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They used to call me  "ethereal"  but I never imagined
the way it feels like, until the time came I told you,
you were ethereal

You were heavenly yet detrimental
as it is only meant to be whispered
in the heights and distance.
Ave Maria May 15
Angels kiss you when you are unaware
in both your most painful and most beautiful moments
This is a warfare;
                               we keep  it in photograph,
                               we keep it in pages,
                               we keep it a secret.

                              I thought I was a keeper

and then everything is heavenly
                                  You are beautiful at daytime,
                                  and shining bright at night.
                                  "You are ethereal"
                                                       ­          the distance is an animosity
                                                       ­          though, we keep on
                                                                ­ reaching
  
                                                    ­             It is not about the
                                                             proximity
                                                                ­Yearning; we were still
                                                                ­looking at the same sky.

I thought I could keep you (as I keep everything about you)

you wouldn't  be able to held the sky as it was meant to be ethereal
s y kalindara Oct 2021
The funny thing is,
you never said them;
those three heavenly words that I'd been
hanging on to hear,
but I knew I felt
their eventual effect
in my limbs,
and I was convinced
that I hadn't imagined
your affection.

The funny thing is,
I never confessed either;
couldn't will my lips to part and tell you
that your eyes could eclipse the moon,
that I could get used to
the letters in your name and feeling nervous,
that I could (still would) love you on purpose.

The funny thing is,
back then my words got caught in my throat;
they don't anymore.



Copyright © 2021 by S. Y. Kalindara. All rights reserved.
We never actually said "I love you".


(p.s. follow me on instagram, if you'd like to @sykmusings ♡)
Kolawole Zainab Sep 2020
Heavenly downpour is here
To wash away every fear,
Cleanse the impure souls
And actualize unachievable goals

Heavenly downpour is here
To make the leaves and flowers
Bloom by her superpowers;
The birds dance happily and stare

Heavenly downpour is here
To carry the burdens we couldn't bear;
Enthrone the gloomy slaves
And enliven corpses in the graves

Heavenly downpour is here
To drown faithless failures and sins
And celebrate the lasting wins
To prove that she truly care

Heavenly downpour is here
To announce another harvest year;
Farmers till and toil the land,
Hoping for bountiful harvest as planned

The cloud cackles and tickles
As she sent down her blessings
To the deserted earth in trickles
Touching the trees by caressings

Children play hide and seek
Both the strong and the weak;
The pitapats of hails on the roofs
Invigorate homes to sing and hoofs

Couples savour the blissful breeze,
The scented moment drew their lips
As their hearts and mouths freeze,
Holding hands and waists in grips
Lilly F Jul 2020
i remember you whispering in my ear in mass when we were meant to be reciting our hail marys.
and daydreaming during the homilies of how dangerously strong our love may be if it was let known,
reverberating over holy lands,
overpowering the sounds of church bells.
but only the walls can hear our words over the loudly sung psalms
and only a god can see in the dark.
your love was architectural.
your love built me cathedrals,
your love built me empires.
the soft vibrations of your sweet love words bounced off the stain-glassed windows and silently drew an echo over the room,
through the pews, up to the sacred altar, presented as a gift to all.
a poet you are, my love,
a goddess, even more so,
with your words, you have the power to create
and with your love, you have the will to sanctify.
for churches are divine, and gods are ancient,
but you are you, forevermore, every century.


©L.F.
Jackie Mead Jun 2020
Do you ever wonder, what why, who you see?
When you cast your eyes heavenly.
By night when the stars shine bright.
Like fires burning in the skies.
Do you ever wonder who you see twinkling before your eyes?
Do you ever wonder who has joined you that night?
Is it a popstar, politician, inventor or wisely sage?
From a time so long ago, you cannot remember their exact age.
Clinging to their last song, speech or invention.
Letting go, never their desire or intention.
Or is it a lost loved one?
Letting you know they are near.
Listen very closely what do you hear?
“Hi, its smee, I know you think of me all the time, I just wanted you to know, I did not go far, I am right here!”
Taking in the stars is a game we all love to play.
Breath in
Breath out
Take a minute
Take Five
Take a moment to feel alive
Connection made now you can rest.
Relieve the pressure from your chest.
Sleep tight without longing.
Knowing you can see your loved one again tomorrow.
Brings a small amount of peace and joy, helps to dim the sorrow.
Dedicated to all lost loved ones, in particular Dad, Pete, Shane, Oskar and Ted.
Always missed, never forgotten. Keep shining brightly, we see you.

3 years ago, Grenfell Tower happened and many people lost loved ones and some lost many loved ones.  This is dedicated to anyone who lost and still misses a loved one.
Amna Khan Jun 2020
The Heavens are closer
to Earth tonight
to sing for you
and hold you in their silk arms.
But you are frowning at the sidewalk,
looking for pieces
of your broken heart.
Just look up, darling.
Constructive criticism is welcome.
On Instagram as @amna.writes.sometimes
Carmelita Apr 2020
Father Father where are you?
Father Father, I know I have lied to you.
Father, I have said I won’t do it again,
but yet, I went straight ahead and did what I ought not to do,
But that which I ought to do have never been in my thought,
I have broken your trust, and now my words are like dust
I have disappointed you, I know I am wrong
Why am I always so head strong?

Father Father, please lend a listening ear
Father hear my cries, see my tears, as I beg on my hands and Knees.
Father God I know it is my fault,
a default of my actions, words and thought
Father I feel that you are gone and now this battle can’t be won
All alone now has made my sorrow seep deep within my bones,
I know you can hear me; I know you can see.
I know you are up there looking down at me.
As such I ask, I pray, I hope, father please help me here below
Father please give me the strength so I could cope.
Father I am so sorry for all the things I have done before.

Father Father it is really dark here and I am scared
I don’t know what I should do, where should I go
I am so confused,
But what is fear? I shouldn’t be scared.
Because deep down I know my Heavenly Father loves me,
Even though he might be disappointed in me,
He loves me despite my imperfection, disobedience or sin
As long as I am willing to let him in.
He will always be by my side as a Father, a friend a shield
One who I can depend upon even unto the end,
To share my joy, my sorrow, my worries, my tears,
So tell me friend, why should I fear?
Speaks about a person who has turned from God forgetting all the good God has done, now that he/she is going through a tough time, he/she seeks God but is facing some difficulties but yet God is always there.
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