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Jane Feb 2018
A picture
A memory
A message
A moment you may never get back
Live in the moment, capture the finest bits
*point, flash, snap
Star BG Feb 2018
A cup sits on a stack of books.
as inquisitive eye ascends closer
to a photograph well framed.

Is it filled with coffee to keep one up to study,
as night lamps burn I wonder.

Perhaps it’s filled with hot chocolate to take chills away
on night when wind roars.

Maybe it was an evening meal of soup to drink
before going back to reading.
Or perhaps, it’s filled with chocolate milk
to make an inner child smile
and the books are just coasters.

The choice is yours
as the image is yours to play with
in a mind where anything is possible.
Inspired by Tyler Sullivan photograph on his main page. Thank you.
ashley lingy Jan 2018
I look at old pictures of myself

I muse over where you were then

I lean back, imagining your hand in mine

Your breath on my neck


I feel your chest against mine

Our mouths meet

Your tongue grazes my upper lip

I feel our collective breath quicken

A dog barks in the distance

My dog


I blink and observe my surroundings  

I sit on the floor, surrounded by photographs

I remember that you are many miles away

Frustrated tears escape

SLAM

I toss a photo album across the room.

My dog whimpers

I shake my head

"Compose yourself!"

A desperate plea for peace


No such luck

I go back to thinking of only you
Jungdok Oct 2017
How beautiful those photographs are
It brings back the memories of the past
Whether its good or bad
Photographs will always be there to last

Looking back,
Photograps made me feel,
That people are unchanging,
Even when the person is gone,
The memory and the feelings remains unforgotten
We keep this loving in photograph, we made this memories for ourself. ❤️
Blois Sep 2017
The trill of the violin's note
extends like a grim kiss asking
me to remember. The devil's
music in a photograph. How happy
the trees look amongst the ruins
of the past.

How much space it has traveled,
The light that escaped from us?
Or did it never left the earth
and it is repeating itself.
Us, like ghosts behind the walls.

You know, it's been
a dim colored world, the future
unfolding as I dare to take
another breath. You must be
loving, I hope. Otherwise,
it is madness, what a waste of pain.

Perhaps your many faces
will never leave, but I feel
like I can grin and bare it.
Maybe that's all there is now,
the living memory of yet
another impossible flower.
Andieeson Sep 2017
A photo taken from long ago
A decade i may recall,
That decade i could remember,
Those smiles beneath both your cheek
Hands showing peace.
Those smiles as you stare,
A photograph i could only capture.
A photograph i could only hold.
A paper worth a memory.
But i could never live in to it.
English isnt my first language but how i learn it is through poetry so forgive my english
Pam Milla Aug 2017
The more she fed me with her beautiful photographs...the more I craved her...

Even if her supplies infinitely fed me...my hunger would reset endlessly...

Like the sun in the morning & the moon at dawn.
ICN Jul 2017
I started wearing contacts
and you didn't even notice.
You texted me an apology, saying
I'm your only one.
Telling me you love me
But face it, we're just angsty teens.

Tomorrow's a new day,
I'll be halfway across the country
Your lips another memory
And your eyes a faded photograph
Letting go, is harder than I thought.

All I want
Is another blueberry smoothie on your rooftop.
While the sky is changing colors
Purple and blue.
Like we used to do
I realize, I'm missing you.

My body's moved away,
but my brain hasn't moved on.
Whatever happened?

The summer breeze,
now a winter storm.
Oh purple and blue,
It's just blue without you.
//ugh i actually hate this sappy stuff but its all i can write\\
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