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Falling in love with her
Was a lot like wading in a stream:
I chose to sit in the shallows
Instead of drifting into the Ocean
Of my wildest dreams.
I confessed that I cried
while reading bright dead things,
and my mother smiled
because I'm the delicate kind,
and said that I loved poetry the way my grandfather did.

Shuttered eyes, slipping into the realisation
that it's funny how spirit skips a generation,
and all at once I'm bleeding blue,
recalling the pictures of you,
coated in tears that wet my lashes
like grass in morning dew.

I dress myself in pearls,
from what I've heard,
they were his favourite,
and walk to the Siren's sea,
in honour of a memory
that's not taken from me.

Because I still see him in my cousin's face and every gentle soul I meet.
I greet him with our mirrored mannerisms and the phrases I repeat.

I treat him with every plateful of pomegranates and sugarcanes.
I feel him every time this desert rains.

I hear him in his many namesakes,
hear his absence ringing in my mother's heartaches.

I'm near him when I pass his Phoenix palm in our garden,
towering tall, touching his ghost in the seventh heaven.

And when it's my time to drop the curtain,
and my poem fades into the mist,
I'll step into the afterlight,
and tell him all about it.


Copyright © 2021 by S. Y. Kalindara. All rights reserved.
To my grandfather, I wish I had known you for more than five years. I hope you're at peace.
ɪᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ sᴀᴅ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ
ɪᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴘɪssᴇᴅ ☠︎︎
--
I don’t want you to be a part of my life anymore.

I don’t want to experience the pain that comes with you

I don’t deserve the heartache that comes with loving you.
love me or let me go
Kyle Jun 6
Am I the only one who's crazy?
Falling in love with a celebrity.
I know his too far.
He's a star,
I'm aiming for.
But instead i got a scar,
That I can only adore.
I can't reach him,
Cause he's too far.
That I can only stare from afar.
Estel Jun 5
Another slice to my heart
I’m never good enough
Every word you say
Just grids me down
I’m down to the floor
Begging you please
Don’t hurt me now

The pain in my chest
I wish I could
Take a knife
And ****** it into my chest
To make it go away
It’s so unbearable
I swear this will be the death of me.
Kyle May 31
Distance can't be travelled
Voices can't be heard
Too far from each other
Different kinds of worlds, rather
Fantasy and Reality
That's how different you are from me
That's why we can never be connected
Hearts can never be intertwined
Souls can never be one
Because we're from different kinds of worlds.
My Heart

My heart,
desert dying,
I stumble, I stumble,
rocks and rattlesnakes
waiting to wound
waiting to wound.
Daytime skies overhead.
pitch as midnight to me,
and the road of lonely years,
stretches on and stretches on,
no end or voice in sight.

James E. Roethlein copyright 2021
Jim is the author of two books of poetry “Musing on the Cricket Game of Life Part 1 1/2” and “An Extravagant Way of Saying Nothing “both available on Amazon
Kennedy May 25
as of tomorrow,
may 26th, 2021,
my spotify bill will go down.
not by a lot, just enough to hurt.
as of today, may 25, 2021,
i haven't eaten.
my heart beats too fast.
my brain goes too slow.
and my spotify only plays sad songs.
maybe i'm melodramatic,
maybe i'm pathetic,
maybe i'm all the things i don't want to be.
my eyes are the broken faucet at the *** farm breakroom.
Savonte May 23
Artemis, save me from his kiss
Tuck my heart deeply into devotion for thee
May I walk with the wolves and howl with glee
May I from yearnings of romance be free
May flowers bloom underneath my feet
And the honeysuckles taste forever sweet
May the nymphs bring me herbs to forget
Those longings that threaten eternal regret
And if too much to ask is this request
Bring upon me an arrow
So I may rest.
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