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Aa Harvey Nov 7
Beautiful Tears


Life has an expiration date.
Call it sad or call it fate.
It has to end and all fades away.
You can fight against it but you can’t evade.


Remember your dead for they are not here.
You have loved them now for years and years,
And when you next meet them you will once more be near.
Their ending was not the beginning of your tears.


You have already cried and you did not die.
They fade away but you hold their light.
Inside your heart is where you will find them.
They will be waiting for you at your bitter end.


So do not cry for hollow reasons.
Life is change and so are the seasons.
Passion lasts but it’s gone in a flash,
If you fail to hold or give it back.


Love is beauty, beauty is love.
Up is still up when you are feeling no good.
If all you have is pain, then simply wait.
Life will come good again, one day.



(C)2022 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Bree Nov 7
How is it fair?
                     Every time I see you, you look exactly the same
            Same long hair, curly and brown
   Same eyes as before, so bright and blue

   And I wonder to myself
            Do you recognize me, as I do you?
                     As we pass in the hall
                                Does your breath catch, or you heart stall

                        Because unlike you, I’ve changed
                            I cut my hair, and dyed it red
                                   Changed my clothes
                                    My eyes now dead.
H AE MZ Nov 7
To feel you, to have you, is what I have risked everything.

To love is so easy, to be loved, so hard.

But that mantle, so swiftly gone, now leaves me standing, alone, in a reverberating void, where your voice lingers.

Love's fleeting cloak, a transient shroud— once my shield, now an empty field, where the specters of your voice haunt the silence, and shadows stretch, reminders of what was.

When love departs, it leaves jagged marks, an aching void, where joy once stood.

Your warmth, a memory's ghost, haunts my nights, a presence I miss most.

The trust once held, now shattered and expelled, love's remnants sting on the skin, like the chill of an endless winter, where frostbite gnaws, and daylight never peaks.
Oh, the fleeting nature of love! In writing this poem, I aimed to capture the profound emptiness that follows its absence. The imagery and metaphors are meant to evoke the haunting presence of lost love and the lingering memories that persist in my mind. This piece encapsulates the essence of my emotional journey, from the initial risk of giving everything for love to the enduring pain of its absence. Through this poem, I hope to share the raw emotions and the lingering shadows that remain after a broken heart.
Flowerhead Nov 6
When you unfurled your wings,
A draft took you out of view.
Within the cools of these capes,
I still hear echoes of you.

How can you be love,
When loss is all, you’ve known.
My shadow crawls across your grave,
When will I learn to carry on?

In the cradle of earth,
Your skeleton will always smile.
At least you found your solace,
I hope death is treating you well.

You’re gone,
But somewhere else.
Within these thoughts,
I hold you close.

Now rest my dear…
Zelda Nov 6
26
The weekend before
My 26th birthday,
I stood in a church—
Its quiet beauty,
My unshed tears.  

Pleading—
With whom?
I’m not sure.
I lost my faith so long ago.  

Desperate
A powerful injustice
Brought me to my knees.  

Take my strength, my love, my will—
My whole life too.
And lead my loved ones
To where the sea births the sun.  

My pleas must've fallen on deaf ears.
I sat along the shore all summer long,
Watching the sea swallow the sun.


Epilogue
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It’s just
A
Cold
Day

It’s just  
A  
Black  
Sea  

It’s just
My birthday

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Twenty seven  
Twenty  
Seven.            
            Seven
Twenty.                                    
Twenty seven  
Seven          

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Twenty Seven

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Nnenna Nov 5
The night's young, so were we,
I saw him standing alone under the stars,
where bonfire flames dances,
its firelight illuminating his features.

He was the answer to my unspoken prayers,
A face chiseled by the gods,
with eyes like darkest night,
where beauty masked the pain within.

His voice was a low, smooth melody,
And he tasted like forbidden fruit, sweet and divine.
His touches were novacaine, numbing every past pain,
And his gaze dissolved time, leaving only now.

The scent of his skin,
a heady mix,
Of leather, smoke, and midnight air.
One night, one glance, and I was undone.

Now, I'm haunted by the ghost of him,
A memory that refuses to fade.
His touch was a burning flame,
Leaving an ache that still remains.

He should have been a fleeting memory,
A fading light,
That should have just lasted one night,
Where we were lost in the throes of ecstasy.

The nights passed, and he was gone,
Yet his memory lingers,
Taunting me with promises and dreams,
That are forever out of reach.
Sara Barrett Nov 5
Once more, I find myself
believing every word you said—
a fragile hope,
woven and tangled in my mind.
It wasn’t right then,
and it isn’t right now,
lost in the labyrinth
of a heart that won’t bow.
I should have seen it coming;
the signs were all there.
Yet I wished upon a star,
caught in a silent prayer.
Your final lie,
the shatter of trust—
a haunting reminder
of love reduced to dust.
Why do we seek refuge
in ****** tales,
or cling to Disney dreams,
where true love prevails?
Because only in those dreams
do honest men exist—
not in fractured truths
or silent, torn screams.
I don’t even know
what truly makes me sad—
a quiet ache,
a lingering shadow of doubt.
I called it then,
and now I see it clear:
the echoes of your words—
I no longer need to hear.
mûre Nov 5
Grief is difference since you
and maybe you arrived just when I
needed you to
Because of the people so precious who left when you'd only
just gotten here
When I wanted to drift up to the night sky
to that place in the stars
where my loss might resound til I lose myself in it completely
There was you.
There were your tiny pink hands
reaching for my body, your only home
Tethering me fast to the earth
So I held my mountains strong
and willed my oceans calm
and remained your safe world.
I miss them.
I miss them so much and
nothing makes sense
except this,
So I'll allow myself to be both there, and here,
and allow myself to be warmed by the joy of nurturing you,
my tiny love.
Because
Even though it hurts
Even though it hurts like a -mother-
Now I've got to hurt
Like a mother
Lizzie Bevis Nov 4
Here lie the mortal remains,  
marked by a headstone worn by rain
which fell like tears over time,
guarded by weeping willows and pines.
The aged words sit in quiet rest
carved with words of a love confessed
and how much they will be missed,
with an urn of flowers that death kissed.
In life we part with so much grief,
and in Gods arms, please rest in peace.

©️Lizzie Bevis
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