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Robert D Nov 2019
Here lays someone
You all hardly knew
The darkness is his head
With each new day just grew

He asked for help
But no one could see
His plea went unaswered
That's just reality

Some couldn't be bothered
Others said they didn't know
Really? You couldn't
What? His pain didn't show?

Now it's too late
Now maybe you'll believe
Next time someone asks for help
Just help, so you won't need to grieve
A Oct 2019
One foot
Two foot
One foot back

Walking down the isle for the wrong occasion
Take my place in line in the precession

Until now you were holding it together
I'm next in line-- eyes lock on eachother
Face to face and I can mutter
is "I'm sorry about your father".

Break down in front of the alter
Time is still as we cling to one another
The same church we grew up in together
Familiar yet strange to remember




When the world's to big for you
split it down the middle
We can bear this load
Together we'll see it through
Allison Wonder Oct 2019
This is me
Trying to write about you
But there’s too much pain
Too much sadness
I still don’t understand.
The words don’t come
The sounds don’t flow
I just really miss you so.
(c) Allison Wonder
10/8/19
Wang Di Sep 2019
I dream about the summer times,
Where the yellow hues were
Luring us
Around sunflowers,
That were yellow
to the depth of their cores,
Telling us how they missed
seeing us together.
But, now that you are gone
And I am here,
The yellow hues aren’t yellow anymore,
The sunflowers aren’t yellow anymore,
They talk about how they are
Turning grey, grey like the ashes
That you turned out to be.
Oh, dayou,
Leaving behind the only thing you couldn’t take with you,
Me.
Creator Sun Sep 2019
Late.
You're too late.
Too late
To stop what you inadvertently caused
Too late to apologise.

Too late to go back,
Too late to reverse
The damage you caused.
To him.
To me.

Late.
You're too late.
Too late to say sorry.
Too late to be sorry.
Too late.

You're just too late.
Don't be sorry.
He never wanted you to be sorry.
He just wanted you to notice him.
To acknowledge him.

Not to ignore him
Bash him
degrade him every time
Every time he comes to you
And asks for a second chance.

He is one of us.
He was one of us.
And you should live forever
In guilt
Of your sins.
A draft for a possible dialogue at the ****** of a passion project :)
M e l l o Sep 2019
the rain
starts to drop
his fists clenched
his eyes was red
he cursed the ground
muttering the words
fate is wicked
screams unheard
he cursed the ground
called you stupid
your silence cut deep
the pain he tried to keep
he remain tight-lipped
yet inside he wails and wept
how dare you throw away the life
that others struggles to keep?
as the rain stop
he asked the ground
why did you commit
such selfish act?
Potd. Sept 11.
Keiri Aug 2019
It wasn't an impossible goal.
But I did give it all of my soul.

I wanted to be a teacher.
Be a duller, rules abiding preacher.

I saw me with glasses, and my hair in a dot.
Proudly presented in the hallways I'd trot

Everyone would see me and assume
What an ancomplished woman I presume

I wanted a simple house with children and a dog.
In my classroom, I would endlessly monologue.

I'd have two children I'd teach everything myself.
There'd be a successful book I wrote on every shelf.

That was my idea of success.
Before it all became a mess.

However I still truly believe.
I'll get over all this grieve.

And still make it work.
Without meeting another ****.

That took all away from me.
I'll get there, you'll see!
This litterly is my life in a nutshell
Faizel Farzee Aug 2019
Tears flow like the river Nile enraged
Mournful embraces, as the joining feeling of a future lost unites a weakened family
A mother inconsolable treads thru meaningful memories as the smile of her lost child still freshly lingers with her
A fathers rage distorted, hopelessly punches walls as the embrace of a perfect daughter still freshly lingers
A Family horrifically shaken, as even the stars sheds their mournful tears
Why? A question tread milling through broken down spirits and scarred souls
A eternally loved daughter’s memory, drowning in uncontrollable tears
Tear stained prayer reaching out with a healing hand, as reluctant sorrow pursues a numbing soul
Mournful embrace, the only solace in a wicked life’s tragedy
A promising future, with love in abundance lost in a sorrowful abyss
A life unnecessary lost,
not only the loss of one fragile soul
A child lost in any community is a tragedy
M e l l o Jul 2019
Nakatingin na naman
sa malayo
habang tahimik
na tinitingnan
ang palubog na araw
dito sa tagpuan natin
ako'y nag-iisa na naman
Mga alaala mo
tahimik na sumasabay
sa ihip ng hangin at
sa unti unting pagbaba
ng araw sa parang

Hanggang kailan ako aasa
sa posibilidad na bukas
ay muli kang makakasama
Hanggang kailan ako
maghihintay
Kasi unti unti na kong
nalulumbay
matagal pa ba?
ako'y naiinip na
pakisundo na lang
ako pag oras ko na

Araw araw
walang mintis
dumadalaw dito sa tagpuan
masuyong hinahaplos
pangalan mo'ng nakaukit
sa bato
mga naggagandahang
bulaklak na gusto mo
ay dala dala ko
bukas ulit
andito na naman ako

Sana nung nagpaalam ka
pinigilan kita
kung hindi lang ako tanga
sana naagapan ko pa
hindi ko alam
yun pala ay huli na
Huling pagkakataon na
makita ka
Huling pagkakataon
na makasama ka


Matagal pa ba?
ako'y naiinip na
pakisundo na lang
ako pag oras ko na
Another poem of the day.
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