Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Where ...

the sun got up ...
with it's warm ...
and it's charm smile ...
it came ...
just for us ...
me and you ...
to give us ...
the love ...
that we both need ...
from it's heart ...
and already ...
it sent ...
and waits ...
for us ...
to see it happiness ...
into our eyes ...

so ,,
sweetheart ...
where are you ...
where you got hide ...
the sun ...
and me ...
and our place ...
missed you so ...

hazem al ...
Balkus Sep 2021
Where are the eyes
that never cried?
Where are the ears
that never bled?

Where are the hearts
that never broke?
Where are the mouth
that never screamed?

Where are the men
that never hurt?
Where is the woman
that never been sad?

Where is the hope
that never died?

Where are the eyes
that has never been blinded
by the light?

Where will we go
if there's no heaven
we can hide in?

Who will shelter us
if there's no shepherd
among the frightened hoard?

And when we reach the destiny,
who will be brave enough
to open the heavy door?
Zack Ripley Jul 2021
They say "time flies when you're having fun." But I don't remember having any fun.
And I know I'm not the only one.
I remember working. Fighting about money. But, for the life of me, I don't remember my kid being much bigger than a bunny.
I remember being stressed in great detail.
I even remember daydreaming
about getting a boat and sailing away.
But of all the things I wish I could remember,
I wish I knew where the time had gone.
Where my life had gone.
Karijinbba Jul 2021


Keep me
You're a poet

but be my
A friend
By : Karijinbba
Please repost
My Silence won novel poem price
But silence is friend and for.
qeren Feb 2021
breakfast has always been nice and pleasant
the evening has always been filled
with some strolling in the garden and delightful tea time
the night has always been filled with passion and late-night reading

all is well
all is good
all is warm.

where did we go wrong?
i'd like to know
Garrett Johnson Jan 2021
French Caliber.

The wind.
& that teal rug.
Thanks Ann.

Garrett Johnson.
Right at that point. Edge of frightening intimacy.
Where must I go
To find someone,
To put me back together?
Him Dec 2020
I searched for you that day... beneath clouds overcast and grey. First, to the park, where with you by my side, we had slowly walked, whilst the moonlight lit our way... but you were not there.

So I looked here, within this place, whose walls still lacked any remnant of grace; chipped, while winter-white and bare; hoping...praying to see your face, before the sun had fade.

Leaving me in a perpetual darkness, and with a perpetual question of Where.
I am still searching... are you?
If even the lonely among you have someone,
Then where do I stand?
Next page