love belongs.
self-love, self inspired poem and a gift to my 22nd.
Orange Jan 2023
Lily to your valley,
Blooming so delicately.
Petite and fair,
Purity to your name.
Embody me,
The start of spring.
Embody me,
Your embodiment of love.
Twisted truth,
Lily to your valley.
Embody the love or,
Signify my death.

okay I let you guys interpret your own ending hihi
Zywa Jan 2023
There is no message

in the bottle on the beach --


So, what shall I write?
Collection "New Ago"
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