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Verse 1:
I'm tak i i ing
Long walks to clear
My he ea ea ead

I can't get
Enough of that
Re e e ed

I crumble
I fall with
With the leaves
Right next to me

I'm pray i i ing
For love from a cousin
Whose de ea ea ed

He hung up
But he's still in
My he e ea ea ed

I can't help
But hear him
As the leaves fall
Right next to me

Chorus:
I know it might sound scary
But the fear don't make it go away
I can't pretend I don't
Hear him in my brain

Chorus:
I've been dreaming of ghosts
My darling
(Boo-Who)
I might be haunted the most
I'm falling
(ooh-ooh)

But can't you feel
There's something
In this Autumn Air?

Ghosts,
I've been dreaming of
Ghosts...

Verse 2:
I've got the
Radio on to drown out
The noise

In my head
I get lost in
The void

You can
Call me crazy
Call me abuffoon

But I keep
Hearing my name
Called out from the moon

Chorus:
I know it might sound scary
But the fear don't make it go away
I can't pretend I don't
Hear him in my brain

I've been dreaming of ghosts
My darling
Boo-Who
I might be haunted the most
I'm falling

But can't you feel
There's something
In this Autumn Air?

Ghosts,
I've been dreaming of
Ghosts...
Leo Oct 8
How many years since
Since I saw your eyes gleam
You spoke clear, to mince
your words to cheerful themes.

A thousand generations
Brought your light to bear,
But going beyond it's station;
Age causes the mind to wear.

You wanted to stop.
I know you did.
I didn't want you to drop
Into the night so placid.

But now you're gone,
For a decade at last,
I hear your funeral was 'tres bon'
But I just wanted the past.

My father got mad
That my eyes were so dry,
My heart seeming glad,
But God I wish I could cry.

My heart was emptied
And my soul torn asunder,
And so my grief was muted;
One last final blunder.

It's been years upon years,
Since I grinded under your pestle.
To remember grief, I was told by my peers,
So now I'll remember you, my great grandma Ethel.
Sometimes it's the people you least expect who stay with you forever. I can only hope she's proud of me.
wc Oct 8
poetry has the
ability to affect
us emotionally

poetry is the
most beautiful written art
it makes you feel things

things you have never
felt before, or you have not
felt in a long time

it opens up your
soul and brings back memories
suppressed long ago
Ylzm Sep 26
Rest is Reprieve
   from the burdensome curse of futile toils
Rest is Restoration
   of the perfection of life freshly bloomed
Rest is Return
   from Edenic exile to its fullness of beauty
Rest is Remembrance
   of Seven, an artefact of Mind
   a Mystery and a Measure of Time
Rest is Today
   for as long as its Today
   until the Eighth Day dawns.
Tori Aug 14
The towering oak dipped his crooked fingers into the sky,
His rich green leaves stirring the soft, rose-blushed clouds
Which draped themselves demurely across its glowing expanse.
The luminous half-moon pokes his intrusive eye through
that resplendent array of gold, purple, pink, and yellow,
forewarning the passing of this at once homely and sacred pleasure.
For a time, he must reign, bathing the sky in his stately silver glow.
Though the earth below is singing, the sky is all a’ hush now
and he pulls the veil of slumber o’er the land of that towering oak,
promising to remove his gentle veil one more come dawn.
MellowWrath Aug 12
You were the breath of childhood and the saltyness of tears
You left and went with the low tide, all to return once again.
For I might've been unwanted but source of comfort to you
The blind actions and bitter words spoken were suddenly forgotten for I became as hollow as undone
And you couldn't forgive me for the loss of recollection.
I found you or maybe you came back,
Under the brightness of our lives
Emotions turned colours turned light drowned our past,
Crowning your head in a blessed halo
You came to me and I finally held you
Sweetness dripping from your lips.
It was time for me to let go.
For you, to finally say Goodbye.
I don't remember when I wrote this. But I do remember wh; letting go of the past. I hope you were able to feel some sentiment reading this, have a nice day.
Lainey Jul 24
Ma
Still alive in memories
Thought of fondly, though years pass
Part of your family’s history
Loving hearts still hold you fast.
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