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Tint Jul 2019
This is one corner
lifting this heavy lids
churning stomach in knots
eyes in teared up bliss
with this she will be stronger
in this I'll be brave
both of us in little laughter
my culture do not farewell bid

I will miss you
So much

Let us part with happy melodies
paint your smile for me
I remember our last image
and your warmth is memories
do not shed tear, oh sweetheart
we will look forward to months
i'll embrace you with such happiness
our goodbyes won't forever last

I will be missing you.
So much.
I miss you now, Love.
Twalib Mushi Jul 2019
My lips missed
To call your beautiful name
How time passed
But things aren't the same

In this innocent and small heart
You draw a line
It is becoming dark
As nothing is fine
Wish those days turned back.

It was almost a deal done
A good family of our own
Being together in our zone
Here I am all alone
Growing more melancholy
I am writing this tragic poem
In my phone
Hard to believe your gone.

I am still your Adonis
loved me as Aphodile and Persephone
Forever in my life I do promise
I will never be asinine.
regina Jun 2019
Eyes on the ceiling,
Body laying on the bed, pondering.
Mind's on somebody else, picturing.
i've been thinking about you.
Bardo May 2019
Well I guess at this stage of my life
It's unlikely Fame will ever find me
Guess I must have missed my Boat,
    sailed off without me
Must have missed my Train too, left
    me standing in the station
(Did I ever really want to go anyway ?)
Probably missed the Bus as well, by
    the look it.

I guess you might say things are
    looking kinda bleak
But y'know, I've been thinking...
    maybe...what if...I wonder ?
Supposing I was to spice things up a
    bit
Add a little controversy to the mix
Like a mischievous Madonna or a
    Prince (R.I.P).

I read somewhere once that some
    artists before they can create
They gotta set a scene first, gotta
    create an atmosphere, a certain
         ambience
So they do weird things, they light
    candles, burn incense
Put on strange music, wear strange
    outfits of clothes.... a favorite hat
         whatever !
Helps put them in an altered state of
    mind.

But y'know Me! No! I don't need to do
    any of that
Me! I just like to keep things simple
    yeah
Me! I just like to, well, I just like to do
    it in the ****
No!!! Not when I'm in the mood
In the ****!! IN THE ****!!!

Yea, I like to get it out when there's no
    one about
There's nothing I like more when I get
    through my front door
Than flinging my clothes off
    everywhere
My knickers they land on a picture,
    my pants their down the hall
My shirt's up on a lampshade, my
    vest's up on the wall
Gotta bare my body before I can bare
    my soul
I like the freedom it affords;
And like a Scotsman and his kilt
I like to wave it around a bit
Till I'm ready to take my seat, my
    Muse for to meet

Descending like some beautiful
    winged Pegasus from the sky
I wait till she alights, then I surprise
    her
I jump on board and ride her
Rising way above the Earth, the two of
    us
Wild and free, with nothing at all
    restraining me
Together we traverse, yea! together we roam, the wondrous skies of the
         Imagination
Like some incredible!...amazing!...
    Lady Godiva!!!

Wait a minute! what's that I hear
    outside my door
A Big Ship's ****** a hollering, a
    Train's whistle a wailing
A Bus's horn too, beep beeping... all
    furiously sounding
And jostling with one another to get to
    my door
Man! Their coming so fast I think their
    gonna crash into one another
All wanting to take me away with
    them, take me away from here
And promising me all kinds of crazy
   wonderful things....

Just goes to show.... But remember
It ain't lewd and it ain't rude
To be a Dude who likes to write in the
    ****
In fact... in fact, it's quite cool
(actually it's very cool Brrrrrrr....hey!
    someone shut that door!).
A bit of fun. Would do anything these days for Fame or Infamy, anything to get me off the old 9 to 5 treadmill. A poem about, well, freedom. Next time a politician speaks of freedom, you can smile knowingly.

Lady Godiva, legend has it rode naked thru town as penance for her husband's harsh taxing of its inhabitants. No one was supposed to look at her, but one brave soul named Tom did, hence the term "peeping tom". And not many people know that. (read this somewhere on the web whether true or not).
up there with sentiment, sweet kiss gifted

mine eye, the milky scar

now none know Fall without pain


nuzzle nuzzle
loneliness struggles


with bright worms

lush snow blesses death

together now


our song in dark soil
shrieks and tears


together now
hope it seems missed much
You were mine first
Before you were his
Do you remember
The park we visited every Saturday?
I still go
Just to remember
And to smile
And, sometimes, to cry
Because we missed our chance
All those years ago
I let you go
And now here you are
Smiling with him
Why didn’t I tell you
How I felt?
Evie May 2019
and as we ran through the shallows
i found myself smiling
the water lapping my ankles
as i watched your blonde hair fly like a sail
the sun glinting in your eyes
the promise of summer around the corner
i missed you
i got to see my best friend for the first time in a while yesterday! she recently moved and i was so happy to spend time with her.
Salmabanu Hatim May 2019
When I was born,
I cried a lot,
I was ALIVE!
I wanted to stay with the Angels,
But, you laughed and cried tears of joy,
You wanted me so much,
When I died,
I cried only one tear of joy,
I was GONE! No more,
I was going back to my creator,
But you cried tears of sorrow,
I would be missed dearly.
2/5/2019.
Julia Cope Apr 2019
I wish you were a tear
next to me when I feel fear
next to me when I feel forlorn
next to me when I feel torn
next to me when I feel ecstatic
next to me when I feel manic
next to me when I feel gleeful
next to me when I feel dreadful
I hoped you'd be more near
I wish you were a tear
The tear is a metaphor for a missed person, that should of been there at important times when you had cried during the highs and lows. They should have been as close as a tear to your face, to share that moment.
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