"remembrence" poems
Silicate, emotionless sedimentary,
Darling, it is cold, doesn't care wheter it breaks or if it is swept away in a stream, cut into small pieces by the sharp rush of flowing water,
While it may hold no emotions, it can be the bringer of hope, bliss, happiness, sadness but also spite and envy, or a simple fulfilment,
Look at the wedding-rings, their stones on top to embellish beauty such as the insurance to be with the other through thick and thin,
Some diamonds are rough, but they are stronger than stones, if that is enough, harder and almost unbreakable, sorted in line moliculary,
When the kiss of death puts us to rest, a tombstone is the sad, cruel remembrence of a former life, sprouting blossoming and blooming, before returning to the soil it once had found its origin, its beginning,
I will try to be your wishing one, your shooting star, racing through the glory of the starlit nightsky to catch a moment of your passion,
Burning up within the atmosphere of your warm embrace, dearest.
Drawn by your gravitational impact on me, I will be your comet, returning to you each day without burning away as rapid as a meteor.
Darling, alike a blazing Sun you make me melt.
~ Umi
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC
Such exquisite anesthetic the
notes that decree the seconds
Shall never more be known,
their remembrence like a flickering,
gentle soothing, yearning that
matches pleasure for sorrow
in such patient terms that each
moment stands, breathes and
steps slowly without a glance
t'ward another time when
unknown tears and smiles
shall crown more glimpses
of the relentless serenade
Apr 3, 2010
Apr 3, 2010 at 2:14 PM UTC
**Written by a failing hand, shaken by grief,
on a dark display board of time, perhaps distorted a bit
I 'll be just a remembrance, later, fighting an ongoing battle
with the hands of life that constantly erase,
marked as a doleful couplet, not easily forgotten,
a sad verse that forces one to contemplate
before falling in to sleep night after night
threatened by many unsettling thoughts.
A seed carried along, by the spirit of my ancestors
from a purple dawn, in distant past
an unbroken chain in DNA strand,
which dad with a smile tied within me,
love, dreams, chants for peace, unfailing silver light
love for an immortal tune that always rings in my psyche,
a primordial sound that creates reverberations.
I am a memory my sons commune within loneliness
on a day in future and looks out through
the window, to hear the wind hum along
in an unknown land, a flash of light
that helps to move through coagulated darkness,
look! there appear few drops of tears
on the corners of those eyes.**
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 1:01 PM UTC
A smile, it's forced.
My mind, it's torn.
My body and soul, divorced.
Every emotion I have is worn.
Out of time, out of breath.
I don't care, I have nothing left.
Lies, addiction, nothing real.
Choking, failing, I've lost to theft.
I'm numb, no remembrence of what it's like to feel.
Is there any way to recover?
My heart is shattered.
I've lost any chance at a lover.
I quit!, I give up!, fallen bruised and battered.....
Oct 7, 2010
Oct 7, 2010 at 2:39 PM UTC