Precence poems on Hello Poetry

Rae Harrison May 2015

Day 1: Blithe
(bl-I-the); happy or joyous
"I'm sorry but I'm rather blithe right now. It was nice to meet you."
Day 7: Convivial
(kon-viv-ve-ul); friendly, lively, or enjoyable
"The room spikes from dull to absolutely convivial just from your precence, darling."
Day 15: Pulchritudinous
(puhl-kri-tood-n-uhs); extreme physical beauty
"You look absolutely pulchritudinous tonight."
Day 16: Love
(luhv); an intense feeling of deep affection
"I love you."
Day 30: Veridical
(vuh-rid-i-kuhl); truthful; veracious
"This isn't how it used to be, if i'm being completely veridical"
Day 45: Simulacrum
(sim-yuh-ley-crum); a slight, unreal, or superficial likeness
"You were just a simulacrum for real love!"
Day 49: Lugubrious
(luh-goo-bre-us); full of sorrow or sadness
"Will the lugubrious feelings ever stop?"
Day 50: goodbye
(good-bi); used to express good wishes when parting
"Goodbye..."

#love #heartbreak #word #goodbye #day #new #everyday

Muse Serenade Dec 2021

Old is Painful

Holding onto the old days that won't repeat
Excepting a magic to happen
But at the end everything goes downhill
Maybe letting go of the old memories doesn't hurt much.
But hoping those memories to repeat is a mere imagination
Because
Memories happen not created
You made me feel that remembering those doesn't hurt.
But here I'm siting alone for seeking your precence
while I stare at the sky filled with stars
Now moon is filling your company
Walking with me and hearing my rants and talks.

Will you come and be with me again. I will take good care of you.

#oldispailful #missingyou #lovingyou #love #friend

Tiffanie Noel Doro Feb 2014

A Warrior

Just where have those bullet proof arms gone?
The ones that held the back of my head as it rested on your chest and wrapped around my back
with my body partially spread across yours
The arms my memory will always chase through the imprints of your vibrant precence
Never neglecting to reflect on the smile-
The eyes that were filled with such strength
Bravery I could never explain

A diligently beating heart
against an army of thieves
Gone in a winter’s night-
With the stars we dare to adore

too soon for words
too late for thought
Reflections of the good fill us now and forever will

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro

A poem I wrote in the reflection of someone who lost a significant other to cancer.

Joe Cole Jan 2014

Flowers Always Forgive

Forgiveness is the heady scented perfume from a flower when you crush her under foot
She knows you didn't mean it, she knows you didnt look

A few short hours ago she was there
Felt her precence there, smelt her perfume so sweet
Her sweetness had filled the air
She had made an entrance
Her presence was revealed

She's now battered bent and torn
But her memory still lingers on
As her bright colours start to fade
Her sweet perfume still fills the sunlit glade

Although she's long dead now and gone
She has also stayed alive
Because the seeds she had inside
Were scattered far and wide

Next spring she will again appear
To the delight of hummingbird and woodland bee
To stand in her full glory, for all the world to see

Marie Jun 2019

Flame Tree

Even you're seems a fiery giant,
I couldn't resist myself to come near you.
Even your precence just scorching during summer,
But still your beauty capture my heart everyday.

Yesterday, I look for something beautiful,
I look for something magical and enchanting.
But when my eyes sees you standing in the corner,
The feeling of love arise in my body.

Your spectacular color is magnificent,
You provides welcome shade in a warm climate.
Your red stems of the bloom clusters command attention,
By that, You attract me more and more.

Summer season will ended too soon,
I'll surely miss, your famous scarlet petals.
I'll surely miss to hangout with you,
I promise to wait for your bloomming season again.

#flametree #nature #naturelover #summer #firetree

Shaylie Pryer Jan 2020

Nothing about us, without us

Nothing about us without us,
Always about us, you're without us.
Including the moments in history, that deserve our religious screams, our outrage and defiance,
The human rights that slip your systemic mind from time to time, because it comes with a billboard that has a painted letter of a capital D.
We own the crippled and crumpled pages,
Your oppression is our spark of history,
Flattering the pages and creating a novel,
a permenant marker of our precence.
Will you pick it up and understand?
We made our place in the palm of your hand,
This is about us, and without us you wont stand.

#disabilities #activism #peerwork #disabilitypride #pride

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