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Zywa Dec 2023
When we say goodbye,

my waving hand trembles, but --


father doesn't notice.
Poem "Terminal Resemblance" (1990, Louise Glück)

Collection "Em Brace"
Zywa Nov 2023
Back in the Garden

of Love, I walk around lost --


among gravestones.
Poem "The Garden of Love" (1789, William Blake), set to music in 2003 by Jacob ter Veldhuis ('Jacob TV'), performed by Lichtbende in the Organpark on November 17th, 2023

Collection "org anp ark" #319
Zywa Nov 2023
I left her behind,

'See you tomorrow', I thought --


it would be okay.
Poem "antie Gerty, suster Kamfer, antie Trui" ("aunt Gerty, sister Kamfer, aunt Trui", 2016, Ronelda Kamfer)

Collection "Home sea"
Kyla Nov 2023
I know it is time to let this go
And that right there hurts me so.
My heart is breaking,
My head is aching.
I should have known from the start
To listen to my head and not my heart.
I shouldn't have let it go this long,
Because I knew it was so wrong.
But you brought me on this crazy ride
Which I really couldn't just slip aside.
And you brought me to a place
That made my heart race.
I'm writing this so I can let you go
And just so that you know
My feelings for you were real
But I can't keep letting myself feel
Because it's all too much to take in
And makes my whole world spin.
Without you here to tell your story
It makes me feel so sorry
But I can't keep feeling this way
Knowing it may never go my way
Just remember You had me at hi
And now I've got you at goodbye...
Sombro Nov 2023
And thus she went
Leaving behind her the many kind words
And lingering hopes that make all good things seamless,
But which fade like her perfume in places she slept.

When I saw her face disappear
Behind mirroring train reflections
I saw those who stared when we waved
Caught in the crossfire of our connection.

They should know, as all should, how
Our iron-clad love is feather armour
Marking a true knight of the cloth
The world's spasms worn about our backs with many gold brooches.

Such it is to be anointed, to filter all out
With your inestimable standards
Held high for those to see
How much she loves me.
Saying goodbye to a loved one
eden schreave Oct 2023
to the friendship or whatever it was we once shared,
to the memories we've created,
to the stories we told each other ,
to the life we've lived together.
i hope life brings you joy and fulfilment,
that despite things ended between us,
and changed the way we live our lives.
i hope you find the joy you were once seeking,
the company you've been wanting,
and love you've been waiting.
truly wishing and praying you best in life,
even if what once was a dreamed relationship,
become the nightmare we both wanted to escape.


from an old friend
Endings are beginnings too, I am beyond grateful to have shared life with you yet I would prefer to continue life by myself. This is me saying goodbye, letting things flow the way it is, and knowing what truly am I in your life. Goodbye to the person I once shared more than half of my years.
Odd Odyssey Poet Oct 2023
i cannot, cannot carve myself
into a stone; as a mind set in stone
and all of it's memories, are made of gold
as i'm buried in the dark,
like all of the seeds of my words
i spread so many in the world, hoping
one day some wisdom would grow
longing of a day, a day
that I find my composition as a poem
but what is even a poem,- a piece of
writing; i'm a piece nowadays, with an addiction
to a scanty diction
an imagery i myself pretend to imagine,
and a passing time of passion in a tone
of passive


it's me. no it's we,
it's they who try to be them
it's all of us; related- but our words'
seem not to be so relative,
these days i a poet cannot, cannot relate
to my very own poems .....  ......
Phia Oct 2023
I gave you
A piece of me
Under the impression
That you
Would put a piece of you
Back in its place.
But time and time again,
I am left wanting.
Empty
And alone
With nothing left
To give
Getting some feelings out. I am so sick of people leaving. I can’t do it anymore
Phia Oct 2023
One by one
the list gets longer.
Promises of continuity
turn into emotional tourism.
The word "goodbye"
has built a permanent home
behind my teeth.
But despite the familiarity,
I am still left with a bitter taste.
Alone, I choke on the silence
as I sit in the presence
you once filled
wondering what the hell
is so wrong with me
that no one ever stays
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