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ThePoet Sep 2015
I took a step
back, and I
watched as
you cried,
because if I
took a step
forth, I would
have watched
as you died.
--nika Sep 2016
distance,
pain,
silence,
i just want you to know,
that even if
i seem like i’m gone,
i won’t ever
leave you behind.
i've been missing you but i don't know how to tell you
Jordan Rowan Feb 2016
I'm on the final trail
Ever since I awoke
Since my mind turned on
I'm destined for cosmic smoke
There's a distance covered
But it took my whole life
I don't know what's left
But I hope I do it right

It's like a winter storm
That doesn't know how to end
It sweeps up some
And never comes back again
This distance here
Has taken me so long
But before I disappear
I'd like to sing you so-long

Send me whispers
From somewhere beyond my place
Maybe I'll understand
When I finally see your face
There's a distance between us
But it's getting closer now
No matter how long it takes
I've got to get there somehow
rai May 14
I get
sad because
you are                                      and I am
  over                                                over
  t­here                                              here

    when we should
     be together
by: anonymous
Jordan Rowan Dec 2015
I wanna know
About all the places you've been to
I love to see
The woman you've grown into
It's like a mystical thing
How the past is in your skin
All those years of wisdom
And how you learned to let them in

I've gotta place
And it sings like an angel for you
Don't run away
Before I get the chance to explore you
I've seen seven things
Some say they're wonders
But if I could give them a name
They'd be love all the same

Have you flown
To every corner of this starship?
Together or alone
Either way, you've seen your hardships
They're painted in dreams
And stains on your seams
But your dress is in bloom
And smells of sweet perfume

There's talking to do
And I can learn every little secret
If not for you
I'd be sleeping with no one to dream it
Like silhouettes in starlight
Dancing to the song
That we make with stories
Unearthed all night long
Salsa Mar 2014
Many people have asked
why I seem so empty
and I found myself arguing
about how that wasn't true.
Yet here I am,
reminiscing painted blue skies,
nostalgic, for back then
for us,
for you.

When mornings began with casual long walks
plaid skirts,
black coffee,
the daylight's warmth.
Arm in arm, against all odds
we had laughed
we had sung
we were wild, we were young.

I'll remain yearning for those Bambi brown eyes,
long chestnut hair,
darling little dents of delight.

Distant yet close
for I think of you always.

Wishing for time to fly
to when I can hold you in my arms
again.
To my best friend. I wish you were here.
LeoGreene Jul 2018
Never what you were,
my retina dulled your rays.
Optics adrift in poetry, prose,
charity shop sweaters.

I spoke of dreamed ambition.
You nodded, morose.
Eyes chasing space.
Never what you were.

Bookshelves, potted plants, a bicycle bell ringing.
Coffee steam clawing New Zealand winds.
This and more flickered in our hazed tethering,
only snuffed when the tap of illusion ran cold.
aj kamari Jul 2018
i can leave you alone.
i won't text you or call you.
i'll sit as far away as i can from you.
i will no longer tell others of how you're mine.
but the distance cannot stop my brain from recalling memories.
all the distance on the couch cannot stop my eyes from wandering to your messy hair or piercing green eyes.
it won't guard me from remembering your voice
or how in love with you i am.
a love as powerful as mine cannot be damaged by such a measly tool as the distance you want.
Phiness Guzman Sep 2014
i took one deep breath,
and exhaled you out.
for you are my favorite,
but you are toxic.


p.g.
you, my dear, are my cigarette. i love you, but you are slowly destroying me.
Jesse stillwater Aug 2018
Out here in the fields of the distance
whither the wind blows the silence further afield;
roughhewn footprints show a windswept pathway  
from whence feral feet lightly trod   

Only the passing whispers chase after the gypsy wind:
that the silence be in quire, placed aloft like a sigh,
pealing through the gentle sway of sweet grass' hush

There are no walls need echo an evanescent wind-song
as each breath of earthen psalm vanishes
lilting into the crystalline quietude colour;

The callused patience still held in these hands
is frayed and tattered, but hope heals stronger
than a ream of paper wings to fly away

And I'm mindful I'm not alone again, lost in
a lingering silent storm — pensively listening —
enraptured aneath all the big skies hold
 

                    Jesse Stillwater
Thank you for reading: Out here in the distance
Salsa Oct 2018
I've heard that distance makes the heart grow fonder;
but somehow it seems to me,
melancholy is the mislaid piece,
for the pangs in my chest
have only grown stronger.

We're 3000 miles apart,
on separate time zones and continents,
your absence from my eyes
captivates my consciousness.

Replaying our memories
in an infinite loop,
my mind plays its tricks
to remind me of you.

As if I could forget
that spellbinding time we spent,
on the days and nights
right after we met.
Missing Jordan.
ryn Aug 2015
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L B Sep 2016
Our houses, spitting-distance close
Feet propped on railing
cold beer with fresh lime
watching robins flung in flocks
to the failing of August

Too close-- Really?
John, on his cell
is fu_king the world again
from his garage
Why not-- squeeze in pool or a dog
Lawn mowers and **** whips tune in to whine
late Friday afternoon 'bout dinner time

Clinking silver, scrapes of plates
Running water for suds
through open windows to the thunk of pots
Doors bang behind on pathway to garbage
or joint in the woods
wafting over all
wordless squeals of delight from autistic child

Meanwhile, the odor of nail polish removes
all doubts of--
--Gawd!
lodging low and toxic
as the sun dissolves orange
in its acetone setting

Kids playing Man Hunt as darkness falls
Leaping hedges, slamming gates
No yards can contain these kinetics
restless legs, furtive minds

Muttering wind chimes
from four different porches
above the drone of highway
a half mile yawns

Pieces of talk
flipping the crickets
over--
Why or who or at what time?

Other-worldly glow from The Mall
dims stars
outlines mountains
brightens the horizon behind

Mosquitoes coming in for a landing
In "The Plot" section of Scranton, all the houses are really close.  Built by  poorer miners, mostly between 1920 and 1950,  it has an old residential feel to it-- nothing like today's sprawling suburbs.  Most of these homes had only four or five rooms, originally with "outdoor plumbing," if you know what I mean.

Oddly this is a very stable neighborhood, isolated somewhat by the Lackawanna River on three sides.  Gossip, of course runs rampant, but people look out for one another.
Yip Wayne Aug 2018
Two broken halves split by 4 seas
Two wanting hearts in each other's relief
What am I to be without you here with me?
Only with you do I ever feel so complete.

What held us bound are just 2 screens
Relaying our hearts' wishes for each other to see
My mind ponders over the distance between we,
Hoping that in your heart, you'll think of me
OV Jan 15
From a distance
I can feel your warmth
And overwhelming amounts of love
From down the block
I can feel your child-like happiness
Radiating as you wait to open the door
From not too far now
I can feel our damaged connection
And the mistakes
That chewed them up

But the scars have healed
And what we have is strong
But this love is the kind we share
From a distance
sometimes just being friends is worth it instead of runing the risk of losing a close friend
deep love
dives deeper
deep words we seek
each growing more distant
the nearer that we come
the less we need to speak
Cathyy Jan 2015
If you're the moon with your phases
Then I'm a star gazer, mesmerised by the view..
And if your 'ring of Saturn' falls out I'd go up there myself and find one more suited for you

And how does it feel to have a face that so many call home?..
Cause for three sleepless nights, this 'homeless girl' gave up everything just to write you a poem..

Oh I've been struggling,

I've been staring at the page for ages,
Trying to find the most honest way to say this..
See every time you touch my heart I feel it breaking
So I will never let you know..
But you are so beautiful, I can't take it

And no I won't stop believing
That everyone comes into your life for some kind of reason..
But I'm not using you to write, I'm using you as a source for breathing
though every time I see you I fall to pieces..
..But every piece is in awe with you
So would you collect them and adore me too?

Oh I just can't describe this..
If there was a metaphor you know I'd write it..
You make me lost for words but I won't stop trying,
In hope of finding new parts of you,
Oh you are so beautiful, I don't like it

Cause it ties knots in my stomach.
And then my heart beat drains out the city but I can't stop it..
Is this a horrible poem cause I'm just being honest..
And though adrenaline is supposed to keep me going,
Oh you are so beautiful I can't focus

So don't get too close for comfort
Cause I love you so much my heart hurts,
And it's a pain my heart could take
If you just stay and take the pain away

And your little smile could go to the end of the world,
And I'd whisper your name if it was the end of the world,
..And I have writers block so I don't know what rhymes with 'end of the world',
But don't let me go even when you're someone else's girl
Cause you'll still always be this loser's world :')

.. And if I'm a stargazer mesmerised by the view,
Then I hope every constellation will add up to you.
I had three days of writers block so I really don't think this is a good piece but it's still a poem isn't it.
NA Nov 2018
The lighthouse was planted with its roots
Close enough to the faint smell of the salty water
Yet, keeping a safe distance from the ocean’s vicious waves.
And much like the lighthouse,
Not even my shadow dares to
Dance past the line
Between the calming shore
And the mysterious sea.
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