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Bella Isaacs Oct 2022
My hands were stained with beetroot
My hands were sour with lemon
My hands were salt from cabbage
As I cried in your defence
"He would have kissed me on the steps
If I'd looked up, if I were not such a fool
The cue was there, you know
When he asked about my necklace."
I always wondered, so now
Where's this bold solution from?
And she said, were you a man
I wouldn't have to look.
Zywa Aug 2022
In the land you dreamed

for us, I still wait for you --


dead and buried there.
"Makabrer Wettlauf" ("Macabre race", 1951-1953, Hilde Domin)

Collection "VacantVoid"
Aditya Roy Jul 2022
You told me to wait
I was sure I cared
It's been hours, I still do
About the shape of you

I gave you my world and let you in
You're one of the few
Whom I can count on
To see it through

I wonder where the time went
You hesitated in the end
Before opening your mouth
I finished the sentence

We were young
We had books and years in common
Or I thought it must have been fate
Or the way your hair sat
Have you ever been so scared that you couldn't take a chance? Even if you took a chance, you backed out. Simply scared of rejection and ruining your reputation. I'm trying to make sure that I don't make these mistakes in the future. But for now, I'm not meant for anyone.
Danielle Jul 2022
"Perhaps, we are the people who met each other at a time warp, that's why we are still existing in this millennium."

It's like my heartbeat has been cursed by twenty lifetimes; I would trade all my days, even if it turns from epoch to eon, I will always come back to you.
"we are the time travelers"
Under the streetlight, covered by moonlight
I sat upon a bench, waiting to unite

took out my diary, flash-backed our memory
read all your letters, sunken in harmony

listening to the rain drops, took out my umbrella
reminisces your voice, how you call me senorita

buses after buses, all kind had gone by
still neither recieved a call nor a reply

thoughts in my head, ran a sec per mile
my brain submerged in doubt, but heart said to wait

someone took me in arms, hugged so tight
i trusted my heart, so was it you...
Waiting can be hopeful and dying too..

"Sat by the streetlight" made me a Gold winner🏅 in the contest using photo prompt at Allpoetry©
https://allpoetry.com/Shwetha_SB
Anais Vionet Jun 2022
I’m crushingly sentimental, you might not know, I don’t let it show, but it’s true. I’m walking in the moonshine and moonshine is how I feel - I’m intoxicated - by you.

Some nights when I can’t settle - I walk - and find myself outside your dorm. Your light’s on tonight, everything’s right, when you're a few feet away safe and warm.

I’ll wait a while, in the windy cold, the crunchy snow, deep in the sharp blue moonshadow. When people pass by, I look down at my phone - oh, don’t look at me, there’s nothing to see or do.

A walking girl, a stalking girl? Lingering, at 2am, drunk with desire, yearning somewhere inside for the ephemeral closeness of you.
BLT Marriam Webster word of the day challenge: Ephemeral: "lasting a very short time."
Van Xuan May 2022
I cared for you since day 1
You never knew me
Yet I gave everything I got
Just for you to be happy.

I am just waiting here
Ready to support you
Anytime you need me

But then you love someone else
An adversary that I'm helpless with
Time to give up

For the first time and the last time
I just want you to know
The only reminder I can give to you

"Usted siempre sera mi siempre"
"You will forever be my always"
Full version of the poetry Final words.
Ronna M Tacud May 2022
Sitting on the ***** ground,
while staring to the playground.
I've been waiting for you too long,
yet you never came along.
I lower my pride,
just to be by your side.
Even if trials will come,
I'll still choose to walk with you in the aisle.

But then, my hopes has been shatter.
and turned into anger.
Is this the love that I want?
Is this the love that I need?
To be pitied?
Maybe, yes!
Maybe, not!

I've been careless,
and now I'm no longer his princess.
I deserve what I tolerate.
Cause I know, he always makes me feel discriminate.
And I let those painful words hit me.

I waited too long,
to realize that this is wrong.
The love that I dream
isn't a moonbeam.
Instead, it is a shadow of grief.
Whom I belief.
Slime-God Apr 2022
Watching saplings grow
A young crow awaits their fruit
Plucking it's feathers
Patience was never my strong suit, nor was nurture, perhaps in spite of this something beautiful will grow, fit even for a fickle crow
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