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Nylee Aug 26
I've looked at your photograph
so many times now,
I can now carve your every curve,
imperfections to perfection
make a replica of you
on this stone
but it wouldn't be you.
Lunar Mar 24
And just like a picture frame
that holds a precious memory,
I looked at you through my car window,
Hoping you'll remember me.

That's what happens in photographs—
You're frozen in time.
And the next thing I knew,
I was saying goodbye.
goodbye, to the view. and goodbye, to you.

Allyssa Oct 2020
It was the flash of colors,
Your eyes covered in the hair you hated so much.
Colors mushed together to find what made your heart beat out of your chest.
Blurry pictures of you.
Like you were always out of reach to me.
Krystal M Toney Oct 2020
We were a photograph.
Trapped in a beautiful memory,
blinded by the flash
that imprisoned us within the moment.
I still have our photograph.
The light from the candles illuminate the chamber.

Bubbles caress my skin as I bask in silence.

Memories flood the room like water in this tub.

I smile to myself as I twirl my finger around the rim of my crystal glass.

The chill embraces my touch.  

Delicately, I sip my wine letting the rich velvety substance carry me back to you.

My body twists and turns inside the time warp.

It spins me around and around until it spits me out.

I fall to the floor in a jumbled mess.

I glance around the room, and quickly focus on you.

Amusement is dancing in your bold green eyes.

Your laugh trickles around the room.

The sweet melody enchant my ears.

I reach out to catch the notes floating in the air.

I carefully hold them in my hands

They attempt to pull their tiny feet from my grip, but I refuse to let them go.

Purity surrounds you.

It bares your soul for all to see.

This moment of you is so raw and real.

I snap a mental photograph, and memorize the pixels it holds.

Suddenly, I am swept off my feet.

Kindness and joy whirl me around the room.

We dance with no rhythm, and no reason at all.

My partners whisper sweet words to me, and tell me that they are from you.

My emotions come charging forward.

Their voices roar inside my head.

They pound on the walls to be let out.

The war causes a single tear to trace a path down my face.

My feet guide themselves towards you.

They are drawn to the feelings that surround you.

I walk down the narrow crumbling path until Reality shoves me down a black hole.

Reality stands over me with his wicked grin.

He crushes my soul with his hands.

Fragments are scattered around us.

I gather them off the dusty floor.

They form the photograph he wants me to see.

You are drunk

Intoxication at its finest.

Don't worry I'll pour you another glass

I'll watch the bottle vanish, and savor the last memory caused by the  bitter-sweet substance.
Alyssa Jul 2020
A photograph of a girl,
with dark hair and a bright smile.
And overtime, over pictures, you see her unfurl.

A smile, and a glimmer in her eye,
her rosy cheeks stretch into a smile, with her arm around her friend,
the change is hard to deny.

A week ago, hollow cheeks and bright hair,
dried from the bleach and dye,
when did she fall into the depths of despair?

Empty eyes with no hope,
and a plain, faked grinned,
her decline is a slippery *****.

She falls further down,
gripping to the sides,
as she tumbles and tumbles and tumbles.
Mitch Prax Jun 2020
Our love is
like a polaroid-
it developed slowly and
even shaken along the way.
But no matter what our
perfect picture has endured,
it will always be worth framing
as long as you are
center frame.
Ale Jun 2020
Always amazed in eerie incantation,
our love captured in time,
frozen on still image;
black and white, translucent,
I fill in for lacking colors.

Embracing on town boulevard,
birds fluttering on autumn sky
place where we met in afternoon-lit shops,
the old cafe were we danced
brimming with wanderlust souls.

Pretentious foliage with a warming hug,
dancing orange-blue flowers on cream dress,
dangling jewelry: rings, golden bracelets,
red lip imprint left on dreaming face,
intertwined lives, encompassing forever.

Our memories play like old movies,
your clean perfume, dropping rivulets,
past left behind, dirt on shadows,
anything I would do to go back
where gentle whispers summon smiles.

I’m back, a ghost town years later
from a love that never was,
desperately searching through places,
the ones we explored together,
I mutter your name to utter strangers-

Voice braking, quivering frown,
frustration, on descent,
a numbness with no light,
silence, for no one has seen you since,
this old photograph, the only witness left.
This poem was inspired by a song very dear to my heart, “Una Fotografia” by Bonny Cepeda. The song paints a tragic yet beautiful picture of two lovers that experienced a great love but eventually went their separate ways. The photograph that was taken was the only proof left of their beautiful romance.
tia Jun 2020
you remind me of sunsets and hearths
that stretch on the line
where empyrean touches the earth.

the golden strokes with hints of red hues
blended with purples, crimsons, and daisies
reflect itself from the rhythmic
glowing collision of ocean waves
like sepia photographs.

as the last bright rays
fade into the night,
it rests a promise before it lifts
the blanket of velvet twilight.

from the horizon
you see the heaven articulating its thoughts,
“paradise is not where the sky meets the ocean,
it lies on your presence,”

i stay lost in you for a little longer.
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