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In another life,
perhaps it was
you and I—
there, we laughed
a little more,
held on
a little longer.

But here,
we’re fragments,
familiar faces,
strangers in the heart.

We spoke of other lives,
but, I wonder—
do you see
we’re bound to this one,
with only one chance
to learn our way through?
This poem reflects the bittersweet notion of a connection that could have flourished in a different reality, a sense of longing for a love that somehow feels both familiar and distant. Inspired by the idea that while we may feel tied to someone across different lifetimes, we only truly have the present—this life—as our one chance to bridge that connection. Consider the beauty and urgency of living fully in the here and now, as we may only have this one shot to explore what could be.
Jamie Sep 2019
I would hold you close,
I would hold you tight,
I would look so deeply into your eyes.

I would brush your hair back,
I would caress your face,
I would hold your gaze.

And if I could,
You know I would,

I'd kiss those lips,
Let my passion flow,
I'd open my heart,
And let it all pore out.

I would grip your waist,
Hold your head,
And let you feel this passion once again.

Because if I could,
You know I would,
With just one chance,
I'd kiss you with all the love I have.

And if you,
Feel it too,
Our love will renew.

And I will make it my life,
To always hold you tight,
And kiss you every morning,
And every night.

If only I could,
I would,
Do anything,
And everything,
Make it feel right again....
I know the power of a kiss, when its with the right person. It can make everything else seem so small.
Marya123 Oct 2016
I stand here on a dead staircase
Leading nowhere that I can pace.
I can’t run up, I can’t walk down
So I just wait, wearing a frown.
With no answer I do entreat
With each day I lovingly greet
You- a God, ghost, spirit or wight?
I can’t hear you, I have no sight.
In mirrors of conscience I see
A caged bird that sings a plea
For guidance, direction anew
For some shine in a dark so blue
A chance, a shot that brings some joy
To be more than Destiny’s toy
Don’t be cruel, don’t take away
A fleeting hand, do make it stay
As I reach for it with my will
Collecting all talent, each skill
To step out of that mighty steep
Onto a cloud that I have reaped
Pleasing the evil wraiths of Fate
Neither too early, nor too late.
The cloud is kind, for I can steer
My way into a life so queer
Beautiful, it is only mine
A blessing undeserved, divine!
Of that path I can merely dream
In this cliff I can’t help but scream
My legs are weary, patience thin
The ground looms with an evil grin.
I saw you, Opportunity
You came, you asked, you conquered me
I awaited more things to learn
But You said “Wait, I shall return.”
For months now I have screened the skies
Wondering if what you said were lies.
I want a response, Lady Luck!
Or am I once more, to get ******?
Work I shall, with all of my being
Grant me the gift of my freeing!

To all parts of this Universe
This prayer, for a life less adverse
That rings deeply within my bones
A hope, that all sins are atoned
A faith, that I will get my shot
A plea, to design my own plot
For that window to open twice
A hand to get out of this vice
To Heaven I sing, through my heart
Please, I need some help to restart!
sweet ridicule Feb 2015
One
We are all walking around in each other
(our bodies and breathing and sweat and
sneezes)
walking around in pieces of each other
unescapably we are
in each other
in the crudest way possible we are
in each other
(in Buckingham in front of Michelangelo paintings in Taj Mahal in Los Angeles in Sydney in paradise in your bedroom)
connected in an
(uncomfortable)
way we are all each other we are all one
don’t forget to breathe
we only have this chance once
breathe breathe breathe you are one
you only get one chance

— The End —