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Mathieu Jul 2021
Tonight is a Terrible, Silent Respite
From The Cruel, Cruel March.
The Brilliance of Sunlight's Beauty
Begins to Scar With Cracks of Dark .
The Echoes Of The Universe
Are Few And Far Apart,
And In This Of All My Treasured Moments,
I Wonder Where You Are?

The Pillars And Foundations Sometimes Fall
From So Many Things That Were Beautiful
And Tears I Weep As Light Escapes,
Kneeling Before The Fireplace,
To The Flames, Whose Soul Burns to Embrace
The Many Broken Parts Of Me,
That Can No Longer Be Replaced.
To Love Lost.
To The Friends, Now Gone.
To The Good In Me, Eroded.
And To The Man I Want To Become.
Where Are You?
I Need You.
Krishnapriya Jul 2018
My heart is soft today
Thinking of the suffering
Of all those who are near
And those who are far
The known and unknown
Living beings everywhere
in pain - in their body and mind
Deep within in their souls
in any kind of tears
fears, trauma, heartache

I raise my eyes to heaven
Pray for light to surround them
The fragrance of love
Succor, consolation, respite
Now and forever more
i saw an ambulance go across the road from my house early this morning. May all live in the space of peace, free from suffering. All things are possible in God. I pray for that. Thank you for reading. So,so,so appreciate it. :)
the last word falls
like a mountain on a dove
a shadow on a child
a bullet through a rose
and no-one knows
quill rests between cold fingers
the ink
is dry
Poetic T Feb 2018
Elapsing into cognitive repercussions,
               a thought never one to fade.

Always an afterimage
  burnt on to the psyche
           of delicate dewdrops clinging.

Within a consciousness
              that never  evaporates
just lingers in a reflection of it hanging

Like its waiting to suffocate
           but the breath of reality
                              gives it respite.
long ago
we lay quietly in the aftermath
of an exhaustive period of rage
the eye
of this terrible storm
rendering a peaceful moment
'don't ever leave me'
you said
in such a pitiful whisper
that I almost believed you
such a haunting, calming plea
that I knew at that moment
I'd never forget this night
even if it be our last
Penchie Limbo Feb 2018
I’d like to run…
Away from the madding crowd
Where I feel trapped and alone
In a world full of people.

I’d like to escape, if only for a while,
From where I feel like a stranger
In a world that I used to belong,
That used to feel my home.

I’d like to go to a distant place
Where I could be alone,
Even for just a moment,
That even my thoughts could not find me.

I am a strong woman,
But I am exhausted.
I’m tired of fixing
Everything that is broken.

Giving everything to everyone
Until nothing is left for me.
I’m tired of giving love
But not getting love back in return.

I’m tired of being kind
To people who are ungrateful.
I am tired,
But I am not giving up.

I just need a place of respite
To heal my aching body,
Restore my soul,
Recharge my spirit.

Loving can be exhausting,
But loving is what keeps me going.
I’m going away from the madding crowd
To find myself from where I thought I’ve lost it.

©Penchie Limbo
Dakota J Dawson Jan 2018
The beast mortified inside
Breast aflame about to burn
Inside he dies

Where the black flower
Blooms into anew
He will seek respite

For past sins
Old grievances
Poured into a summer blue

His *** meaningless
Spite cracks the whip
Plurality the dinner knife

Sanitation foresaw
Without the forceps
Boarding on a foregone conclusion

The spring mattress
Made broken
No time for resale

His' cage, not a solitude
Words obtuse and unabused
Love is his knight

Shining and gleaming
Scornful without hate
Shameful but sane

His burden
The heart
Colliding with the bar
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