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thyreez-thy Feb 15
"One day I'll be there" I play your voice on loop
And think of all the games you played, with psychological hoops
How we had just a highway against our promised love
How you dared to ordain our love, and say it's from above

One day, Aru HI, no language makes its any better
How I waited in the rain with a shirt, in the cold with no sweater
Tell me what was expected of me, to make due with what you threw at me
What should we have become, for your person above to have it be

I prayed about it thoroughly, I even cried per syllable
I ruined my vocabulary, waiting for you left me miserable
Every lie you told sting, but none like "one day"
Every guy you find seems to hear you say

This verse is incomplete, like your patience and belief in us
You turned me from a stubborn lover, to a bitter hater that would cuss
At the very idea of seeing you on the street
And having to say you belonged there, cause you had the audacity to cheat

Even if it was a year, even if it was yesterday
It still hurts to hear, and to see you forget everyday
The people who got you to see other continents
The people who wasted precious time being consistent

I wish you well, and that you never have to lie again
To fake getting used like that, to make the truth bend
Using every excuse in the book, because you never deserved me
Did it **** you to be faithful? Did you have to swerve me?

I wonder if the men you hate now, have similar traits to I
Or if you have a "type" now to make up for your lies
Does the next guy deserve your self inflicted trauma?
Do I need a wedding invite, after getting thrown away like a soggy shawarma?

May your children never meet your past, may your husband never learn of I
For if I had to shake hands with them, you know I would despise
Lying on top of lies, crying as I reprise
My role in your miserable play named "One Day"
Something I wrote a while back in January that I never wanted to post till now. Based on somebody who lied about everything under the sun from getting SA-ed to not meeting me. One who inspired me deeply to put my heart into the Mikayla poems from sheer regret.
MuseumofMax Jan 29
I welcome the new year under a foggy sky

Warm breaths glowing in the cold air

Bright smiles never lie

I hope I can teach myself some self-care

I hope I can try

I welcome the new year under a foggy sky

in the middle of Oklahoma
Wrote this on New Years
Demonatachick Jan 13
It is not unusual for stars
to love, cosmic attraction
pulling one to another.

In the beginning when the
earth exploded into being
the sun and moon were
born to govern it.

As natural opposites they
avoided one another
sparing no thought whilst
following their own
cosmic paths, solivagant.

Occasionally the moon would
watch the earth and saw how the sun
nourished and brought
joy to its people.

And in turn the sun noted
the moons protective
shade and pitch night
wherein many lovers
stole forbidden kisses.

As the stars courted they
saw each other wholly
for the sun while
nourishing can also be
scorching and deadly, and the moon though many took comfort in its
glow others took it as an
advantage for carrying
out cruel misgivings.

Finally they decided to
meet, a day was chosen
and for a moment they
were as one.

This did not last.

The people below
panicked at this sight
fearing for their lives their
fervent prayers reached
the heavens and so once
more they parted and took
their immortal stations, everlonging.
Happy new year everyone!
January starts its journey
as a wet and sorry thing,
a limp balloon in a leafless tree
and a soggy bit of string
Breeze Jan 4
One spirit
One voice
In him rejoice

One light
One way
His love won’t stray

All you’ve got to do is surrender
Put all your plans aside
Let the masterful creator
Lead and be your guide

One dream
One hope
His strength to cope

One word
One phrase
To sing his praise

All you’ve got to do is surrender
There’s no better time than this
Made in the image of the one true God
Open up, don’t resist

One spirit
One voice
In him rejoice

One light
One way
His love won’t stray

Our ways are not the same as his
He’s not looking for perfection
Rest in the Father’s hands

One spirit
One song
In him we belong

One hope
We pray
For salvation one day
An old year is slowly winding down
Where every minute and second count
Don’t hold our breath, just count down
Gently and slowly. A new year, a new bout
Is coming down the aisle, while an old year
Is disappearing or evaporating in the air
An old year is gone, an old year is out
A brand new day is in, please let’s not shout
Be happy, be jolly, and be ecstatic for now
Please let’s not be as loud as a hungry cow
We must move on, we must go forward
Let’s not look back and let’s not step backward
A new year is present in the atmosphere
Life is not fair, life is sometimes unfair
Let’s be positive and let’s hope for the best
Let’s be fair and let’s start caring for the rest
Life is not easy. Life is not static.
Life can be wonderful and dynamic
An old year is being chased, that’s natural
And a new year is approaching like a jackal
That’s a phenomenon. A new decade is here too
This is the beginning of something special and anew
An old year is gone. It’s now history. It’s now the past
Time is never slow. Time always runs fast, very fast
Like the last poem of the old decade
And the new poem which will enjoy the new shade.

Copyright © December 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
A new day
Comes every day
With a morning, a noon
An afternoon and an evening
It's day and it's night
Across the countryside.

The first day of the year
Is as special as the last
Man creates days of feast
To distinguish himself from the beast
That says that all days are the same
Like the wind that dances and sows.

There is a beginning
To smile and laugh
And an end of time
To cry and die
The animals are right
A new season does not matter.

A new year, a new day
A new week, a new month
A new night, a new noon
A new sun, a new moon.

Copyright © January 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Nishu Mathur Jan 1
A little tattered
Broken

A little shaken
Shattered

A little scattered
Rattled  

But a little fixed
Mended

A little patched
Stitched

With gum and glue
Old and new
Needles and pins
Tonic and gin

Up and down
Round and round  

I soared
I dived
I survived

With hope
Though a little weary
With a smile
though part numb —
I wait
wondering what’s to come
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