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Steven Frank Nov 4
Strangers on the street
Souls destined to meet
Eyes lock to greet
Faces expressionless for a beat
One smiles
The other a frown
Their connection fizzles
Without making a sound
Not a word is spoken
Nothing attempted to say
Expressionless they turn
Still strangers they walk away
So many missed opportunities to connect with others around us.
A void where when your affection dwelled,
A gorge profound, where satisfaction withstood.
Presently repeats wait, murmurs of agony,
A heart uncontrolled, lost in the downpour.

I meander through days, a ghost's phantom,
Tormented by recollections, a weighty expense.
Your giggling, a tune, presently a lament,
Your touch, a glow, presently an unpleasant flood.

The world appears to be dim, absent any and all shade,
An infertile scene, where nothing is new.
Each stage a battle, a fatigued situation,
Lost in the obscurity, without your light.

The evenings are unending, loaded up with despair,
An unpleasant quiet, stunning.
Your nonappearance, a consistent, a significant burden,
Pushing down on me, constantly.

I long for your presence, your caring hug,
To experience your glow, to see your face.
Be that as it may, distance keeps us separated, a horrible declaration,
A partition, difficult to see.

I look for comfort, everywhere,
In any case, track down no solace, no harmony, no Danny.
The world appears to be chilly, a relentless machine,
Without your adoration, I'm lost, concealed.

I attempt to occupy myself, with books and craftsmanship,
However, nothing can make up for the shortcoming in my heart.
The hurt of yearning, a consistent aggravation,
A significant weight, that I can't maintain.

I miss your grin, your giggling, your mind,
The manner in which you caused me to feel so fit.
Your affection was a fortune, a valuable gift,
Presently lost everlastingly, an excruciating fracture.

I long to hold you, to feel your touch,
To realize that our adoration, won't ever be squashed.
Be that as it may, destiny has mediated, a brutal wind,
Leaving me broken, lost, and uncontrolled.

I look for replies, however see as none,
Lost in a maze, where trust has gone.
The aggravation of partition, a weighty burden,
A weight excessively weighty, to be conveyed abroad.

I attempt to continue on, yet it's difficult to do,
At the point when each memory, carries me to you.
The prospect of losing you, perpetually, is a trepidation,
That torment my fantasies, a large number of years.

I trust sometime in the future, we'll see as our way back,
To the adoration we once had, a lovely track.
Up to that point, I'll continue, with overwhelming sadness,
Expecting a future, where we won't ever part.

Thus, I stand by, anxiously,
For the day when our adoration will vanquish demise.
At the point when we'll be brought together, by and by,
What's more, our hearts will retouch, and our adoration will rule.
feeling beside you equals the world
ophelia Sep 25
I asked you to meet me,
where the streets hum soft with rain,
in Amsterdam's quiet whispers,
where we could start again.

The canals held our secrets,
the bridges our unspoken dreams,
but now those pathways lead you
somewhere far beyond my reach, it seems.

I thought love would linger,
like the mist along the Seine,
but now you stand with another,
and I'm left calling your name.

The tulips have bloomed without me,
and your heart’s no longer mine,
yet I trace the steps we never took,
in a city lost to time.

So meet me in the echoes,
of a song that fades away,
where Amsterdam remembers us,
but knows you couldn’t stay.
inspired by Meet Me in Amsterdam by RINI
Mateah Sep 18
I wouldn't call it love
What I felt when I first met him
But I certainly felt something
Which I quickly wrote off as whim
A tickle in my chest
That inched down to my fingertips
Then made its way back up
To raise the corners of my lips

It wasn't all that special though
I've had crushes before
If you're looking for a sappy tale
You'll have to look some more
Love came in like all other fancies
A hint of what could be
Who knew that in such little time
It would progress so differently

I don't think love is blatant
It has no trumpet fare
One day while you aren't looking
It just sneaks in and pulls up a chair
So maybe next time you feel
A small tickle or your face flush
Remember every great love story
Starts with "just" a crush
I really enjoyed writing this one :)
I also have found that I write a lot of poems that end in "So..... Remember....." But I love the way those words help me bring the words to a clear conclusion that is simple and sticks with you.
Zywa Sep 12
We were here before;

then, like blind people, we didn't --


notice each other.
Short story "September in the Rain" (2024, Marijke Schermer), in the NRC of September 5th, 2024

Collection "Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the 20s"
Jeremy Betts Jun 5
Way down deep, beyond the bleak
Mingling with what denies sleep
Under the heap of secrets we keep
Past what triggers one to weep
Is where you'll find a meet and greet
With what you sow and what you reap
You'll try your best to sneak and creep
Recalling advice that didn't come cheap
"That next step there is ridiculously steep,
Remember to set a reminder
To look before you leap"

©2024
Will heart be in love?
Next time you meet somebody
Just never know when
The next person you are introduced to could be 'the one'
Yanamari Mar 22
Like sea foam settling the sand
Like waves laying straight the land
Time passes
And you and I
Forget our names that we called ourselves by
Fading into a distant sky
Lost to the shadows of the sunrise
Our meeting calm
Our meeting turbulent
Let the water recede
And with the shifting hand
Brush flat our differences
Like dust wiped off the tv stand
Engrained my memory is of you
And engrained is your memory of me
Knife carved deep, wind stroking my skin
Come tomorrow
You appear as new
And I appear to have forgotten you
You appear free
And I holding what you have done to me
Unable to let go
The tide pulls and pulls
And the rope is set free
Forgetting people that remember you and remembering people that have forgotten you...

Inspired by two people I hadn't seen in a few years. And by my own forgetfulness of the people I've met...

Pers. Ref: MrxtProtAdAdPaGib-IGAVanCr but also MahAbd
Zywa Jan 28
I meet my neighbours,

only now, in the dark with --


handfuls of candles.
Power failure
Song "Beautiful people" (1969, Melanie [Safka])

Collection "Shelter"
Zywa Aug 2023
A stranger falls, and

as he falls he is breaking --


in into my life.
Poem "Weet nog wel" ("I remember", 2022, Ester Naomi Perquin)

Collection "Truder"
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