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Rama Krsna Jun 2021
peeling
petal after petal
of pink peonies
she coyly ponders.....

he loves me
he loves me not

as this
melancholic yellow rose
domiciled in the forbidden city
seeks bodacious love
amidst
poems and peonies

© 2021
Dedicated to the beautiful flowers and women that we see  everywhere
Siji S Ram Jun 2021
When I'm gone before you,
Forget all the bad times we've had,
Remember only the best moments,
And smile that all of them happened.

When I'm gone before you,
Forget all the struggles I've had in life,
Remember only my victories and achievements,
And smile that my struggle has ended eternally.

When I'm gone before you,
Forget and forgive all the wrongs I've done to you,
Remember only the goodness in me, if any,
And smile that we got to know each other.

When I'm gone before you,
Forget the worry about my loss,
Remember to realise that I'm no more in pain,
And smile that I'm content wherever I am.
Janna B May 2021
Happy non-anniversary to you.
I marked it emotionally
but I forgot what the day was.
I marked it by
processing, tracking my progress;
taking a very rare breath to reflect.
I recognised the barriers still left,
looked at ways to overcome them.
You meant so much once,
and now I forget.
Happy non-anniversary
to me.
Maria Mitea May 2021
the forest without paths
the lonely shores,
mournful music,
the doors through which no one enters,

if we could hide the distance
the pain
the tears
the words
the poems
Will you see me?
how
I am waiting here

for you

simply


waiting


you


here
Strangerous May 2021
The snapshot of Now
folds in the middle:
me on one side,
kids on the other.

The snapshot of Then
split in the end --
me torn apart,
them with their mother.
© 1985 by Jack Morris

Hear the song on Spotify:
https://open.spotify.com/track/5SPCSAVSNsUWql1ICIR7qr?si=37fb7b1557e045f0
Bhakti Saravade May 2021
Don't know how big our life is,
Don't know how far our feelings stays,
So,
Let me dip you in my love,
Let me show you my deepest secret,
Let me know the reasons behind all your moods,
Let me know you sometime,
Let me just enjoy the long rides with you,
Let me understand you,
Let me change your perspective, of that drawing you made in your heart,
Until we fall apart,
Just let me love you....
Love has no boundaries or limitation, love has to be selfless and free without any time obligations.
Carlo C Gomez May 2021
~
If I am treason,
it’s you I kiss.

If I am desertion,
it’s you I blame.

If I am persuasion,
it’s you I rob.

And when we kiss dutifully,
smile in simile,
just whose road of promise
will it be?

If I am steep,
it’s your future I will not climb.

If I am winter sky,
it’s your way out beclouding.

If I am compromise,
it’s your eyes that hold no conviction.

And when we drift apart in apathy,
evade with euphemisms,
just whose road of decline
will it be?

If I am consternation,
it’s your dream driven away.

If I am turbulent sea,
it’s your ship high upon waves of doubt.

If I am fruition,
it’s your tomorrow that is sunk.

And when we drink to this tragedy,
get drunk on alliterations,
just whose road of surrender
will it be?

~
Written March 27, 1996
"Don't think about the future
love me and kiss me now"
Our time together
has a countdown
I want to stay
but I don't know how

Don't mistake my reasoning
for doubt
Romantic words from my mouth
Ours is not a break(up)
but just
a timeout
His4Her is a series of poems with different points of view of fictional people
I remember the night you held my hand and kissed my scars.

I remember the night you wiped my tears and said you'll be right here by my side.

I remember the night you walked with me under the city lights and made me feel alright.

I remember the night you pinched my nose when you ****** me off.

I remember the night you tried to kiss me under a tree.

I remember the night you promised not to leave me.

I remember every night I spent with you, especially the night you said we can't be lovers because you want me to be not in your past, but to always be in your present. The night when everything we had was set aside. The night you chose to ignore me.

I remember the night you chose to live your life, and I chose to die each day.

I remember the night when we chose to break our promises- your feet and my blades had gone through the same distance.
I saw this poem of mine on my Facebook Memories, and I originally  posted this on April 28, 2015.

I can still feel the pain 6 years after
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