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I'm thankful for the time to reflect
To feel warm embraces of memories
Emotions of lighthearted joy, and
Scenes of my life that conclude with
Their own heartfelt epilogues

Thankful to shed tears
Serving as reminders
That no matter the hardship
We are one as human

Keeping internal connections alive
Breathing in this life to the fullest

I explore in self
What I can give
Back to this journey

My eternal gratitude
For moments like this
And loved ones like you.
I wrote this piece last year for Thanksgiving, but its message goes for each and every day. Let us always spread love and warmth, and open our hearts to each other. Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Cherish what you have, and remember that you are loved, always.
Amy Duckworth Oct 2018
I am an empty shell
but,
I am full of happiness
I protect my loved ones.
That makes me happy.
That's all I feel but it will soon disappear.
Don't cry carry on for me.
FlipThePoet Sep 2018
High school wasn't big enough to
encapsulate the beauty you possess
and now on my IG feeds you appear,
glowing like the morning sun
wrapped in long dark hair.

Currently, we are cities apart
but my words for you still draw blanks
such beauty I can't understand,
my thoughts choking  
and I still don't know why.

We seldom talk now and then on snap chat
but it's all an act
I know we don't attract.

You different now you not that girl
the beauty is there but your lifestyle changed.
I guess it's as a result of growing up
not sure why mine hasn't changed.

I just want to stop being attracted to you
Wubs
Can you tell me how?
forestfaith Sep 2018
Marble walls tainted blue, crying tears of rain.
Marble sculpture crying rains and years of pain.
Wasn't shattered because I was made too hard by the pain.

Shattered. Finally broken apart.
Freed. Finally knocked down the bars of iron and cards.
Not confused anymore.
Through the shattered glass I can finally see more.

What was once a fogged view, what was once a mirage of what's true. It's mine. Finally mine.

My heart rejoiced.
My soul raises high it's voice, it's praises to the one true King.
No longer a melancholy song sang, but now a song lost.
I look forward to that day. Where I am with you God. Save me from this world, this body.
Break me and build me up.

Marble walls tainted blue, no longer there, just me and you.
Me and you God yasss and me and my family and my friends, hope I see you guys in heaven, hope I go heaven too..
Shruti Dadhich Aug 2018
With my heart weeping every moment,
& my deserted eyes not even shading a single tear,
Oh! I feel my every part screaming with pain,
But my tongue yet silent with a known  fear!
& no here ain't present  any of my lover,
Or anyone of my creditors,
      who owe a part of my love,
But in the similar faces left are just the pain givers...
The pain givers are only the one whom you have ever loved....
Unknown & unloved ones can never give one that severe pain, which causes      "Heart Break"!
faeri Jul 2018
I didn't pay attention to you.

I couldn't bare your company.

I didn't know much about you.

Maybe I didn't even meet you.

All I know is that you loved me,
no matter my
imperfections.

It's a shame to say that I didn't care for your aging heart

until the day you
left.

The day I had to say goodbye to someone I hardly knew
once
twice
thrice.

Then I grew up and realized what you mean to me
and couldn't even tell you.

I'm sorry I didn't appreciate you
for you always loved me
and I hope that you know

that I love you too.
Cherish the people around you because one day they won't be around anymore and you'll want to be at peace with the time you've spent together.
Mary-Eliz Jul 2018
fingers feel for loved ones
tears when they are found
names etched in solid history
lives taken in the emptiness
of war
A challenge to use less than 25 word poem; prompt word: wall.
David Acker Jr Jun 2018
ETD
What do we do when the high is gone?
What happens when we begin to walk around merely a shells of ourselves.
Not fully understanding nor wanting to except the choices that God makes.
Where do we go when we are lost, other than just going through the motions of moving forward.
Who am I kidding...
Pain never goes away...
And misery is an incurable ETD
Emotionally Transmitted Disease
One of the poems I write after my great grandmother passed!
I used to admire you
Now I can do nothing
Nothing but fear you
Every time I ask
I fear you'll Snap

I fear your slaps
I fear your screams
I fear your eyes
I fear your presence
I fear your hands
I fear your advance
I fear your words
I fear your arms
I fear you'll **** me
I fear I will
**** you
**** me
**** us
**** both
Jackie Mead Jun 2018
The ancient village settles below
The mountains they surround
And high up on the hilltop they are guarded by a cross with Jesus Christ tied by hands and feet bound

We climbed to the very top
Rock after rock we did not stop

First La croix, to admire the view
The village below, pale walls, shutters of blue

Next we walked and climbed,carefully taking our time
A Fort sits on the top, crafted by the Saxons
Men of strong build and hair of flaxen
450 metres above ground, so quiet not a sound
The remains a joy to see, just my loved one and me

The village is of Moorish beginnings
Has ancient street names, restaurants and bars
You can drive through with your car
But take the hike to the top and you will be winning
The view the reward, on a clear day you can see to the Alps
Your heart will thank you with little palps
Your body will thank you feeling sprightly
Your mind will thank you feeling rightly

A day of energy and fun, a day spent in the warming sun

A day to remember another day when winter is here, a day to remember and to bring you much cheer
Spent the morning climbing a mountain, so worth the view, it was mild when we started raging heat by the time we had got back but so enjoyed it
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