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Veda Laurenski Jan 2020
Christmas is here.
Your absence is my present.
How lucky I am
To have the gift
Of missing someone like you.
She doesn't even celebrate Christmas
Vaniexe Kafka Sep 2018
The sun has finally set but the moon is nowhere to be seen. The smell of the sea reaches his nostrils as he walks by the bay feeling the soft caress of the wind while relishing his dreams---so lucid--- he thought it was real.

The soft waves of the sea touches his feet and as he looked down, he remembered how he was also looking down at his feet in his dreams before he saw the lady that haunted his night.

Then again, 'It's only a dream', he thought.

But, as he moves his glance up, a lady of ethereal beauty occupied his gaze, taking his breath away, making his heart skip a beat.

Her eyes, he thought, are the mixture of the ocean and lightning as they blend their colors.

Her soft eyes with a touch of danger was the very hue that haunted his every thought.

None of his paintings of her caught the life in her eyes.

And as he walk towards her, still captivated by her eyes, he finally came to realize why he always felt a pull and a need to go to the sea; to this sea.

The missing piece in his life has finally been found, knowing that the sole purpose of his life continues, more than anything,
"It's because of you."
He uttered as he sensed elation spreading,
feeling like he has finally come home.
Entry # 1 To the Book I Will Never Write
saturns Sep 2019
I could only think of
your sweet voice,
because i have no
any other choice.

i can only imagine
your eyes and your smiles,
that i wont be seeing,
again in a while.

I could only hold
my thoughts of you,
cause it’s impossible
to hold you.

because even if i wanted to
it’s not that easy.
because right now,
you’re a lifetime away from me.
28 August 2019 // 10:39 P.M.
julianna Aug 2019
I don’t know what love is but I’ve tasted it before. I’ve danced this dance with you a thousand times. The dreaming took place, no matter the hour as I imagined your head next to mine. I’ve tried to forget you and your boundless warmth and I’ve tried to resist the desire to reach. But I’m afraid that you’ve slipped from me, my life, and my grip, leaving only saudade behind. You won’t remember me in her arms. “Do you miss me?” I think in the dark. “Do you think of me, even at all?” —
Doubts, endless scenarios played in my head. I wonder, I wish, I remain hopeful... and prepare to never see him again.
fray narte Jul 2019
nothing i do will you bring back;

not the shoebox of purple hyacinths
watered by the i love you's
i still wanted to say.

not the prose poetries i wrote you
whilst caught in a mania
in the restrooms of dying gas stations.

not the caving in of the see-through walls
mixed with static humming of the payphone calls.

not the pillow telegrams that smell like
bourbon and my mother's cigarettes;
darling, my bed has become a post office
of the letters i never had the chance to write
and of the things i never
had the chance to say.

and nothing i say will bring you back —
not even this poem, and i know that now;
i just don't know
how to live with that.

still, nothing will ever bring you back
and darling, watching you fall out of love
feels like the only thing i can do right now.
ilo Mar 2019
Saudade bear whispers softly
To saudade moon
By which he used to gaze
By which he used to croon

Saudade bear has hearts 'stead of eyes
But each night he cries
To saudade moon

Saudade moon
She tries and tries
But all the saudade persons
Pile up and loose their eyes

Saudade person
Become saudade wishin' man
Then his eyes fall out
Right into his hand
He throws 'em in the wishing well
Under saudade moon
By which he used to gaze
By which he used to croon

Wishin' well is fishin' well
Where people come to eat
But eatin' days are over
And croonin' days all done

Saudade bear
Become just bear
Flat an' coarse, his small paw girth
Bring no more saudade birth
Facia Overkill Feb 2019
your skin clinging to your bones and your veins protruding but
i still think you are beautiful
you were longing to die and i was longing for life
just one more month
but you couldnt do it
uninterrupted saudade
trying to come to terms with the idea that you dont exist anymore and trying to accept feeling like i dont either
but its what you needed
so frail and gentle as always
too tired to live
but this grief hurts more than i expected
i always thought i would be okay
i just feel continuously lost without you
oh how your presence feels vital
for you are home now
Victor Marques Apr 2022
A noite chega com gemidos e lamentos,
Eu com a vida em torno de ternos
momentos,
Se nasce em qualquer lugar,  vivemos com sonhos para realizar,
E eu aqui sentado com o pranto e o luar...

A lua hoje é plena e observa  todos os seres que vivem para sempre morrer,
Uns acreditam outros não numa vida sem tristeza em eterna comunhão,
Pedaços de saudade de quem partiu sem por vezes querer...
Jesus Cristo foi vinho, foi pão, foi a única esperança para a vida,morte e ressurreição.

A vida foi aquilo que quis ser, pois pensamos que tudo podemos fazer,
Nunca temos a verdadeira preocupação que nascemos e vivemos para terra tornar a ser...

Com o canto dos grilos e com a terna saudade de quem foi vivo e nos deixou,
Me abandono ao mundo, ao céu e a Deus que tudo criou.
Victor Marquesrealizar
vida,morte, resurreiçao
Victor Marques Aug 2018
A noite chega com gemidos e lamentos,
Eu com a vida em torno de ternos
momentos,
Se nasce em qualquer lugar,  vivemos com sonhos para realizar,
E eu aqui sentado com o pranto e o luar...

A lua hoje é plena e observa  todos os seres que vivem para sempre morrer,
Uns acreditam outros não numa vida sem tristeza em eterna comunhão,
Pedaços de saudade de quem partiu sem por vezes querer...
Jesus Cristo foi vinho, foi pão, foi a única esperança para a vida,morte e ressurreição.

A vida foi aquilo que quis ser, pois pensamos que tudo podemos fazer,
Nunca temos a verdadeira preocupação que nascemos e vivemos para terra tornar a ser...

Com o canto dos grilos e com a terna saudade de quem foi vivo e nos deixou,
Me abandono ao mundo, ao céu e a Deus que tudo criou.
Victor Marques
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