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Johnny walker Aug 14
The very last time that I saw Helen was the chapel of rest laid there just as If she had fallen
sleep
Placed In her hand was our wedding photo bought tears to eyes releasing this would be the very last time
I'd ever
see Helen this side of Heaven for I knew I'd never rid myself of the emptiness but
even though
I'll
make to end of my days can't help myself thinking why take my wife and leave me hear to face
this life
alone
Johnny walker Aug 14
The very last time that I saw Helen was the chapel of rest laid there just as If she had fallen
sleep
Placed In her hand was our wedding photo bought tears to eyes releasing this would be the very last time
I'd ever
see Helen this side of Heaven for I knew I'd never rid myself of the emptiness but even though I'll
make to end of my days can't help myself thinking why take my wife and leave me hear to face
this life
alone
Under the cover of darkness people try and get away with many things
and then they may suffer the consequences or scorn this activity brings.
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From "Simple Observations" ongoing writings since the early '90's.
Donna Apr 22
A grey sky use to
look sad , now it looks old and
wonderfully happy
Im in a really happy place and I’m going to make the most of it , feeling blessed to have such a crazy funny awesome family xxxx ❤️
I catch a glimpse of myself
in everything
a miniscule glimmer
a tinkling whisper that floats into
my consciousness
I see it in wild beasts
who flash a feral grin
I see it in the wind
as it tears across the trees
It is even in the sun
when it folds into the horizon
"Like calls to like"
Some say
and believe it to be true
Clenched fists
choked laughs
trembling lips
A ravaged piece of me contracts
at the aching heart I know
is within that beautiful exterior
Perhaps, deep down, our soul is sewn
of the same material
Perhaps there is a single stitch
that binds us together
And all it takes is a single
snip
to cleave it in two.

-Esther L. Krenzin-
-Roguesong-
What brings us together?
What tears us apart?
Marianna Oct 2018
i was told once
as a joke
that i bring the rain
everywhere i go

i clenched my teeth
and softly laughed
while looking at them
shining like little suns

their sun-rays danced around the room
pure and free
and untainted by the rain
that was pouring all over me

i felt my eyes turn into oceans
as i gazed at the cloudy sky
while the rain was pouring down
every single drop felt like mine
i am a cloud sorry for my rain

There is no love in my life
No one to hug and hold tight...


-

I don't feel that presence
To know they'll be there
I'm not warm and secure
By somebody who cares

-

I am empty; alone
Only hollow inside
On my face show a smile
But just want to cry
I am trapped in a cage
My one wish; To be free
Can't escape my own skin
Life's a joke played on me
Written: October 4, 2018

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[Iambic/Anapestic Trimeter then Anapestic Tetrameter format]
Jenna Aug 2018
your  look  saturates
your  focus  brings  me repose
and  rattles  my  bones

my  heart  overflows
as  I  witness  your  passion
all  day  I  could  gaze

dire  desire
shivering  at  the  thought  of
a  vanishing  graze

never  more  than  a
fleeting  glance  or  short - lived  touch
our  blockades  entrench

our  confines  have  names
mine  is  called  he,  yours  is  she
our  shackles  we  vowed

our  love  manifested
if  perhaps  time  allowed
us  as  one  maybe

left  unrequited
we  are  left  unsatisfied
us;  left  unanswered
Äŧül Dec 2016
I invested in love.
Then I kindled it,
With faithfulness.

I sowed the seed,
Then I watered it,
With so much care.

I am so well-versed with life,
Then I know a thing about it,
With patience, it only ripens.

I want it to grow,
Then I must care,
With high patience.

I planted the tree,
Then I must wait,
With selflessness.
HP Poem #1326
©Atul Kaushal

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