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Maybe I am where I need to be
The reason presently I can't see
Leaves with flourish spring from tree branches
Try to stay above these mental avalanches
Inside I am frozen
Hopeless
Blue
Outside I pretend it isn't true
Written 2-22-21
Everyday I’m suffocating,
I’m choking on disappointment.
You really left me here waiting.
Will you ever find contentment?
Where are you now that I need you?
Amanda Kay Burke Aug 2023
The world suddenly becomes blurrier
Like presence begins slipping away
I'm guessing effects are shifting sides
Took one hit too many today

Slept on my dreams far too long
Changed the way perception blooms
Erased gleam one high at a time
Painted me as dark as the shadows in my room

Or just chiseled away my armor
It's so hard to accept the face beneath the mask
Where has the old me disappeared to?
The question in my chest I am too scared to  
ask
I wish I wouldn't have let t ruin my life and transform me into a complete stranger
Where Shelter May 2023
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Four Irises tall & gallant, looking though
slighted worn out, a tad bedraggled
they are springtime survivor stragglers
of the Great Spring Weather Battle.

living in an open trench, battle conditions,
wind-whipped by constant strong breezes,
raked by intermittent machine gun rain,
familiar weapons of the “handover” season

loyal guardians of their pinpoint position,
remaining on duty, standing at attention,
dignified amidst the serene, nearly summer, now,
accepting quietude & gratitude of surround soundings

arrow-straight, in dress uniforms of royally purple,
four lead a cohort of unbloomed green fellows,
protecting their charge, an ancient marker of time,
rusted-green bronze sundial, symbol of continuity

these four, boon companions to human and animal,
shall persist long after I cease to dabble in this art,
they greet their admirers in full regalia, every year,
long, long may they live, die and be yet reborn!

here, in place, when we arrived four decades ago, a tiny forever,
changelings heading a processional of the summer season,
greeting all with a simple story of constance of change, of beauty,
leading our Summertime Commencement Exercises

May 26 ~ 27, 2023
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hazem al jaber Jul 2022
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 ...
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
Where
is
the
poem?
~~~~~

Read
Between
This
Lines


and
Write
Your
Own
Poem
here
To
Keep me
company
You're a poet

but be my
A friend
~~~~
By : Karijinbba
Please repost
2017-2021
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.

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

Rain.
The wind.
& that teal rug.
Thanks Ann.




Garrett Johnson.
Right at that point. Edge of frightening intimacy.
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