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Life is a painting,
From the 1980's.
Just as perfect as it could be,
Just a memory.

I hope I never forget,
The memories,
That are you and me.
Another crisp winter day, plain beautiful.
Nyx 5d
I met you on that bridge
Walking through the snow.
Face to face with you,
I used my palms to cover your ears
Mouthed "I no longer need you".

I saw your gaze harden
And felt you push me away,
Then I went on my way
Opposite from where I came from.

I doubt that you're still there
Standing underneath the streetlight
Silhouette all aglow
But I am still so sure
That I'll keep looking behind me
Hoping to see your ghost.
I never expected from you
The look in eyes
Something new
And the way hand is grazing my back
Turning me into an insomniac

In the beginning was casual
Was trying to be logical
It seems you've set my world aflame
Now I'll never forget your name

Before you arrived
My domain was dark and damp
You lit it up
My personal lamp
In one brief moment senses fell apart
Touched and lightning struck my heart

Your smile rescued me from depths of Hell
Without trying cast on me some kind of spell
Standing beside you
Enjoying whatever I can
Because at present from my perspective;
You're Superman
Found a small stash of unpublished poems in a folder.. very random but what a nice surprise that was!!! I thought I had posted all my old poetry on here so stumbling across ones I missed feels like Xmas :)
Nigdaw Jan 17
I am old
my mind forgotten
bury me
in a soul shaped coffin

I am silent
my words unspoken
bury me
in a soul shaped coffin

I am still
my muscles wasting
bury me
in a soul shaped coffin

I exist in twilight
leaves have fallen
naked and cold
winter approaching
my dance is over
a tune stopped playing
my silence filled
with children laughing

my last act
a final curtain
bury me
in a soul shaped coffin
Jeremy Betts Jan 16
Attempting new
Creative endeavors
Reluctant at first,
Old habits fear change
Steadily pushing to prove
To myself
I
Can grow

©2025
~ Acrostic ~
A poetic written composition where the first letter of each line spells out a word, phrase, or message.
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The word Acrostic comes from the Greek word akrostichís, which is a combination of acro- (end or extremity) and stich (a line of poetry)
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Thomas W Case Jan 14
Time has run through
golden fields of hay
and swam the moss-covered
ponds in the soft amber
light of dawn.

There are shards of
beauty in the
rubble of a broken life.

Those summer days
crawled
like
a

grumpy

tortoise.

Then galloped on by, like
a ******* colt.

I fed on the breast of life,
grew strong, and free.
And now,
those November birds

are

coming for me.
Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry from my book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems (on Amazon)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=psGsLxRoaII
Kuda Bux Jan 13
Purple
The sunlight pierces.
In the corner of my eye
is a shape.

Memory
River of my remembering.
The fishes who eat themselves,
are slaves to the current.

chains between my ankles
jangle louder
as I inch towards the comfort
of a familiar tree

Under its shade,
where I buried Yesterday
along with the sins and joys of youth,
Moss has spread
I want to write something
that lives beyond me.

Something that brings joy
to someone I'll never see.

Something that has wings
to traverse time and space.

Words of rhyme that kindle love
in a formerly loveless place.

Just a line, or phrase
where someone will say-

to a dear friend,
I read this today.

A poem by some old poet,
I don't recall his name.

But I found it to be beautiful,
and it touched me,
All the same.
What I write now, I hope my son will read when I'm 30 years gone
and remember me. Or maybe even a grandchild
even though I don't have any yet.
www.youtube.com/@tsummerspoetry
Reading poems from,
2013-2018,
On here is like,
Walking through the graves,
Of dead poets,
Who breathed breath,
And sang songs,
For years just like us,
But they aren't on here today,
To show us that,
They breathed breath,
And sang songs,
Before their beloved art's,
Death.
Beautiful poems from years ago, it's sad they are so far away.
Mays Benatti Jan 3
We were lovers but now we’re two cars passing a freeway
I take a look back in the review mirror, like it was yesterday
wrapped up in each other’s arms, looking at the stars soaking from tears of love
Two clueless atoms bounding into everything and nothing in one, like an accidental chemical reaction
No clue of the long term repercussions
Now we're just strangers, with nothing left to say
Our love story ended, in a bittersweet way
Our paths have diverged, like two roads in the night
But I'll always cherish, those moments in the light
We were lovers, but now we're just two cars passing by
But the memories we shared, will never truly die
Our love may have faded, like a sunset in the sky
But the impact you had on my life, will never truly die
You taught me to love, to feel, to be alive
And though we're apart, those lessons still thrive
So as we drive away, on our separate ways
I'll hold onto the memories, of our love's brighter days
And though we may never meet again,
I'll always remember you, my dear old friend.
I was sitting on the 34th story, tears streaming down my face as cars passed below. That moment moved me to write, and with tears still falling, I poured my emotions into this poem.
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