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Leif Jul 2018
I saw you on the shore, waving back at me from a far
Goodbye my love, goodbye forever
Forever, I thought, what a terrible thing
With tears in my eyes, please don’t let it be

May your love be the lighthouse that guides me home
When I am old and grey, and time has gone
When the chains have fallen from my hands
And freedom has given me hope that I may hold you again

Because our love was never in our faces or in our bodies
It was in our eyes
When I looked into yours, and you looked into mine
We saw beyond ourselves, and became one

This picture of you I carried with me all those years
Was only enough to remind me of your spirit
for every time I looked in the eyes of your painted image
I saw only hazel
and I felt so alone

but now as I live these seconds slow
not knowing when I will go
the picture that became a fleeting mystery
has taken on flesh, and become real once more

and after so long, and such pain
you stand before me on the shore
drawing me in to a face and body I no longer know
with hope and fear I look into your eyes
And again at last I see
The home
and the love
that forever, I’ve known
Enjoy. A poem about a man wondering if upon his return home after many long years the love he shared with his wife and family will be real and apparent again.
Ashari Ty Jul 2018
My favorite moment in a day
Is right before I fall asleep

When I look up
I could finally see the nightsky

Not that I have no ceiling
But I choose to see the stars behind
There is more than what meets the eye ;)
Poetic T Jun 2018
Stagnant azure silently peels
      above the clouds of old oak
       that hover mutely behind It.

Fleeting sunlight is obscured
         behind shadows of daytimes
passing, its frailty now closed .

Beyond this fleeting moment
           is a cloudless rendition of
happiness unlocked momentarily.
nawke Jun 2018
life's constant journey
always tooling.willing.bleeps
precision mapping
What do we willingly bleep?
Don Akasha Jun 2018
Readjusting to the eternal present moment that is now and forever
Where all things spiral and grow... where all creation flourishes
Once again I lost my mind only to rediscover inner peace
and find a sense of contentment and bliss like never before
This maze gets deeper and deeper as I traverse the unknown and beyond
I keep wondering how things could get any more strange
I keep thinking that this life can't get any more magical
As soon as I feel like I know what to expect,
the path transforms once again, right under my feet
Doors close and windows open right in front of my face
This path is forever changing and adapting
Constantly shifting and expanding dimensions
I find the singularity and liberate myself with each breath
Pure eternal bliss...
Everything is perfect as it always was
Everything is perfect no matter what happens next
Expanding Consciousness - Month 8
Amanda Kay Burke Jun 2018
I remember those warm summer nights
Can you honestly forgive me? Can I make it right?
Feel incomplete stillness caressing the air
Lips still smile but you know I don't care.

Breath clouding thick, oxygenated days
Frost clings to sunlit August rays
I'm all alone in the swift cold breeze
Sleeping unconsciously before the dawning freeze.

Next to your pillow, where I lie
To be? Not to be? To live or to try?
My choice is unspoken sound
Sharing sighs, while my heart starts to pound.

Blankets lay in crumpled heaps
And there is tension while your rejected heart sleeps
Distant pained eyes pierce my hollow soul
I wait with crossed feet, for you to lose control.

I know of your love but won't respond
Can you imagine what lies beyond?
Feel my kiss, if only one last time
My passion ends abruptly, just like this rhyme.
Very old
Poetic T Jun 2018
An estuary of decomposing
    virtues, bloated references
weave on the silence of a stream
                             of hidden dread.  

Trying to hide the crimes of yesterday,
                flowing beyond their view.
But everything will eventually
                                caress the shores
of what was washed beyond their guilt.


Nothing that is washed away
         will ever be kept secret.
For everything will find a river
                                             of truth.
To be seen and deemed in dismay.
            Life isn't a river to be washed away.
a gasp
that favored
curves where
this wasp
hunchback would
assuage their
forbearance that
wailed beyond
purchases in
which this
game with
their entitlement
was flatulence
but the
herd where
proportions were
beyond gases
trump trade war
justine grace Jun 2018
Have you ever wondered what if one day everything you ever dreamed for crumbles?

The friends you call friends aren't really your friends anymore.

The family you once thought that is forever isn't much family to you, anymore.

The love of your life that promised you the world, just can't accept you for who you are anymore - despite of all the promises made.

Life isn't like how things were described in a Jane Austen novel.

Life is beautiful yet its' misery taunts us and breaks us down, minute by minute each day.

What is life without meaning? What is life without people caring?
What is life if promises are meant to be broken?

Really though. What the heck is life if it's all suffering and neverending.

If this is what you call living, then I suppose it is time to figure an easy way out.
It's 4.20am from where I am, and just thoughts I have lingering through my mind. I don't have the perfect relationship with my family as a matter of fact, my friends are slowly turning their backs against me at the time I need help and support the most, and the only thing I have now is my boyfriend. The love of my life, and he is the only person in my life that I wouldn't want to lose. He is amazing, he supports and loves me in everything I do but sometimes I can be a handful and although I know I can get under his skin, I love him for the patience he has in him and for tolerating me. I am never perfect but if you're with me, you're my ride or die for life. So thank you, mi amor. But besides that, life is just slowing me down and as much as I want to laugh and shake the thought of sadness and be all okay about it, I just can't. The past couple of days I have been losing it. My insecurities are sky high, my tolerance for other people's **** (hypocrite I know) are above and beyond, and I am getting so witty and angry at the littlest of things and I can feel my anxiety getting worse. I am becoming someone I was years ago, I am becoming this whole toxic being that even I can't accept and I don't know what to do. I just want love from the people I love.
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