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Scott Mar 2019
I'm filled with broken glass and regret
Everything we didn't say, I can't forget
I left pieces of myself behind
A trail of pieces you didn't find
“I'd trade all my tomorrows for one single yesterday.” -Kris Kristofferson
nihiliti Jun 2018
black

like birds in gray skies

black like
the horizon when it dies

black like
flies weaving through the night
in search of light
shown down from
our artificial heaven

black like
a sea of forgotten things
buried beneath sickening
mounds of fresh filth
dredged from our
materialistic dreams

black like
my mother's eye
in the middle

like my father's lies
far from white
like the corners of my room
where I'd contemplate my doom
and wish for things
I shouldn't

black

like the soul at it's lowest
worn down to Tartarus
with all the little
demons that make a life
worth killing
and moreover
make such a thing fulfilling

black thoughts
sown by black deeds
give rise to evil things

evil breeds in
black ravines
where light's not
shown to these
forgotten
lonely
dead
dreaming things

deceased because you ceased to shine
There's something missing...
Salmabanu Hatim Nov 2017
My dreams were shattered,
My hopes scattered,
The day my son left,
Leaving us bereft,
Not of wealth,
But health.
The shock of him leaving was too much,
Life became an empty watch,
Without the supportive hands.
My husband's health declined,
So did mine.
Soon my better half died,
I had to move on,life I defied,
No more dreams nor hopes,
No search for better scopes.
Each day became a reality,
Forgive and forget,live with dignity,
Live life to the full,day to day,
The rest on Allah,what say.
My son left us for better pastures.More his wife refused to stay with us.
Äŧül Oct 2016
Your eyes are very unfaithful,
A swindling ******* you are.
You bereft me of all that light,
A dwingling light you were..
Youth had enticed me closer,
A cheating partner stabs me...
HP Poem #1185
©Atul Kaushal
Erin Suurkoivu Sep 2016
What are these bodies, these
limbs, giving up their sap
and heat? Who decides
who dies, who lives?

What is cut down is
cut down, and
bereft children
grow in their place.
Pauline Morris May 2016
Close to death
A finale breath
Reaper's touch
A finale hush
Pain dissipates
In loved one's eyes reinstates
Pauline Morris May 2016
A woman draped in a black hooded dress
Softly and slowly the coffin she caress
She is here for the death
She is quiet bereft
The tears slide down her flawless face
Cheeks a pink rose tint, lips blood red hue, there's no disgrace
Her hair is raven colored, she is nothing, if not grace
Her healing hands over her face she places
Her gut wrenching anguished moans can be heard for miles
She falls to her knees in the aisles
Behind her closed eyes she sees every moment of this life
The microseconds of happiness the years of anguish and strife
She cries and wails for a life lived this way
She moans and sways
For in that coffin is where her life lays
Pauline Morris Apr 2016
A woman draped in a black hooded dress
Softly and slowly the coffin she caress
She is here for the death
She is quiet bereft
The tears slide down her flawless face
Cheeks a pink rose tint, lips blood red hue, there's no disgrace
Her hair is raven colored, she is nothing, if not grace
Her healing hands over her face she places
Her gut wrenching anguished moans can be heard for miles
She falls to her knees in the aisles
Behind her closed eyes she sees every moment of this life
The microseconds of happiness the years of anguish and strife
She cries and wails for a life lived this way
She moans and sways
For in that coffin is where her life lays
Peter J Thomas Feb 2016
She stood, she smiled, I melted,

Then suddenly she left,

My heart could barely beat again,

My life, my love, bereft
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