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I open my mouth
and you leave

                    I fall mutely-silent
                    and you leave

I press my body to yours, with words..
and you go away

                   but somehow, you always stay--
                   why  is it always this way?

ah, ****   wait,

got something here..
bcb Mar 30
for fifty years have you walked this earth
for fifty more will I walk like you
for fifty years have you stood proudly and boldly
for fifty more will I stand like you
for fifty years have you served so resolutely
for fifty more will I serve like you
for fifty years have you seized so relentlessly
for fifty more will I seize my own
for fifty years have you reached for better
for fifty more will I reach like you
for fifty years have you loved endlessly
for fifty more will I endlessly love
this you have inspired within me
all I do is for you

be well
a poem for my mother's 50th birthday
Mark Toney Nov 2019
Love's garment woven with endearments
Ovations shared in heart harmony
Vows- the genesis of love's endeavor
Enduring love cultivated with kindness

          ~when love precipitates, selfishness evaporates~
11/2/2019 - Poetry form: Acrostic - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2019
CarolineSD Oct 2019
Don’t you even close your eyes
Lest you miss how bright
This morning is.

Even the ice will fall in
A masterpiece of light
And though it cuts hard
Through the warmth of the night
I will lay my palms outside
And clutch it.

Reach with me now
Into the crackling cold
And feel something there
So pure
There are crystals dripping down
The insides of my soul.

Don’t you even close your eyes.
There will be diamonds drifting from the skies
From clouds so thick
And so white
This stabbing pain
Will be shredded into
Wild kaleidoscopes of light,

Similar to the ones in your eyes.

Let us not miss this moment.
Strip the blankets of summer
And feel the sting of truth,
A biting wind along my skin;
It sings


Don’t you even close your eyes
And if you should
Be it only in the circle of my arms
Where our hearts
Move in a quiet beating
And the rest is silence
And rest is peace and

A bright moment worth waiting,

"Well the night's forlorn and the morning's born and the morning shines with the lights of love. And you'll miss sunrise if you close your eyes and that would break my heart in two"
Christina S Aug 2019
Though my path is not always clear
sometimes it takes a hard look in the mirror
I need to know where I've been
to know where I'm going and then
It's up to me to overcome all the strife
That I've been through in my life
and never lose sight of my dreams
For my kids and my family--we're a team
I grew up without hope and so much more
I'm glad my kids can be happy. They are adored!
For them to grow up free of fear
Is something I hold especially dear
I wonder how I avoided the pitfalls of this earth
But as I grew older, people saw me and found worth
Now I am free to live and love as I please
The times of enduring and persisting have ceased
Had a rough start to life..
eva-mae Aug 2019
and I would call you my Heathcliff,
but I am no Catherine.

You were a complex character
before I made my impact,
I cannot claim to have caused your
wounds, nor to have healed your heart,
But for the time we had,
I hope I brought you some small,
( however small)
amount of joy, or at least
from the wicked souls who tormented you
That now reside in a shadow behind your smile.

And yes, in a way I suppose I have the qualities of Catherine,
I too broke my own heart,
but at least you could recognise
that you too, played your part.
Tori Jul 2019
It is a sticky night.
Like the watermelon that drips down your chin
Like the humid air that sticks to your skin
Like that song you can name when the first note is hit
Uncomfortable, beautiful
Like the clothes that stick to your back
Because you have clothes
Like the way that our messed-up families stick together
Because you have a family
It is messy, like glue
It is sticky, a sticky summer night
Like all of those nights, long ago
Like the blood that was shed for you, for me, by a stranger
By hundreds of strangers
It’s a legacy and it sticks
And we can only pray that nights such as these will
become a memory, something permanent
a fixed point in time, something that endures
We hope that, even just for a little while
It might just stick around
Matt Feb 2019
To the object of my desire,
For which I always climb higher:

Everyone says that you're a hoax
And that my dream is just a joke.
Though the words cut deep
and my body stings,
I knew from the very start
that you existed in my heart
For you I journey on and I'll stay strong
For in my arms is where you belong.
Clara Dec 2018
I feel my heart shrinking
without light, without air
feel the pressure increasing
no space anywhere

Crushing, constricting
screams muted by lies
but what will remain
if anything does

A fish out of water
a bird thrown to the ground
Adapting? Surviving?
Or wilting, drying out

I plucked myself
I broke my core

Now I'm left with the pieces
I forced out of the puzzle
and the puzzle keeps changing
I can't put them back

This hole in my chest
frayed edges, torn pages
For nothing, a thing

Here I stand
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