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Diána Bósa Dec 2017
In this my time of need,
I dream about
those Harmattan-breezed stories
you left unsaid on my skin,
for you were so dreaded by the thought
that your light may come alive from its slumber,
that I may reflect and echo you.

And I am whispering now,
repeating the song of your beating heart,
before you could also withdraw your touch,
and say: rather stay blind than to face with these all.

I unbound my hair...
A Embers Jul 2018
I called to you
Words floating
Escaping on a breath
From the confines
Of this page
Do you hear them?
Sewn between
Every confession
The symbolism
These characters represent
A paltry melody
I mustered
Between sonnets
And speechless utterance
Do you hear it?
Your name
Drifted from this verse
Echoing down the canal
Of your hollow heart
Rooting within
Every fiber of your being
Halting the advance
Of the darkness
To bring you back to life.
Samantha Dec 2017
Is it something?
Everything?
All there is?
In this simulation
We call life,
Anything's possible.
An infinite echo.
A forever-ticking clock.
A perfectly sharp blade.
A rope, rough and ready.
She hangs it up.
To hang a picture.
A picture for HIM.
For us.
For everyone.
Echo,
          echo,
                    echo,
       ­   echo,
gone.
Monika? Is that you?
Melody Dec 2017
He died and she was alone
But she stood strong
For she was wearing
Tiara of his love
And still clearly hearing
His voice echoing
I'm with you
Belove.
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valentina Nov 2017
he whispers in my ear
a soft poem
about rediscovering love
and listening to the sky’s music
and singing along
and falling in love
with a whisper in your ear
i’m lying in bed
being cradled and covered
his arms are wrapped around me
i’ve fallen in love
with an echo
Diána Bósa Nov 2017
My wings became the shadow of the past,
yet still echoing their flight
for you are the space
that holds together their mass
and breathes matter again into them.
Irina BBota Nov 2017
I write with letters of the silent alphabet
the foreword is a short criticized page.
With my heart pounding and silence as my bed
I notice that my life will step to another stage.

I will not be a poet, I will just pretend
that I use noble and enchanted words
I'll write, but I'll be not famous at the end
I'm going to search for the emotions of verbs.

And the non-colorful muse with which I feed,
will be hiding in the comfort of billions of stars
will feel melancholy this entire universe of greed
my eardrums will have an echo of silence and scars.
Miro' Siegel Oct 2017
I am Hylas
and my voice is the echo,
my desire is the spring
and my mind is the bronze pitcher
that I have desperately filled with you

And how I long to tumble clumsily
in the throes of wine drunk love,
with you, my ever present but distant nymph;
forever in wonder of the parallels of myth
Megan H Oct 2017
We whispered into the dark
Stories of life
Because we didn't think-
Anyone would hear us.
But somehow our lost voices
Found each other in the darkness,
Embraced.

For once we didn't hear an echo
Of our pasts.

For once,
We could look towards the future.
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