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Mitch Prax Nov 2020
I'm still waiting
for all the promises
we made under the moon
to return in
the stars.
Mitch Prax Nov 2020
All those promises
we made by the sea
would soon become
my favorite
waves.

The new day rose
Promises it kept to the red rose
Rose with sparkles of sunshine

A white perfumed carpet
The jasmines lay
On the green grass

As the dusk fell
The birds knew their homes
Warm and welcome, close

In the cold winter’s night
The day and its moments
Forever froze


🌿🌿
Amanda Hawk Nov 2020
You ask me
To build you cities
When I only have
Avenues of waterfalls
I wish
These words
Could build you rafts
So you could
Float along the horizon
At the end of the day
Promises are hollow
And we all sink
Like ships
MJ Nov 2020
The daggers in your voice
they're the reason I fled.
No following me;
you stayed snug in your bed.
You stabbed me with my own
most shameful secret
when minutes before,
you promised you'd keep it.
I ignored all your calls
the words rang in my head
I don't think
I will ever
Forget what you said.
Samual Hidden Nov 2020
The setting sun and rising moon
Bringing about the next day of noon
On the brisk cusp of tomorrow
Bringing not an ounce of sorrow

To the rising sun and oncoming day
What joys can I fill with your day
The wondrous and sights and sounds
Sitting on the brink of tomorrow

How can one be sad
When one always looks to tomorrow
Thinking about the beauty of the day
And thinking of days clad in plaid

To the long summer days
And brisk winter nights
Thanks to the gorgeous memories
With the promise of more on the morrow

To tomorrow
Full of promise and joy
Full of laughter and the ever beckoning ploy
The gift of tomorrow
The promise of a more promising horizon
= ) Im pretty happy with this one.
I sit through the tunes in my head
by the heat of the ablaze night.
Its grotesque fire bellows inside me,
rage envisaged breaking my soul.

Streams of dots,
haphazard connections,
reels of memories burst through the veins.
Reminiscence of perfidy sting in lapses,
hurt every rib,
every gap in the bones.

Ribbons of lies unravel my skin.
I start to burn.
A corner at first,
then all through the back.
Fumes rise in sync with the flames.
I lose a skin here, a patch there.
Smoke choked my barren eyes.

I believed.
I lost.
I am paying through the ashes of mine.
I saw a grey love.
As rotten as a deserted carcass.
The hidden motive.
The rage of hunger.
Grey garnished it all.

I hesitated,
Took a step back.
The mossy green heart sparkled.
Nauseating me with the dark.

I had to rescue the promises.
Its yellow body.
Its broken limbs.

As I slithered into the grey,
It settled on me.
I smelled of blazing bricks,
waiting for the Fall.

The yellow evaporated;
steam settled on my unshielded eyes.
I didn’t hesitate.

It tingled.
It left.

And here I am growing with the mossy green heart.
ShininGale Oct 2020
Why can't I say NO?
Am I afraid or just stupid?
I kept agreeing with people that did nothing but abuse me.
But even with that treatment I chose to be kind.

Ask me why?

Because I promised Him I'll be fine.
fine with sorrow for I know one day he'll save me.
I swear to bare, because I knew someone cared.
believe me when I say, cruelness is in the air...
but somewhere is where we are our own Heir.

I'm a mess, I can't stay calm in my nest.
I am exhausted because I can't rest.
I say yes because I thought that's the best.
despite saying those things I knew nothing will fickle,
in the end I will always say YES.
Despite saying that I don't really regret helping anyone, because I always say to them that "that's the least I can do". It is true, this poetry ain't hate nor rant but I just want to relate to some who doesn't feel okay anymore every time they say yes. ALWAYS REMEMBER TO DO SOMETHING YOU LIKE SO THAT REGRET WON'T HAVE ITS CHANCE. I help other people because I love seeing someone have lesser problem...and also, the story goes like this... my grandfather died helping other people yet he did not regret it, well that's how it was told :<<<

I NEVER MET HIM, BUT I ALWAYS FEEL TEARY REMEMBERING AND IMAGINING HIS MEMORIES, I ALWAYS THOUGHT THAT HE COULD HAVE TAUGHT ME AND WE COULD HAVE HELPED OTHERS SIDE BY SIDE.

still without him physically I STILL WANT TO CONTINUE, because he is with me! HE IS WITH ME!!!
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