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ohellobeautiful Jan 2018
meeting for the (first) time
our bodies may have (though)t
but deep down (my) internal clock
had endlessly ticked a (rhythm)
that had always (synched)
(to you)r every thought
first, though, my rhythm synched to you
Anne Webb Mar 2017
It's a person's Life,
which is never forgotten,
but it's a person's Death,
that makes us never forget.
Dawn of Lighten Feb 2017
The heavens stood in blue,
Just as water mirrors it's hue,
And ocean dawn reflects the sky anew.

Time and stars light the darken space,
As if catching illumination with our pace,
But hands reach out to finish the race.

Race without a face in the life of maze,
Remembering the face upon your gaze,
A sincere warm smile that would haze.

Heart's tug of war,
The unspoken lore,
And it's forgotten core.

Yearning for two voices to weld
In solidarity beats would of held,
And united minds would meld.

The one way ticket always looking back,
But struggles to find the words to pack,
And in honest words it seems to lack.

Trying to piece every sense
Why miss your presence,
Trying to understand your essence.

Hands stretched,
Mind etched,
I seek only upon thee.
Wanting is a desire,
But desire is unwanting,
The truth of unrequited.
I am the whisper of a leaf in the breeze

I am the flutter of a butterfly against the white honeysuckle so sweet

I am the gurgle of the flowing river

I am the wind in the willows

I am the waitress picking up coffee cups in the cafe

I am the old woman reading a newspaper against the window

I am the siren of the police car as it drives by

I am the laughter of an old man who twirls his moustache

I am the chatter of a young child

I am the taste of sugar on your tongue

I am the scent of a hundred roses in your nose

I am the sound of plaintive notes on a flute in a land far away

I am the smell of candles and incense in a wooden church

I am the flavour of Marmite on hot buttered toast

I am the feel of the cool granite table against my wrist

I am the refugee who hides in subway tunnels

I am the man who cheers for Arsenal

I am the woman buying anti ageing creams

I am the child kicking stones on the path

I am the smell of rain

I am the taste of freedom

I am the sun upon your skin

I am the honeyed kiss of your lover on the inside of your wrist

I am the taste of violence upon your lips

I am the woman in the red dress and the ebony skin dancing

I am the poet on Speaker’s Corner

I am the woman licking her fingers as she eats

I am the autumn leaves that rustle under your feet

I am the man checking his phone

I am you and you are me and we are a hundred other things

And we are all unseen, forgotten, experienced, reviled, overlooked, and replaceable

And the music plays, the clock ticks, and we look away
Alan S Bailey Oct 2015
I always have loved you. Maybe when the time is right
100 years from now, or 20 years, who knows?
In a future life of inconceivable delights,
I will find you again somewhere, amid sparkling nature,
Living on and on you wonder why you can not die,
Like a crystal that will withstand the test of time,
Though you can not ever be the only one,
Be this moment always like this love of mine.
Sally A Bayan Dec 2014
(10WX2)

While I live,
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a muffled
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unforgotten
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fragrance
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breathes
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wit­hin
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me.
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It'll
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fade
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with me
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when i soar
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to the Heavens.
~~~~~~~~~~~


Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Peter Watkins Nov 2014
I sit here, years later
and watch the grass blow in the wind.
It's sickly yellow and covered in rain water.
No worthy sight to behold or find.
Sometimes, I just feel like I'm waiting for you.

Then, I just think back to the past.
When I died.
I couldn't turn around in time, the car was too fast.
My death came just after I lied.
Yet again, I lied to you.

I really hope that I'm as unforgettable as you.
But at the same time, I hope you have a clear mind.
Because, I couldn't even imagine what you'd be going through if you cared.
Or maybe, just maybe, you'd be feeling as I do right now...
I know that you care, you always did.

The grass is moving in the wind, like it's dancing.
It would be a much better sight, with you, with me.
I can't seem to forget you even if I'm dead or dying.
The memories of you seem to breathe life back into me.
I can't seem to explain just how much you mean.

But it's so odd and warped in this field.
Of grass sickly yellow and gently stroking wind.
For I no longer feel the emotion that once was wild.
Can't seem to cry over the past; undecided whether that's cruel or kind.
I want to be alive again, not this husk of my former self.

I really hope that I'm as unforgettable as you.
But at the same time, I hope you have a clear mind.
Because, I couldn't even imagine what you'd be going through if you cared.
Or maybe, just maybe, you'd be feeling as I do right now...
I know that you care, you always did.

So, what do I have to do now other than wait?
Looking to the sky, clear and blue.
All I can seem to do is contemplate.
Over how much you really, truly mean to me.
Oh my love, unforgettable you, where are you?

Of course, you're back in the land of the living.
I'm nothing more than a spirit close to death.
But my memories of you are keeping me between darling.
Between the land of life and death, I'm a hairs breadth away.
Yet, I continue to wait for you...

I really hope that I'm as unforgettable as you.
But at the same time, I hope you have a clear mind.
Because, I couldn't even imagine what you'd be going through if you cared.
Or maybe, just maybe, you'd be feeling as I do right now...
I know that you care, you always did.

You always did...
You always did...
Unforgettable you...
My love, die soon, come to me...
Just a nice romance poem open to interpretation. Hope you enjoy it for what it is. Personally I think it could flow better.
John-Chris Ward Nov 2014
I hate the sound of music in a dark room;
Because all it does is give me images of you,
And all the things we use to do.
Now all I can think about is “who”.
Who is it that you’ve moved on with?
Who is it you’ve replace me with?
It’s not a question, it’s a statement;
So if you decide to lie,
It’s purely based on your own free will,
Because all the things we’ve done stand up still.
When it’s over, it’s over;
This is what happens when the luck runs out of your clover,
When life has decided,
There’s really nothing I can do but live by it;
Just like you said you only live once so why not enjoy,
I hope you enjoy this.
I hope you enjoyed it.
Our arms flail as we flounder about
In our lakes impossible tide
A water of unforgotten days
That we couldn't escape if we tried
Some people's are small others wide

We do our best to escape
Pulling ourselves to the sandy beach
Resting from its power,
Pulling us in, never free of its reach
To it we aren't worth a screech

As we grow our lakes do too
Filling with waters good and bad
Powerful waves and calming seas
Old emotions happy or sad
As we grow to man from lad
Please comment I would be happy to hear what interpretations you have of my poems

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