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You waited for her
at the train station
where she said
she would meet you

it was getting dark
and the street lamps
shone like stars

you thought
she may have
changed her mind
or maybe
her husband
had stopped her
from going
to London
to see a show
and stay the night
with a female friend

but she came
with her overnight bag
dressed in her blue coat
against the evening cold

Didn't think
you were coming
you said

Had to wait until
he believed I was with
a female friend
go into details
about where she lived
and where I met her
lying is not easy
she said

No guess not
you said

and you got train tickets
and boarded the train
and outside the window
came dark cold rain.
Juhlhaus Oct 3
Stiff necks turn your ears
To the approaching thunder
In the sanctuary walls,
A tremor in the civic flagstones,
Four million poster-board sentiments,
And twice as many young lungs.
They will be marching still,
When you can no longer
Answer those piercing eyes
Looking for your legacy,
Nor stand before the tender feet
Shaking the earth you leave them.
For Greta and the planet.
I loathe the fear of my age
most of the planet are younger
than I in my envious loathing

The youth that own my once adolescence
scare me with their robotic ways
zombie eyed into small screens
oblivious to beauty and danger

Judge them not my ego pleas
were I born in this century
me too would be like them I suppose

They are the future keepers
of our climate changing world
so I must respect their insularity

Social awareness is played online
in a virtual world of non contact
of a physical nature

As humanity loses its senses
I lose all sense of what I knew
Not an attack on the young. An observation of technology challenging our very existence
ktle Sep 28
Bring it back.
Return to me the time I spent with you on my mind.
Gather up the seconds I spent with you,
Go back to find the laughter,
The stolen glances, and
The feelings we shared.
No need to wrap or tie them neatly,
Just bring them back.

Let me hold them in my hands one last time
Before I toss them to the flames.
Before I loosen my grasp
And let the poetry I wrote for you
Be carried away by the winds.

Let me look at you one more time.
Let me smile at you one more time.
Let you see the love for you in my eyes
Once more. No more.
I will turn my back to you leaving ashes and scattered poetry.
You will watch me leave before turning your way as well.

And with our futures in our hands,
And our paths clear of each other,
Let us run so fast that we have no time to look back.
here's to our new future
Kayla Gallant Sep 27
Filthy lies

Spread across

Blank canvases

Young minds

Spoiled

Like milk

Left out in the sun
warped young minds becoming who the world told them to be, So much wasted potential.
jerelii Sep 26
you made of dust
sparkled through all the time
the future of the 21st century
Sept 25,19
@jerelii
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