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You yelled,
You pointed fingers,
You slap boxed a computer screen.

You broke things that aren't yours,
You challenged Truth,
Now you're a memory,
Yet another 404.
If you let your anger burn hot as possible, you'll run out of candle.
Lalit Kumar Feb 24
In the quiet moments when the night is deep,
When sorrow lingers, and the tears may seep,
Remember, love , your mom's embrace,
In the gentle breeze, in the warm sunlight's trace.

She walks beside you in every step you take,
A guardian angel, for your sake,
In the echoes of laughter, the memories shared,
Her love lives on, forever cared.

Your dreams, she'd say, pursue with might,
In every challenge, find your light,
For in your journey, she takes part,
A silent cheer, a beating heart.

Though words may falter, and emotions swell,
Her love's a story only your heart can tell,
She'd want you to live, to soar, to fly,
With each passing moment, reaching for the sky.

So when the days feel heavy, and the road seems long,
Remember her words, like a comforting song,
In your heart, she resides, a love so true,
Guiding, watching, forever with you.

Your dreams, her wish, a legacy to start,
Carry them proudly, let them fill your heart,
For in pursuing them, you'll find a part,
Of the love she left, an eternal art.
silvervi Feb 24
I wish I could sleep next to you right now
I miss how your body feels next to mine
I miss how you're holding me,
Putting your arms around,
And how you fall asleep faster than I.
:)
Kat M Feb 18
Gone your embrace–
Temporary; come again.
Grace me. Embrace me.
Linger in your thoughts and fade
Into each other. We are.
Feedback Welcome!
Jia En Feb 18
I guess I just miss you.
Never once did I actually
Think that I’d have to get used to
Not seeing your face daily;
Not being able to talk about
Whatever I needed out of my system; they say
That girls take too
Many pictures but obviously it isn’t true
Because there’s not a day
That passes without me
Wishing I’d taken more of you.
I’d do anything to be
Teleported back in time, into
Your arms. And even though
The height difference between us was so
Large, you were always the one
That had the bigger piece of my heart.
I hate us having to be apart.
I bet you’re tall now. It’s been
Far too
Long since I’ve last seen
You.
i wish you knew.
silvervi Feb 18
Without your arms
Sometimes I'm lonely ,
Without your lips
My lips get dry,
Without your eyes
I'm feeling cold.

Without your sighs,
Without your voice,
I just hear silent noise..

My thoughts are rebels
Without you,
My words feel meaningless
Because just yesterday
You have slept in my room
And now all that I see is
Emptiness and lack of you.
Allowing myself to miss him. ❤️
Laokos Feb 17
he's getting old now, but still young enough
to buy self-help books he’ll read
only to stay on the treadmill
next to the other suburbanauts.
uses a fortune cookie slip as a bookmark
that just says run.

he's getting old now, but still young enough
to think he "found" someone—
someone as boring as he is,
and they swore to her readymade god
"to have and to hold" each other's
credit card debt and tangled mess of neuroses
‘til death of one kind or another comes.

he’s getting old now, but still young enough
to pretend it’s not happening.
cleans the gutters. trims the lawn.
drags his boat to the river every summer
to drink beer and lie in the heat—
like the sun will burn the years off.

he’s getting old now, but still young enough
to break down in the grocery store,
somewhere between the potato chips
and the popcorn,
crying onto the linoleum,
wiping his nose on his sleeve—
a quiet little implosion
under fluorescent lights.

he’s getting old now, but still young enough
to think he’s missing something.
like a dog still searching for the ball
that was never thrown.
like a flickering motel sign that just says
no vacan, no vacan, no vacan

he’s getting old now, but still young enough
to feel like a frozen dinner in the microwave—
burnt to hell on the outside,
ice-cold in the middle.
Morgan Howard Feb 13
The silence is deafening.
How many days has it been?

I can almost make out the faint calls,
Of someone in the distance.

But just as quickly as they appear,
They vanish without a trace.

So, I sit against the wall,
Hugging my knees to my chest.

Scratches on the rough concrete behind me
Marking the depth of my agony

How long will I rot in this cage,
Before someone notices that I am missing?
ivan Feb 11
everyone had left you.
left you to die,
in knotted veins
oozing blood
among ***** chains

in the condition you’re in,
maybe its better to die.


that decease.


they left me.
did they, really?

teeth bite into the veins
but the blood didn’t spill anymore
i looked at you

it’s been years,
years of grief
if you keep silent,
how would people know?

did they really left you?

silent, but not violent.
to loose a mother


oh, to loose a mother
A starry candlelit flames a symphony
Whispering to me a pathway of infancy
By melody's choir of twinkling watchful sight
I wander aimlessly through the darkened night

The stars stitch a celestial array of majesty
Telling my emotions in this tale of travesty
Send me your salvation to heal my wounds
And allow the guides to influence my moons

The vast universe granted its strength to my soul
Now I must bid my farewell to this time, I know
Wishes I made ages ago has finally been granted
By empathic ones of sorrow and the abandoned

The distance between our joined bond
Awaits for me until my final breath's song
May the dust of angel's wings take my hand
And lead me in the gates of my lover's land

Separated by death's cruelty of fate
I received a letter of heavenly gates
It held the hopeful dreams of my dearest ones
Scattered petals upon the grave and succumbs

Touched by death's sharpened blade
I asked for your hand, have you stayed?
Tears streamed down as the sunlight spill
On promises long ago we could never fulfill

Come to me once more tell me when
Make me believe in you and your love again
I trust in your heart lead you back to me
Pity me, or leave me, in depth I now see

Above the expanse of the deep universe
Beneath the watchful eye of fate much worse
I will forever yearn for you in pages of a tome
No matter where you lay and find your home.
About reconnecting with lost love.
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