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I miss you, back when you were still young and innocent.
Your beautiful crooked white teeth are turning yellow,
your face is thinner, and you look older.
Is this part of growing up?
I would give anything to go back a few months.
Now I sit alone in the place where we laughed together every day.
Would things be any different if I was like you?
The habit I once thought was funny, I can’t stop doing now,
because it reminds me of you.
Please don’t turn your back on me.
If this is the only thing I can do to make you like me,
then I’ll never stop.
this is for my friend. i love you and I miss you
showyoulove Nov 2024
All have been given different God-given gifts
To choose to use to grow to show
The love that we receive and the faith that we believe
To bring His kingdom down right here right now
To change the world, to change the lives
To change our very hearts and minds
To speak and act and think and pray
To make the most of every single day
Let His light shine through you
That you glow for someone who
Was lost and wandering
Someone searching for something
And maybe your gift and offering
Is what picks them up off the ground
And turns their whole world upside-down
You could be the answer God sends
Upon your loving "yes" a soul's fate depends
Zee Nov 2024
It could have been different.
Don't you think?

If we never lived.
The lives we did.

If fate didn't have other plans.
If death didn't take a vacation.
If one thing changed our direction.

We could be indescribable.
We could be unrecognizable.

Trapped in another time.
Destined to never meet.

It could have been different.
Somehow we could have changed.

Never be who we were meant to.
Doomed to forever stay the same.

Fate is funny like that.
Still we wonder.

Only in another life.
Things would be better.
hello there
it's been a while
i haven't spoken to you in a while
and i think it's fair to say i've changed
changing is hard
and not fun at all
but this is proof
that maybe one day
i can come back
and say hello again
to me from then
from me now
PERTINAX Oct 2024
Nature's Retreat

My heart sings songs parallel to the dance of rain
Where lyrics speak true to nature's mighty chorus
Of colorful leaves burned from early frost
Where green becomes gold and gold turns to red
And the animals, both big and small, hurry to get to bed

My heart speaks to these changes all around me
Embracing Fortuna as if she were my mother
Wishing that I, like the leaves, could also fall and be free
Released from loose bonds that sway with but a breeze
From mighty ******, third of his name, God of the wind
Who that deceitful Juno deceived, to blow steadfast
Aeneas away from hearts true love, to a bigger purpose
His own Goddess to please

Yet... It was not to be for me
Too strong were the currents from that vengeful Neptune
Who then commanded blue Oceanus to summon the monstrous gray Charybdis
Pulling down on the brown oars of my life, seeking to consume
That which I thought mine, as if spoken by an Oracle,
A future as free and varied as a rain soaked forest in fall
Before all falls to rest within the spiteful white teeth of winter
Leaving me to dance in the decay of nature's retreat

I then cry with Terra Mater, reminding her of the days
Where our hearts sang and we spoke in hushed whispers
Excited for the seasons change and the chance to rest
Yet... I am not prepared to say goodbye to her
Her beauty, to me, shines brighter than burning Sol
Me, a moth to her flame, is lost when she is away
Tormented by the memories of life living only to die
An endless cycle of pain that numbs the days spent waiting
For spring to rise once again and refresh my heart
From the desolation of the icy purgatory
And empty forests, skeletal in appearance,
A drab contrast to the songs of revival and lush trees
That are a favorite of the myriad dryads and nymphs
Whom orchestrate the natural melody of the Earth
While patiently awaiting my summer heat

I miss them like I will her, for soon I shall fall like the rain
Patiently awaiting my rebirth so that I might dance with her again
Matthew Harper Oct 2024
Ever since we've met,
I thought you would change,
But it wasn't like that,
It did seem too strange,

My thought wasn't wrong,
There has been a change,
It took me so long,
I'm stuck in a cage,

You remain the same,
still out of my range,
You are to blame,
I hate the new change,

You've made me flee,
From hopes and desires,
Now just like a tree,
I'm burned by the fires,

I used to be strong,
as free as a bird,
Now something is wrong,
Can't utter a word,

Why have I changed,
still remains unknown,
A person exchanged,
That yet has not grown.
Sometimes you change for better or worse, sometimes change heals but sometimes it hurts
Luca Scarrott Oct 2024
We are like bread.
Bread has three irreversible modes:
dough, bread, and toast.
many things in life, if not
everything in life
have many different forms.
we are all in the different stages of bread
and yet
we criticise and judge ourselves
for moving and changing
and needing a new environment.
The suitable storage for dough
differs vastly to the suitable storage
for bread
and yet
we do not mock it
but facilitate it.
We could learn a thing or two
from bread.
I was thinking about the concept of toast while making croutons from stale bread today. It both baffled me and made me laugh a bit when I realized how heavily we judge ourselves for not being in the 'right' place. Whether that's not being where we want to be, where we thought we would be, or where we are. The thing we can learn from bread is that the right time will come around eventually- time just takes time. I'm not usually one for light-hearted or comical poetry but I hope this can make one person smile to themselves!
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