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Shofi Ahmed Dec 2020
Sky is a roof
we can never touch.
Our feet stuck
on the ground
can't get rid off the dust.

Neither can we breath
without drowning
into the air.

Then we can say
every morning we can
scoop up a new sunrise!

Then there is an expiration
date set for each of us.

Gained all that in store
in the world?
But which way
is the way out?
Can anyone find
the exit time
before it comes?
Arindam Barooah Dec 2020
uneasiness encore
tearing at the seams
all over me.

presence scruples
as your absence haunts
in the reality.

desire ignites
longing burns
bringing out passions deep within.

I feel
I strive to feel your
breath
whisper
touch
voice
essence
an undone trail you left
lingering every nook and corner.

the heart lies awake
flurry of excitements await
to quench the thirst of lustful longing.

you come to sew up
the undone you left
to enslave with your charms
to take my breath away.
i went back to the healing place

drove through town just before
5 o’clock, traffic slowed, i sped

i went back to the healing place

the one i felt i hadn’t needed when
for once i had trust, i rushed
to take seat, said hello to my friends
the varied thrush, the winter wren

i said
i went back to the healing place

just in time to see the sun laid rest
beneath barren branches scratching
cracks across a sky caressing dusk

with it i lay back myself and look up
at those familiar hawthorn branches
i must’ve traced a thousand times before

i went back to the healing place
and the healing place was there for me
once more
Fey Dec 2020
i wish the world
would hold its breath
just for one day.

because i am running with time,
only that
time is always one step
ahead of me.

i wish that just for once,
our breath would synchronize
as one
and only one
exhale.

© fey (09/12/20)
Jaxey Dec 2020
you gave me hugs
when you could have
given me kisses
you gave me comfort
when you could have
given me oxygen
now I'm here
gasping your name
while you ponder
on why I can't breathe
rip
J Dec 2020
she came up behind me,
curled her long fingers into my scalp
****** in air through her teeth,
and lowly she said,
"How long has it been since you've showered?"
embarrassment is an understatement.
I laugh, shuffling nervously in my seat,
feeling beyond disgusting
replying with
"sad."
she repeats the word back, tasting it
as if it were a question,
as if she didn't know
then she said it quieter.
"sad. i get sad too. try to take one tonight, okay?
do it for me?"
i hold back tears
for reasons I'm not yet sure of
and breathe.
I want to be strong enough to do it
but I'm not sure that I am
Sally A Bayan Nov 2020
)/. ||..\/..||../(/

Lilies and selloum,
anthuriums, snake plants
and wood sorrels,
pink bougainvilleas and crotons
greet me every morning,
they keep green poetry alive and
in motion, as sighs of joy awaken
and nourish the brightly verdant.

i walk the few steps to the small
front garden...every breath taken
reminds me of
precious oxygen they give,
we breath out carbon dioxide,
they gladly accept...

i keep wondering,
"where, when, and how
did these mutualistic symbiotic
relationships come about?"
we would not...cannot survive
without them.

someone's, or something's refuse,
could be another's lifeline, or treasure,
no one...nothing...stays an island...


Sally

Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
November 23, 2020
The Dybbuk Nov 2020
The keys of the piano slipped and fell,
tumbling into oblivion.
The taste of horse tranquilizers,
the slow drip of distortion...
it twisted reality apart, and into something new.
I breathe, and the world changes shape,
As the music soars across the church.
Another line ties my blood to my mind,
and I begin to speak in riddles;
Altogether unbound by all the things I am.
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