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Sagar SB Aug 9
The waterfall ...
Falling alone
Falling down is a waste
This is also aware of it
Still the fall is part of it
There is no answer to his loneliness
Falling is his nature.
If it was tied, it had ponds
If you find the right place in the mountain
He turns into a beautiful look...
His, his joy to all
I am jealous of his presence too
There's no option since we're not like that
They have too
Jealously its beauty with those eyes
They have a drink.
What does a waterfall have to do with it?
He falls into free joy
Until then in his life
There are the right places...
The waterfall is not pretty at all.
That's all his job flowing and collapse...
Perfect place to give him beauty..
Gives the right turns...
Happiness is not of a waterfall alone..
Of every turn of it ,
Even of the journey with it
The happiness is equally passionate...
Are you that curve or nah?
This is the real question...!!
- Sagar SB
This poem talks to your Soul ! Feel it and you will get your meaning... may be the meaning to your life too.
Maria Aug 5
It was a short and bright love-story.
I’d fit it easily in simple couple lines.
It was complete: the waterfall and whirlblast,
The soulful look, and sighs just days and nights.

But it’s all gone, or it was never happened,
Those love confessions, tremblingly for good.
The flowers wilted and rhetoric fully vanished
The very moment, when the dawn became selfhood.

I bear all in mind: that dawn and bench.
You stroked my hand and you were flatly silent.
I understood it whole. And bade you farewell.
And you went out without a word. You didn’t keep in mind.

The story ended on that sandy beach,
In that soft breeze and in those silken waves.
And now there’re only melancholic memories,
The hollow promises and sea taste on my lips.
Thank you for reading this sad love-story. 💔
Maria Jul 14
Love for me is a gift,
Heaven bestowed.
It’s a rushing waterfall,
The amazing desired award.

Love for me is happiness,
Which is forever appeased.
And if you get it suddenly,
Please, don’t ever miss it.

Love for me is an evening,
Where candles are burning and nobody…
You’re gently stroking my hand and whispering
Something solely for me.

Love for me is the world,
Where’re both of us - me and you!
My photo is in your phone screen.
My darling, how I love you!
This poem is about real tender love! Thank you for reading it!💖
Like cold water that makes your skin tingle,
And the shining rocks that hold it,
Like the strength of tiny waves that drag you to dream (to live),
In your waterfall, you heard me.

And your sweet touch on my burns set me aflame,
And your hands awakened in me what I thought was dead.
And my tongue grew again, after years of having cut it with torment,
And you showed me the sky, you showed me the uncertain.

And I began to speak.
And I spoke and spoke so much that my heart grew tired and my words ran out,
Yet still, you listened.
And you were so bold, so harsh, so kind,
So difficult, so sad, so tender,
So cold, so fresh, so you—
That I created a dictionary just to compose words in your name,
And I started with the word “waterfall,”
And I sank into you.

I like how you listen.
I don't remember why I wrote this one but I love it (wrote it in Spanish first)
The water was crystalline and cold
I danced with you in a crushing grip
and distant disconnection.

I held on to you—
in an illusory intimacy,
and deafening silence,
in the moments of fulfillment,
in the endless hours of isolation.

It was my first dance—
chosen with open eyes.
Youth tames wild rivers,
but the swirling depths take away
strength, naivety,
and wonder.

I persisted in stubbornness for years,
suspended between the worlds—
like a stone swallowed by a waterfall
at first, looking into an icy void
then into the warm sun,
convincing myself
I could heal something,
never having been whole.

Uncertain of what was
much closer to me—
my persistence
or my yearning
for what would never come to be.

Then the river tore me from the shore
carried me far away.

Did I ever have a choice?

The hardest thing
is to say goodbye to what
was never real.

This dance by the waterfall’s edge
will remain the only dance of my life.
I know I don’t want to be trapped
in the cold waters rushing toward
the abyss.
Lyla Aug 2024
It’s green for you and black for me
Each color plays its part
It’s green for you and black for me
The icon of each heart

Then I met you and you met me
There at the waterfall
How I touched you and you touched me
We never touched at all

Green for you has always been true
But black for me’s too cold
Your green awoke my dreaming soul
Exposing color bold

It’s green for you, now red for me
A tender rose unfurled
The green of you with the red of me
Blossoming in the world
My attempt at a ballad in common meter for a prompt "Red".
Sarra Jun 2024
I am slipping below.
My spirit floats in the river
Shattered.
I am walking slow.
over spread ashes
of my burned-down hope.
Away from the mayhem
from the senseless noise
I'll march
along my dying ego.
Towards the open edge
Towards the certain fall.
I'll follow
the last piece of my soul.
Powerless
I'll watch my dream
crash into
the waterfall.
Carlo C Gomez Feb 2023
phobic sky
orphic sea
malleable beings
exposed to the atmosphere
can we finally be surfacing?

aliferous dreamscape
living, breathing
particles and waves
sediments that the glacial ice
has carved off the earth
to build their erosion timeline

a memory of us together
collecting stones
touching hands
filigree and shadow metanoia
in the sanctuary where we feel safe

can we finally be surfacing?
Crystal Freda Apr 2022
Wild splashes of beaming

Azure brushing back and forth

Tottering briskly on granite rocks

Enlightening excitement to our eyes

Radiance of teal drops sprinkle salt

Follicles misting up the atmosphere

Activating a rushing rippling of waves

Lashing playfully with each other

Looping to a sensational surprise
Written in March 2019
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