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sophia sacal Sep 2017
Why is it that I keep tending to my wounded wings
Only to have them shot down by you
Again and again?

Why do I keep seeing you as the fallen angel,
And me as the wicked devil who has wrought
Disaster onto our love?

For is it not the other way around, love?
Is it not you who has torn it all apart,
Who has ripped through the layers of my heart
And snatched my soul into your hellish claws?

Say only yes, dearest,
And perhaps I may decide to lay bare my chest
For you once more.
Dearest Summer;

My dear friend,
Summer from the equator
Your
smile beams with happiness
leaves me
warmth
     overjoyed.

Cloud did not
our loving conversation interfered
Wind did not
our amicable words interrupted

yet
limbs of mine
turn freezing numb
hands of mine
keep growing cold.

Ti's of my heart
decided
with an acquaintance;
Winter.

It was then;
A feast for love
dearest Spring has prepared
    in desires of excesses
  got us acquainted

infected me
with undying
loneliness

locked me
with rigid
sadness.

Thus,
please do not misunderstand;
may our friendship
continue when the season ends.
it's just sadness :'(
19th March 2017: This poem more than 2 years ago was written when I was humiliated by a teacher in a class. I really disliked the fiery lady who did that to me. She was the haughty rich woman and I am the nobody; of course she could say whatever she wants. When I wrote this poem, there was no anger. There was just sadness.  I certainly did not expect her to succumb to her illness on the 17th of March 2017.  Rest in Peace, my teacher. May the anger, pain, and sufferings of your soul be extinguished.
i wish to reveal a most precious thing
as Spring has begun
my dearest Daddy’s Birthday is done

he is not a man of celebrations
i want to disclose this personal’s manifest

as his blueprint, i am really beatific
i am very fortunate to be able to recollect
all and everything

to be your beloved daughter
is one most precious and delightful evidence

such a coziest feel to have you in my presence
you embody all that is calm and peaceful
no other impervious Daddy then you, my handsome sensitive

your BirthDay, dearest Daddy is never nebulous
the reputations you left us are all fabulous

you told me tales, they are in fact realities
you are one of a kind, your mind so sublime
you constantly cared and loved me, i am your prime

i love to tell superlatives about you
you deserve the most, dearest Daddy,

i am very proud of you, of your humor and your visions
your cartoons, drawings, and your fascinating paintings
you conjured magic in all your writings

C.C. was your weekly talkings
Charlie was your weekly walkings
in the world of Charlie Chan

i am very fond of you, my very talented Daddy
i know your world too, owned by you as a stage performer….
i remember everything, every detail hidden in my mind

i wish to reveal the most precious thing
last night i went to your place, i was wondering
you were not there, i started sobbing….

© Sylvia Frances Chan
21st March 2017
May he rest in Peace. May he have a Happy BirthDAY in Heaven on the 21st March on Tuesday....
He died too young too soon, my greatest grief on that day.
The Lord gives, the Lord takes at His Time....
elizabeth Dec 2016
I wonder...
Do you miss me,
My dearest love?
December 21, 2016.
koreen Nov 2016
#6
These letters I write for you, my love,
will remain unfinished while I'm still alive,
because for you I would write a million sentences
and still feel like I have express none.
I love you more than eyesight, space and liberty;
I love you more than love allows.
My dearest, I promise you all of the words I have written
ㅡ and also my unwritten ones.
I will love you for as long as I could,
for as long as my heart lets me love.
And even though you will never write back,
I'm afraid I won't ever stop.
Dear sorrow, I plead for you to go away
You keep returning and I don't like your hello's
You keep consuming my body and I am tired
In this world I want to STAY

Dear sorrow, stop taking away my pride
You make me loose each opportunity for respect
You make me have "Pity" from others commonly
And I hate for that fact, I want to hide

Dear sorrow, stop making me go seek Mary Jane
With her I no longer see you for a few hours
With her I am taken by the hand and we dance joyfully for hours
Am I still sane?

Dear sorrow, it is your fault that I do not know what is right and wrong
I have made bad choices, too many so far
I have died internally so many times
I identify myself through every sad song
copyright under Delilah Wine Williams
Maloi Sep 2016
Why is that
It’s so hard for me
To write something or
Sing something for my family

How could I called
Myself a poet
When I cannot do something
For the people who is dearest to me

Maybe, just maybe
All this things that I want to do
For them is in a good place
In my heart
*I wonder why I can write something for the others but not about my family, just a quick writing, I know I can't express that much to them but I'm trying even in a simple act or something. I just want to say "I love you all my family." :)
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
You've given me
a couple of infinities,
And a couple forever's
with a side of ethereal treasure's.
And passion you've given aplenty.
You
flare into my being

Not unlike a nova
you flare, ever assuring.
Luminous.
I find myself
In a constant state of free-fall
I find myself orbiting
your sweet selfless entirety.
Waiting for you to take me in completely.
Waiting for you to take my all,
when you accept
my restless.

Dearest,
Patience have it's due.
Love,
Know My adoration is true.
~ ~
O,  la  Luna,  O,
Thee ...Grande  Celestial
Body, Come Hope, please, Do
Not harm Us ~ Hopeful Earthlings,
~ ~   A Sun rays were given through Blissful  ~  ~
Splendor of a Reflective Lunar Beauty;
A Magnifieing  Great  Albedo Touch
Soften's us within our' Cores,
Extraordinarilly ~ Now,
Shall  Be  Praised

~ ~
~ ~ ~
Imagined  by 
 Impeccable  Space  
Poetic  Love
~ ~ ~
Brandy Nicole Jun 2015
Mother of the year
they cheer
If only they knew the
skeletons you hide
with your rotting teeth and heavy bags
Mother of the year
What lovely kids
They cheer
Not knowing the silence is fear of her whip
and no food to eat
Oh mother of the year who stays high
Mother who gives drugs to your child for pure entertainment
Mother of the year
Not from what I hear
Not about my mother but about something else
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