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Enas Sep 22
Wandering soul, keep searching,

roaming this desert in peaceful pace.

A year without rain, a well you find;

hollowness it is, too deep

and all dispersed.

Fall in, unyielding devil;

veiled in the darkness,

no souls, only echoes,

aching thirst, numb fingertips

and beams of hope.

Close your eyes, dark angel,

float down a water dreamscape;

your yearning heart is speechless,

in memories, it believes

in a well flowing with tears.

Dive deeper, weeping well;

all is concealed but a thank you,

transcend into a sapphire ocean.

In this flowing freedom, you live!

for a dear face, for a new promise.
Seanathon Sep 8
And then I saw it
And I knew
Overtaken as I was
That all of my prior perceptions of beauty were nothing
And that your memory
Was a far sight from all of God's green glory
Creative and free as the cattails and the rustic leaves
For which I am thankful
Most thankful
Struck silent by the sight. Happy that such a truth exists. Exquisite.
I've had many dreams and she'll be forever In my thoughts
we will be together forever and
always
Jules AA Sep 1
When the waterfall reached the basin—
Dripping cataracts of verdant gems—
Mine had already dried with the summer heat.
Unkept too long, diverted elsewhere.
You had no desire to swim—
I waited to drink from the pond.
Johnny walker Aug 31
Helen was every thing I ever had so many
changes through my time
here Helen the birth of
our son by far the most Important to
me
I lost my love a long the
way truly miss so the last 
 two year's Helens been gone have been by far the hardest I've ever
faced
But Heaven now I hope she'll be up there waiting there for me so we can be together again just as In life we
used to
be
I keep saying to Helen It won't be long before I'll come to you and we shall be together again for two years without Helen Is far to long for me to
be
Her
Her eyes have became my sights
Her ears have became my songs
Her laughs have became my sun
Her tears have became my stars
It's always her.
quiel Aug 14
there is a well
in the middle of the road i walk on the way home
everytime
everyday
every chance i get, i toss a coin inside
it's an endless cycle, a routine of stopping in the middle of the road,
tossing a coin,
and whispering your name
over and over again under my breath
the well is old and aged, its walls beginning to grow moss
but everytime i throw a coin inside
those mossy walls turn into a portal,
a gate into space
my coin lands into the nightsky, 
taking its place as one of the stars;

i have thrown many, many coins
and i am reminded each time
when i look up at night
that you take the form of a wish fit neatly into a coin,
and my wish lies among the stars.
i loved writing this poem. i hope you enjoy reading it.
Johnny walker Aug 19
Not even aware I'd fallen Into sleep with memories
of Helen flooding my mind
remembering again the last  time I saw Helen alive It
was the 23rd Of December 2017 In hospital a Christmas tree at the foot of her
bed
Oh my heart sank on seeing that tree for they only put that tree by the ones who's last Christmas this would be for I knew any chance of her coming home to me was now never going to be
as
I sat down to talk to her she said Johnny I'm giving up can't do this no more I didn't have to ask what did she mean for Helen had always been a fighter but knew this was one fight she had no chance to
win
I sat with Helen 3 days and nights tending her every need the hardest In life I've ever had to face I still remember my final phone call to my family Its over she's free of
pain
she's gone for I was the last one to see my sweetheart alive I left a single red rose upon Helen's grave that said It all untill we meet again
R. I. P my love It won't be
long
Johnny walker Aug 14
Not even aware I'd fallen Into sleep with memories
of Helen flooding my mind
remembering again the last  time I saw Helen alive It
was the 23rd Of December 2017 In hospital a Christmas tree at the foot of her
bed
Oh my heart sank on seeing that tree for they only put that tree by the ones who's last Christmas this would be for I knew any chance of her coming home to me was now never going to be
as
I sat down to talk to she said Johnny I'm giving up can't do this no more I didn't have to ask what did she mean for Helen had always been a fighter but knew this was one fight she had no chance to
win
I sat with Helen 3 days and nights tending her every need the hardest In life I've ever had to face I still remember my final phone call to my family Its over she's free of
pain
she's gone for I was the last one to see my sweetheart alive I left a single red rose upon Helen's grave that said It all untill we meet again
R. I. P my love It won't be
long
A love like ours I no will never die all my crying seems to be all
done
For I know our love Is still so strong even though my darling you've passed
on
It won't be long before I see you again just a matter
time before we're together again
For I know which way now
I must go till my final days
Inevitably come
around
End of days I'll see your face again It be long before we're together
again
But till that day I'll keep your love hear In my heart
until that day
we meet
again
For what we started that of true love we will live over again  but this time
I'll not lose
you
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