#years poems on Hello Poetry

Tom Lefort Nov 2020

Wither

I am losing my grip, final touch of fingertips,
One last gasp, a grasp of hands
That spilt those years like grains of sand.

I am fading too fast, withers now a reckless past,
In desperate cries, my crimes of old
That beat within the heart that stole my soul.

TS Lefort, November 2020

#love #past #age #years #sadness #reflection

Chris Slade Nov 2020

It’s that good!

We’ve been married 50 years.
But in fact we are both still around 25!
It’s that good.

We giggle and laugh
and yet neither of us has said anything…
it’s that good.

I read your mind and you read mine…
It’s that good…
It's understood!

#marriage #50 #years

Bhill Nov 2020

Is Democracy Alive - Rant

the spirits of our forefathers are turning in their grave
our land has been home to freedom and liberty for years
why would we allow the orange fog to control and suppress that right
our founders fought for and gained that right for us
why would some question, and want that privilege squashed
is it a reality that has come to stay?
NO, is the only answer here
let our ancestors know that democracy is not in hiding....

Brian Hill - 2020 # 304

#democracy #alive #grave #forefathers #freedom #liberty #years #orange #fog #founders

little lion Oct 2020

12 years of friendship

I never would have thought that you,
of all people,
would pull a vanishing act on me.

I guess I should have realized
after 12 years of second, third, fourth chances
that you're no different than the rest.

#friendship #broken #exfriends #abandonment #silence #12 #years #heartbroken #lonely #tired

Mark Wanless Oct 2020

haiku 20/10/26b

the present is now
told a thousand years ago
and we stand conscious

#present #ago #years #told #we #stand

Khoisan Oct 2020

I know what I saw in the summer of 84

You entered
the gardens
at noon

the sunflower
took a bow
and the rose bended low

it wasn't the fragrance
you wore

tangible
it was the aura
that I saw

love
unsurpassed
gentle and kind

a reinvention of you
will never ever
cross my mind.

Capetown Gardens 1984

#my #wife #thirtysix #years #ago

Maria Mitea Oct 2020

Miracles Happen

You be the sea
I’ll be the stone
Waiting and waiting
On your seashore
To eternity and beyond
Miracles happen
Miracles happen

Miracles always Happen!

You be the wave
I’ll be your wind
Caring and caring
Your waves in the sand
To eternity and beyond
Miracles happen
Miracles happen

Miracles always Happen!

You be the splash
I’ll be the waiting
You be the kiss
I’ll be the fading
Miracles happen
Miracles happen

To eternity and beyond
Miracles always Happen!

You be the tears
I’ll be your salt
You be ’seabed
I’ll be your heaven
Miracles happen
Miracles happen

To eternity and beyond
Miracles always Happen!

You be the darkness
I’ll be your ridge
Flying abyss
Meeting sunlight
To eternity and beyond
Miracles happen
Miracles happen

Miracles always Happen!

#sea #seafloor #abyss #love #ridge #sand #million #years

Anastasiia Denysenko Oct 2020

Years Behind

What is the point of getting older?
Do you just shoulder pain, love,
words that haven’t been written yet?
Or do you get an ounce of regret
that brings you down?
You forget what you’ve done and think about what brought you to the brink.

Is this your brink? Or did you blink
To see a tiny glimpse of darkness?
Each year it’s growing bigger and bigger and words aren’t always coming out.
Neither is love.
But pain — it is always the same.
It feels like concrete if not worse,
Your fighting it, but in reverse.

Which means you’re fighting your own mind.

What stays behind apart from years?
Sundowns, sunsets, regrets or tears?
And fears. They hunt you down.
So what’s the point?
Is there one?

#years #birthday #pain #road

Cross Boundry Oct 2020

You Owe Me

You owe me six years,
six years you took from me.

Six years I spent pining, loving,
pleading with the world to let you love me.

You owe me my ability,
my ability to love is scarred from your carelessness.

Six years you spent carving, stabbing,
killing my love that I continued to give.

You owe me, but I don't think I could bring myself to take it back.

#six #love #hurt #years