"dissappears" poems
Chasing the rainbow
Where it starts
Where it ends
Like a dreamer...
I chase the rainbow
Chasing the rainbow
Vibrant colors in the sky
pretty and gay
the colors of rainbow
so bright.. shiny and wonderful...
the colors of life...
Chasing the rainbow
Sometimes it gives me hope
Like a promise...
unfulfilled...
Like a journey...
neverending..
Chasing the rainbow
Sometimes its too exciting...
All the beautiful things..
I see only in dreams...
Chasing the rainbow
hate the sunlight
My rainbow dissappears...
My dream scatters...
Like a life falling apart...
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 12:38 PM UTC
As the summer sun above us shines
and warms our very bones
The world around us dissappears
and we are here alone
Two lovers laid upon the sand
of a small secluded beach
surrounded by the sound of surf
but safely out of reach
We come here every weekend
escaping from our lives
to be alone together
on this island paradise
Jun 5, 2010
Jun 5, 2010 at 6:22 PM UTC
Yes.
At sixteen I've never been kissed
Let alone gone further
For too long I was looking in the wrong area
But now I now who I am
I'm not going to pretend anymore
I'm finally going to be me
I would like to love another
And for them to love me
I'm ready, but I'm just too ******* shy
To make the first move
What happens if the friendship dissappears
Afterwards
I'm scared and frustrated but most of all I'm
Embarrassed.
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 6:28 PM UTC
This wasn't the train. It scooped you up to a different destination. Birds of splendor followed along
Out the window
Winding in your path of grief. Be ready for the station waiting
To greet your sorrow.
The platform is not clear. The mist hides the light then becomes a flow of water you can reach and touch. Become aware of the grief but don't move towards it. See it instead in the palm of your hand. Dip into the water cupped in your hands to cleanse your sorrow.
You will have times of freedom. Embrace all feelings. Let them fall into the stream of water. You will lighten. You will see more color as the mist dissappears.
You will see the light between the leaves of the trees. The sounds of song birds lifting you up with messages for you alone.
Mar 15, 2024
Mar 15, 2024 at 7:53 PM UTC
Beautiful is not a word I throw around lightly
More than pretty
More than gorgeous
You are absolutely beautiful
I love your munchkin height
Think it's perfect
To hug into you in the middle of the night
I love your precious lips
Think they're perfect
To kiss you as towards you my body tips
I love your delicate figure
Think you're perfect
To **** me with your looks as babe you pulled the trigger
I love your adorable smile
Think that's simply perfect
To melt away my problems as the world dissappears for a while
I love you and you as you
Think you're perfect in each and every way
To make me fall this in love with everything you do
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 12:06 AM UTC
i believe that people
are like those sand paintings
that take years to finish
every shape
and
every color
is there for some reason
some accidental reason
or some intentional one
billions of tiny pieces to create one whole
over time the shapes and colors
may change
because they don't seem to fit,
and with all these grains
to deal with it is a slow process
to try
to make the picture right again
sometimes a wind
blows a section off
we then rebuild that section,
but it doesn't look the same
the whole is altered accordingly
we do this perpetually
until we inevitably
run
out
of the sand given to us
by some unseen hourglass
and then we die
and then the sand is swept through centuries into some giant sandbox as the picture slowly blurs
and dissappears,
until the table-top is cleared
and as the children play and dig
and the wind ripples and churns, eventually
we end up
being barely more than billions
of tiny pieces
in an endless
colorful
sandbox
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 3:05 AM UTC
Disappointment only occupies a individual span of time
and is then overcome by satisfaction
Satisfaction is then overcome in the same fashion
A generation of fools or maybe it's just me.
Sticking to the plan and accepting
that opinion is fact
following in the foot steps of collapse
thinking they are leaning how to dance.
With so many details involved convinced Death is just
Coincidence with life
just there to balance out both sides
of an equals sign still ending up strapped
for cash and more illusions than the house of mirrors
Losing ourselves in the blind spots of despair
taking turns without looking sounds the safest way
to be a ****** for things with synthesized happiness
I want something more now than just sushi
more passionate than enthusiasm and energy.
Filling up the emptiness with all the things people told me
I should believe in and I would feel better
But soon repetitious days are ending
just as every song heard dies and dissappears
from the range of your ears
no matter the battery or modes of repetition
**** this loneliness is an accident
even though I thought I chose it
I thought I needed it
I feel like the past owes me a more well-adapted present
but it didn't and that's what they say life is
and probably will soon be asking if I make money
or if I'm somewhat satisfied
yeah, I guess so, maybe I could be
But sometimes I can't relate to pride according to my financial state
I don't need ownership over things that belong to everybody
just Imagine a real family.
Mar 4, 2011
Mar 4, 2011 at 1:02 PM UTC
In the crowded streets of the city
Everybody walks with their heads held high..
No one bothers to show a pity..
When an old grandma collapses on the road nearby..
She is neither looking nor asking for a sympathy
She is just someone feeling so lonely
Like a dried petal of rose.. torn and ugly
Unwanted.. untouched and unloved by many..
Shun by her uncaring loved ones..
Avoided even by the stingy bees...
***** and old wanted by no one..
Wrinkled and weak ..
Hungry and thirsty..
Whos’s gonna care for an old dumb grandma?
Slowly she wakes up one more time
To embrace the endless cruel fate of life
she picks up her heart heavily from the floor,
as it lay in pieces, like broken glasses..
She dissappears in the spooky darkness
walks to nowhere ..her weak limbs takes her
All alone no one cares her sorrows or tears..
Have anyone bothers to kiss or hug her?
One freezing morning people found her lay
lying next to where she was left in pieces,
She cant move, she can’t scream,
She has only silence for company
The screams of silence is all that remains,
Alone she died buried with her troubled memories..
lost in the shadows of life.. All alone...
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 12:29 PM UTC
When the red wooden floor
Meets the white cold wall
And the wheel in the ceiling hears my call
The bottle on the broken brown table
Listen to the stories of a broken mans fable
And I call and I call
But nobody answers
And I call and I call
But nobody hears
Staring down the ashtray
Looking for answers
Through the ash of yesterday
The candle and it's fire stirs
Emotions of a soul that I can't remember
It's lost and it's late november
And I call and I call
But nobody answers
And I call and I call
But nobody hears
Everbody's calling and it dissappears
Drowned in the voices and the tears
Hidden from plain sight, but oh so real
And I call and I call
But nobody answers
And I call and I call
But nobody hears
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 11:24 AM UTC
hi
not a poem
just a quick note
to let the person
who suggested
a change to my poem
"tommorrow"
i am not being rude
just can't accsess
you advice via
my device
it just dissappears
have msg'd the
deveolper
but you may want to
send a message, message
in the interim
and thanks
for your interest
in my work
cheers
bd.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 7:24 PM UTC
Like silk the waves swallow me,
An endless abyss of silence.
Like a waterfall in the spring,
The water is crashing above me.
Like the sea water in my mouth,
My lungs burn for sweet air.
Like the soft glow of an ocean sunset,
My consciousness dissappears.
Like a tide falling,
I no longer exist.
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 10:29 PM UTC
I sometimes wonder if I can compare feelings.
Can I compare the power of when you find a song you love and dance to it 'till the sweat reaches your eyes to the power of the sadness when something you so much loved, dissappears and tears streak down your already glass rose cheeks?
Can I compare the pureness of a laugh to the pureness of a sigh?
Can I compare the "letting yourself be a little selfish" of being proud of yourself to "letting yourself be a little selfish" of letting yourself cry for no reason at all?
Can I compare the surprising relief of the moment right after I finish a poem to the surprising scare of the moment I caress my head just to see a handful of hair fall out?
Can I compare the strength of love to the strength of hate?
I think i can
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 5:52 PM UTC
Is it a dream
No..
You dissappears into the thin air
Or into the deep ocean
Yours alright is a free
Yours goodnight keeps me awake
Where are you
The sky is so high
The ocean is so furious
The clue is not obvious
The knowledge is there
The technology is everywhere
The tears have dried
But the hope is high
Where are you
The search continues
The prayers is endless
Mistery is the will
If silence is your choice
Let it be a history
And you will always be remembered
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 5:52 PM UTC
What don't I understand, little girl?
I've seen so much of the world
The pain is temporary, like the youth you used to have
What don't I see, my little girl?
I've heard so much about the world
The sorrow will disappear like the sun dissappears for the moon
What don't I feel, my precious child
I've been here for a while
I know you feel like feeling nothing
But that's how society makes us something
I know I won't be able to show
But eventually these feelings will go
He said to the gravestone
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 3:46 AM UTC
She is wonderfully fierce
As strong as a storm and as stubborn as the sea
She lives by self destruction
Injecting fire in her veins until there's nothing left to burn
She loves the rage, the anger and the rawness
She lives for pain and rebellion
Everything she touches dissappears
Everyone she loves will leave with a broken soul and more wisdom than before
Just a hand full of people can read the fond of her book
They still don't understand the words, but they manage to flip through the pages
She's entirely made of clouds
Unpredictable and impossible to catch
She's a talkative listener with her heart on her sleeve
She's me
Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 9:29 AM UTC