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N Feb 2020
There is such
loneliness in
my heart, and
it consumes me
each deathly night

Weeping I laid
and waited for
the tears to dry,
but they remained
on my face like
a wound that
won’t seem to heal
About last night.
Whisperer Feb 2020
Death will arrive tonight.
To claim the broken body that lays still.
Death will travel through the streets.
And when it reaches the door, it’ll gently knock.

Death will glance in the tub,
And see it’s reflection in between the blood streams.
And perhaps, death will slip on the blood that once flowed from the body’s wrist to the hardwood floor.
And perhaps, death will cradle the body as it weeps for all the strong ones that came before.
23Dreptate Dec 2019
These hiatus burgeons daily.
The air parches constantly.
The music we heard together is no more music.
The bread we broke together tastes
No more than bread.
All desolate, for your beauty died.
I saw your hands hold the glass
Waggled my heart stir with desideratum
A requisition I lost at the sight of your
Beauty that died.
Nada Syafira Nov 2019
The time has come,
we're on the other side,
around and around we're
back at one

The beginning has come,
the untold, unknown
hand in hand we're
never going down

The end has come,
the clock's ticking around
we're waiting,
waiting for the sun to go down.
Viji Vishwanath Nov 2019
Don’t weep at my grave...
  Am not there, at the grave....
      But there, with the love and care,
         who made me brave.

Am not there, in the shining stars...
  But will shine there,
      in the caring hearts.

Am there, with the challenges
  and unconditional love...
    As I never, allowed
        to give up while alive.

Don’t let your tears roll down..
As I ever, will be
    in the thousand smiles.

Don’t weep at my grave...
Am always there,
    as an inspiring wave.
Am not there at the grave
Enigmatic Oct 2019
In the boudoir of satan's play pen
Chain-smoking her pretty lies
You learn the art
In your veins
In your heart
You can not refrain, dancing with sins
Touching her slowly
Oh the pain, you can not contain
Out of reach, you weep
This is your defeat
Lilly F Sep 2019
my tears come in different colors
weeping in teal, the same color as your eyes
crying in violet, the same color that lies under my own
sobbing in pink, the same color of the blemishes on my face
whimpering in gray, the same color as the stressed hairs on my head
wallowing in gold, the same color I swore her heart was.
none of which are primary.

©L.F.
Colm Aug 2019
No weatherman warned me
About the downfall of you

About the pouring out of emotive soul
Which encompassed the morning

In a matter of seconds, falling
Like a haze of pensive dew

And now I cannot unseen the sight
Or the falling skies of you
When the rain falls inside, as well as out. This one's about a memory. But not at all about me.

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