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dee Aug 13
the awareness of the time for renewal.
how empathetic.
how profound.
the only time I wish to hold pessimism in my hands.
To **** the aspiration for connection that comes from my heart.
Along with the invisible wisdom that drains me cold.
The warmth of illusion to help me feel again.
the awareness of confusion
how insincere.
how ignorant.
even when I suffer
I think of the tree I hang from and how the fruits that bear from it whisper your name.
a sense of yearning that holds the rope in place.
it evokes a quiet shift in my reality.
once more,
a different life
I’ve had to **** another version of myself for loving you.
lol ya feel me
greatsloth Aug 11
I got a piece of my soul
Stuck on your ruffled sleeves
Can I pry them off
I'll try not to let our skins touch
Cause I too am trying to forget
The warmth that I've felt
TheLees Aug 8
I have honey sunshine in my mind
from when I left my shoes in your seats
said I’d grab them tomorrow,
and you, of course.

Honey drips
on a sun-blind mind’s rewind.
Sticky memories don’t spoil
they crystallize,

then golden-shine
in your lullaby eyes,
because I said
you’re mine
for the hundredth time.
mav Aug 2
burning light, it shades
effortlessly protects me
stay for a moment
In the heat of the evening, so humid at night,  
Whispers of twilight are a welcome delight.  
Golden hues fading, the sun bids adieu,  
As a cool breeze dances, refreshing and true.  

It carries relief, on soft wings as it glides,  
Through fields and the trees, where serenity hides.  
Embrace this soft comfort, let worries take flight,  
In the evening's warm arms, find peace in the night.

A cool breeze in Summer, blown across hot, wet eyes,
Provides a refreshing reprieve as one looks up to the skies.
A simple blessing one might come to conclude,
But a Godsend indeed when I'm in a low mood.
Henryk Jul 31
Sometimes it's hard to see, to put into words just how much you mean to me.

three words, eight letters, three syllables

Time has been our friend, all but for a while.
I'm glad that I could be the reason you regained your smile.

three words, eight letters, three syllables

"How are you taking this so well?" I hear her say.
If only she knew I was in agony every day.

three words, eight letters, three syllables

You touched my heart, my mind and my soul in a way that I thought no one ever would.
It's just so cruel that fate showed us what we wanted, but to keep it we never could.

three words, eight letters, three syllables

You were the lock and I was the key,
Together it would set us free.

three words, eight letters, three syllables

These words I have rush endlessly around my head,
I dare not say them so I remain quiet instead.

three words, eight letters, three syllables

Into my life you came, my very essence you did capture.
So much I wished we could've had our happily ever after.

three words, eight letters, three syllables

You see my smile and ask if I'm ok,
But what can I do, what more should I say.

three words, eight letters, three syllables

A piece of my heart will always be with you,
To remind and reassure whenever you feel you can't make it through.

A piece of your heart will always stay with me,
To remind me of the time you set me free.

three words, eight letters, three syllables

I want to say it.
Lord should I say it?
Often I want to say it.
Vast amounts of times I've wanted to say it.
Every fibre in my being wants to say it.
You need to say it.
Only I can say it
Underneath it all, I ask myself should I really say it?
But you already know.
Emric Arthur Jul 24
Whisky in my tea,
When cold bites and wind blows
A deep sip soothes me.
Dusk falls as I lay in your arms, I return to life for your glimpse of warmth upon my form, I listen to your lush voice coming as the waterfall of sound from your lips to my ears, I could not have telled when you arrived from the dark as the cologne of a long lost friend with the scent of celestial tenderness, I invite you to never let me go, for I still carry you as the halycon of my heart.
lisagrace Jul 19
I must look ridiculous
to these other café patrons—
just a woman with orange-dyed hair
blinking back stubborn tears,
trying not to cry
into her honey, lemon, and ginger.

But I sit there, half-failing
to maintain my composure.
I look anywhere else—
up at the ceiling,
out the window,
trying not to meet anyone’s eyes.

These tears dare to seep,
but this sadness needs to steep—
not pour.
Or else they'll overflow
in overwhelm.
I must take the helm.

So I take a sip:
that warm, sweet bitterness
rights the ship.
And the gentle calm
soaks back in.
They may glance over and wonder
What must be on her phone
To evoke such emotion?

Oh, don't mind me
I'm just writing poetry
about a silly girl,
and her hopes for understanding
Falling onto deaf ears yet again
and again,
and again,
and again
One more long swill
A sharp intake of breath
They prickle at my eyes,
Again

My teacup is empty -
I think I'll need another ***
For the sake of my sanity
I cannot let them see it pour
For a flood, an empty teacup
Has begot
A poem about writing a poem in a café – literally TODAY, trying not to cry. It's about holding it together when your heart is steeping in too much.
Warmth, near-overwhelm, and one more *** of tea.
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