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Grace Jan 2021
When you sing,
the wind responds
against my shoulders;
a lasting ring.

An echo
coming from the empty surface
of the Ocean.
A voice, capturing a soul
too weak to resist such melancholy.
She has desolation hidden in the hollow harmony:
the broken spell has me wanting it more.

I take a step into mellow waters,
salt sticking to my skin,
burning my eyes,
fulfilling her command.
Soon the Ocean's at my neck,
my chin,
lingering above my parted lips.
I hesitate,
wait for her song to call once more.
The water floods in.
I am suffocating,
but I want to.

It's such a peaceful thing,
watching the sky disappear above you.
I was sinking to the bottom
of a hungry abyss.
Inspired by The Siren, a novella by Kiera Cass.
maria Jan 2021
you called
out of nowhere
to ask
if I know a song

It's been a month since we last talked
what do you really want?
you're getting me crazy

written on January 17, 2021
© ,Maria
Jo Organiza Jan 2021
Strum me like a string with the coarse tune of your laughter,
embrace me like the quill that you use to write with a paper.
as I lie awake; reminiscing the times we've had together,
a ticking time slowly pacing from one way to another;
a kiss from the wind; leaving one's heart lost in constant blunder.
Twitter: @JoRaika
Balak - A Bisaya Poem.
(NOT A BISAYA POEM, BUT I USUALLY WRITE IN VERNACULAR)
Man Jan 2021
when there's post
who is it you hope
has written you?

when there's rain
do you feel it's in vain
if i asked to picnic with you?

i'd have to say
i'd like to stay
if only it's with you

open your window
i'm speaking to you now
if for anything, to let in some air

sure, it's chilly
but the birds sound so silly
when in the dead of winter
they sing
I hid my heart from you for too long
And you forgave me for my blunder
Our passion roared like thunder
A storm that whistled like a song

Day by day my thought went to you
Your scent, your smile, your heat within
A gaze of brightness in dark blue
The memories tattooed in our skin

But nights went by,
time moved like light
with your obsidian eyes
no more in my sight
And the last page of this
fleeting chapter
Was marked by the absence
of your laughter

Why did I leave?
Where did I go?
How did I leave the precious part
of my own soul?

Why did I leave?
Where did I go?
How could I leave this precious part
of my own soul, of my own soul?

Your kindness was petrified
My parting has hurt you within
Your touch is now cold in my skin
Nevermore your eyes will have me seen
Nevermore your embrace will mean something

So, after years misleading you
Time has come to punish my own
I'm countless nights just all alone
Why shall your absence still wound my mind
How can the heart betray his love, his kind

And nights go by,
time moves like light
with your obsidian eyes
no more in my sight
And the last page of this
fleeting chapter
Is marked by the absence
of your laughter

Why did I leave?
Where did I go?
How did I leave the precious part
of my own soul?

Why did I leave?
Where did I go?
How could I leave this precious part
of my own soul, of my own soul?

Hearts of gold never corrode
My love for you was always bold
But never is in the fullish souls
That believe the flames are to control
The poison that turns love cold
Prevents luster to unfold
And our present is no longer told
That's the price of absence and it was sold

So, why did I leave?
Where did I go?
How did I leave the precious part
of my own soul?

Why did I leave?
Where did I go?
How could I leave the most precious part
of my own soul, of my own soul?
This poem is written like a song, and it was my first try connecting these two different genres of art that many times intersect without us knowing.
Evan Stephens Jan 2021
Language ends here -
in the hazel of her,
in uncountable sleeps,
in a bundling of sun,
in a resonance,
a stray violin.
Brody Blue Jan 2021
I wandered by the wayside
till I wore out my traveling shoes.
I stopped and smelled the roses,
it seemed to be that time was mine to lose.
But when the thorns drew blood,
I saw how little time I had to choose
To pluck the rose, or bleed out with
The rosebud blues
A song about everything you hate
Nicoline Fougner Jan 2021
My favourite colour
Is like no other
It’s sunset with you

A silent whisper
A gentle kisser
Is a sunset with you

It’s like all the butterflies
Are shooting to the sky
To see the view

The waves are a symphony
Oh what a sweet sweet melody
Singing the blues

You’re my sunset lover
You’re my favourite colour  
Warm bright at bay
But colours fade away
And a sunset never stays
Awake

Don’t go away
I hope you’ll stay

The sun is sleeping
The dark is rising
I’m alone with the moon

Although it’s freezing
My heart is burning
Crying over you

It’s like all the thunder clouds
Come crashing down to the ground
Sinking in blue

Though the sun will rise again
Sunsets won’t be the same
When without you

You’re my sunset lover
You’re my favourite colour
Warm bright at bay
But colours fade away
And a sunset never stays
Awake

Don’t go away
I hope you’ll stay

My sunset lover
Has no more colour
Cold dark at bay
These are the lyrics of my newly composed song "Sunset lover"
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