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A reminder,
that even those of us who soar above the rest,
can sometimes fall to the ground,
in a drop of full of pain.
Mathieu Jan 2022
Clea,

Life had a story for you, from the first page you started.

Please, don't shed a tear, it's not your fault you departed.

Fate had a hand to play in the bed that you lay.

He tore us away in a moment of grace.

In rebellion, that smile not once, left your beautiful face.

Clea, visit me, please?

When I'm curled up in bed,
asleep, let your spirit rest on my chest.

Gently let me know, that I'm not alone.

That there is something left?
Odd Odyssey Poet Nov 2021
Your
thoughts
Seem            warm,
thinking      all      about me.
Run in the endless snow as, our
noses both love to do the running too.
Lets both be going down the cold mountain
of life' valley of fate & dreams. Darling, we then
would go riding down the valley' despair and ski.
Kept warm by a kiss  of flames under my breath.
The  sun  is  covered by  clouds,  but  a  son like,
me, can take up the work. Only put me on; and;
consider my warmth. As  in  winter;  humbled
warm words fill you up with warm worth.
I'll be your frozen tear drop of joy.
Alina Sep 2021
a missed call notification lingers on my phone, taunting me in the small moments, reminding me of opportunities lost. A single minute voicemail replayed a hundred times. Your voice seeping into my marrow growing cold as it lingers. It's all I have left, all of you that remains. A notification, a reminder, a promise that just hours before it all, I was what occupied your mind.

A.C.
Yashika Aug 2021
Today when you are gone
My eyes are in dew
The heart has completely shattered
My mind argues for you....

In the crowd of millions
I find myself alone...
with whom do i share my feelings with....
you left me in a stage of bemoan...

i wish the rain never stops
like the tears that flows
i could cry endlessly
to cleanse the pain that grows...
a very touchy poem for the ones who lost their loved ones
And
when the eyes come back
to shed tears,
I hope
it’s not a cry of remorse,
nor to let go.
Indonesia, 18th July 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Shofi Ahmed Jul 2021
The Sahara seeing me
sigh in the desert
asked me why I cry?
I am left alone, I replied.

'I see, but you got tear,'
it hissed out.
I said, perhaps like me
first, you had an wet eye,
now is all dry!
Shofi Ahmed Jul 2021
Rain in the eyes
has been for so long.
Now is a mo
parched Sahara is all in all.

Above the sea
is only the Moon.
The gap in between
is never short.
Nor for the night to sigh
left no teardrop
no more!

Now who dwarfs who
the sea is full
the moon is beautiful?
RQ Jun 2021
A garden of dahlia
Where memories are stored
The moonlight shines upon the flowers
My heart is buried under

They shine bright during the autumn
Like my love for you during the summer
So breezy in the spring
Now my soul is frozen like winter

The dahlias hold the memory of us together
I was left drunk gazing at it
I smile while my tear rolled down my cheek
And land on the flower

If only I could hold you once more
Like how I hold these flowers
I won't let go of you when you're in my arms
Because we both lost each other before
I can see the tigers behind your tears.
Nobody knows
that only you who can feel the fears.
As the poet who always gets drunk every night.
He needs his pen to join that fight.
If one day the poet lost that battle,
the tigers would get her as fresh meat slices.
If one day the poet won,
his poem would become famous one,
because the madness was fried in the pan.
Indonesia, 26th May 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
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