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Selma Mar 29
Many have left
Without a whisper.
I started digging
And fishing
For any sign of a type of closure.

I wasted my dreams
On those who didn’t deem me
Worthy enough
Of goodbye.
ibraheem Mar 26
Wooden,
hardened,
treated as a door with none but emptiness beyond.

Walk through me, pass through the scented door.
Cherish the ever so little sanctuary the door provides.
Hold dear to the beautiful scents of the door.

A door holds no lasting imprint on those walking through it,
yet every grip on the handle leaves a stain.
Some are what you carry along,
others merely a passerby.

How have I gone from one to the other?
Taught by life, for if your back is to a wall, none must stab it.
How must I live when eternal bonds know not the path to my heart?

Forever stained by the shadow of solidarity,
protected from the burning warmth I once craved,
bare to the cold I once hated.

Truly, time is all.
idk what it is but it's what i feel about graduating
Zywa Mar 21
The moon draws an arc

through the lonely dreariness --


of my empty head.
Composition "Moon Viewing Music" (2018, Peter Garland), for three gongs, part 4 "As I look at the moon / my mind goes roaming / till I live again / the autumn that I / knew long ago" (tanka by Saigyo, 1118-1190, translated by Burton Watson), performed in the Organpark on four gongs by Pepe Garcia on February 8th, 2025

Collection "org anp ARK" #88
Jucan Mircea Mar 17
I remember that grim spark in your eyes,
All the deep scars you'd disguise,
Those were all the scars I caused.
Hidden past of hate and cries,
And our future that I robbed.

I saw it even as we'd speak,
'Twas like you accepted defeat.
You tried to love me like before,
But we both knew it was deceit,
You couldn't love me anymore.

Even still, you tried your best
To forget of all the rest,
And be happy with what you had,
Even through all the unrest,
And all the times I made you sad.

Like a dream, we were together,
Nothing matters whatsoever!
It's like the first day that I met her.
But then why...
Do I feel this looming foreboding?

I knew my victory was fleeting,
That past patterns were repeating,
But I didn't know that day,
Was to be our last replay.

I'll never forget your smile,
Even though it was denial,
I still loved every second of it.
Please... Stay with me a while,
Don't leave me, just for a while...

I remember that hopeless light in your eyes,
You knew it was over, and your love dies,
I knew I was approaching my demise.
I couldn't stop it even if I tried.
Now it's my turn to cry.

You're gone now,
And you are happy.
I'm grateful for
How much you loved me.

Goodbye now to you, to our love,
And to the last day you loved me.
I wish I could turn back time
what if I'm so anxious
because I'm focusing on all the things
I'll say goodbye to
when I could be thinking about
all the things I'll say hello to
I'm saying goodbye to lots of things
but I'm saying hello to even more
Maria Mar 13
One minute to say “Goodbye”.
No words and no need to think of,
No grief of grudges and no regrets.
It’s the last minute of our love.

Your cold look and measured breathing,
Your silence and breathing ‘in out’ in tune.
Could you and I imagined, my dear,
That we’d end up like this as soon?

The minute is dreadfully long.
It’s like the time completely stops.
We can soothe the heart, freeze the soul,
But we can’t get pardon from love. No hopes.
This is one more story from my past, the story of my pain, my strength,  my great love. Thank you for reading it!
Mina Mar 10
The remaining of your lifeless body
Were some vivid images printed on my eyelids
some distorted memory tapes deforming in my brain

That night was a nightmare
I never woke up from
Every morning i still pinch myself
I bite my thumb
hoping the night is never too firm
hoping the morning comes

It's Killing me how
I'm starting to forget your face
Your glasses resting over your peaceful gaze
Your smile and innocent laugh brining life grace

I miss you and my annoying chats
I miss us playing with stray cats
I wish we wore your 20th birthday's hats

I miss such a young pure soul
I miss you as a whole
And i don't forgive the world for taking you
I don't forgive myself for every second not filling my eyes with you
Before you flew into the void of blue

I wish i said my goodbyes
Before it was too late
Before i knew that that night
such angel dies
i wrote this poem as a honor and remembrance of my real first friend, the real childhood memories I'm glad of every second we spent together, my cousin whom died in a car crash in the middle of august in the middle of the summer turning the sky grey and my eyes rainy,  i wish you were here to tell you that I'm sorry.. i love you
Reece Mar 6
When I last addressed you,
I considered you a former friend,
And after much consideration,
And re-evaluation,
I’m putting this debate to an end.
You were not my friend,
You never were,
Despite what I said,
And what I believed,
You never cared for me.
I was just an ear,
That you used for many years,
Oh, you caused me many fears,
Deprived me of cheer.
Friends don’t do what you did,
So I’ll say again,
You were not my friend,
And you never were.
A sequel of sorts to "My Former Friend."
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