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Lucia Airo Jan 2021
The dim wind whispered in my ear why are you here
For wind I do not know as I could ask you an unexplainable question like why do you blow.
For I do not know
and i guess i learned
the hard way that
chasing you is like
chasing the sunset
  
i am running towards you
but when i reach out to
hold you in my hand
fingertips grasp at empty air

a master of disguise
appearing so close, but you were
distant, off in the distance giving
the horizon line goodnight kisses

you belong to the wind
the light, the sky, the stars
you belong to everything,
but you do not belong to me.
Owen Dec 2020
How powerful a place is.
Ghosts of memories
overlapping, replaying, echoing
on our present stage.
Time floating by
on winds of change,
winter and spring
to bite or caress
our skin.
The inevitable
elements that always
bring us to the end,
or the beginning.
so much hasnt changed, while we do.
Coleen Mzarriz Dec 2020
My mouth widened its passage to yawn out the drowsiness,
in my dizzy mind and endless tickling of my eyes closing—
while I still fight for my consciousness to live,
while she was out there playing fire with the rain.

Where the time goes back and she meets me from the tree of souls,
from her tears there comes a glimpse of tomorrow, and from her black silky hair,
there comes a defying gravity
of sleep and reality.

I once entered a door of hope—where the dead sleeps and live
from heavenly green pastures,
trees alive and birds whistling
a great melody of harps
and angels' tune,
there I saw her—and the time stops,
the bell rang, the place filled with the tricky lights,
from the tree of souls,
there is one key that holds the glimpses of yesterday and tomorrow.

I yawned out the momentum of my blissful sleep
waking up from a deep heavy dream,
the clock ticked, the trees danced, the winds hustled, and
I danced on the curtains of life.
I kept a straight face and distanced myself
from the harmony it brings,
my body sways and my voice sang
a melody with an unfamiliar tune,
my heart swelled and I saw her.

She slowly stride her feet and welcomed me her arms, while I let out the tears
and cry crystal diamonds, wiped it with her swollen hands—
she let out a laugh I am longing to hear,
“It will be over, I promise.”
Finally! I was able to finish this short poem. It's been stuck with me for almost 3 weeks and I am glad I was able to post it now :)

Happy holidays, people! Thank you for surviving this year. I am proud of you. :))
Nermine Marei Dec 2020
❤🌻

I will learn how to be alone..
I will explore like a new born..
A new life will start every dawn..
I will forget everything the wind has blown..
I won't worry about the unknown..
Everyday will be a milestone..
My determination will show how I've grown..

❤🌻
Nermine
A whisper in the wind
No ordinary voice could speak
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