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 Jun 2020 Moonbeam
emgm
don’t rush
 Jun 2020 Moonbeam
emgm
you still haven’t met all of the people who will love you.
- unknown
 Apr 2020 Moonbeam
Eloisa
Longer sleepless evenings
Humid, dark, and bleak
Serene and sorrowful homes
Blossoming sakura trees weep
With heavyhearted lonely buds
Spring, unforgettable saddest spring
Trees not lovelier and so are fields
Nor the day more delightful than the evening
These unhappy blooms in pink
Signal a different kind of grief
Sakura  (cherry blossoms) are constantly cited as the most recognizable sign of spring in Japan. When trees all over the country burst into breathtakingly beautiful clusters of pink flowers right about the time it gets warm enough, people  yearly go outside to enjoy. Blooming of the sakura is a beautiful  gift from mother nature, hanami (sakura viewing) is done by many people in spring.  But due to COVID-19 pandemic, parks right now are being closed to avoid more transmission of SARSCoV2.
 Aug 2019 Moonbeam
دema flutter
close your eyes
and feel the sea
watch the water
turn blue, green and teal,
let the wind take the lead,
breathe in the sun,
don’t let your sins bleed,
exhale out all the deadlines,
and shine.
 Aug 2019 Moonbeam
دema flutter
you whisper words to me
of sweetness that is so
unrecognizable,
but definitely bearable ♥️
 Aug 2019 Moonbeam
دema flutter
my heart’s so fragile;
i’m afraid to give it away,

all that’s left of me is
a sarcastic personality,
and even that is
starting to fade.
 Dec 2018 Moonbeam
Nico Reznick
We say, "Ageing well."
We mean, "Decaying interestingly."
 Dec 2018 Moonbeam
Sonia Ettyang
Dense forest
Lush greenery
Clear skies
Crispy air
Bare feet
Dropped leaves
Bloomed petals
Chirping birds
Whistling wind
Dancing trees
This is where I belong
A place where silence speaks
And my spirit runs free
I'm a wild heart
So send me out into the woods
I meant for the wild
This is my haven
I'm a wild heart
Come let's take a walk on the wild side
Experience liberty
Feel the tranquility
Enjoy the epiphany
Eliminate the illusory
© Sonia Ettyang
#wildheart #freespirit #nature
 Dec 2018 Moonbeam
Nico Reznick
Somewhere along the line,
I lose track of the divide
between the
living and the dead.
In a thrift store, for
almost a minute, I
can't remember
whether or not
my parents are alive.
Staring at a china tea set
with a pattern of brown plums
I swear used to sit
in my grandmother's cabinet,
I can't place which
inevitable tragedies
are in the past, and
which are still ahead of me.

Summer ended
in a screech of brakes
one July night, and
October transitioned
prematurely into winter
with a flare of golden sunlight
and an overdose of anaesthetic.
There have been others - a long
succession of fatalities the
whole year through, but
those two were
the deaths that really
unmade me.
Since then, I guess,
the shadow has always
sort of been there.
Maybe before.  Maybe
it started with that
first small, broken body.
Or else it's just getting older
and outliving friends  
that does it.
Bereavement as the new normal.

Which leaves me here,
staring at thrift store china,
trying to remember
if I'm an orphan.
 Dec 2018 Moonbeam
nivek
its a death at times
and time again I rise
a poets quill
a poets tongue
a song on the wind.
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