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Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: absence, angst, love,

Twilight Aurora

like an interrupted dream shadows of the one who inspired it linger like morning dew no aroma and no taste yet I'm left breathless as thoughts reminisce i listen to this tired heart as one deep breath results in a thousand sighs and i don't want to be found but yearn to understand why i feel like a million crumpled stars, silently sprinkled like paint drops protecting the moon feeling like glue holding the universe together and who am I to disturb it? her beauty a merited gift her departure unnecessary her lips without speaking could rewrite history and I wonder can she hear these sighs? her call is the one I want to answer for eternity to speak until no words remain give until there is nothing defeat to her submission is life's greatest victory twilight aurora night flower of this heart like a rainbow your presence brightened the horizons but just like the stars you disappeared with daylight
Silent One Simple Musings 15 July 2017 I'm back! Contrary to idle gossip and rumours, my account was not banned nor deleted I left for personal reasons. They say never go back, but I felt the need to return to support my friends and new poets. I know there is some negativity on this site, but it has so much potential Anne Frank once said "In spite of everything, I still believe people are really good at heart." and I know some went to the extreme liberties of writing poem about me, but what I do not understand is the obsession with it after I left Hide behind metaphors, I hope it makes you happy and write as much as you like, because it does not bother me, in fact it makes me laugh and I already forgive you. We are supposed to be adults, if you have a problem, then discuss itThis is not high schoolIt is a poetry site, a community and one that together everyone can make a great place.


Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: absence, allusion, color, dance, depression, lost love, winter,

Like Ice --- THE WALTZ

"Black Ice"

Sorrow flows from the first sunrise 
Eyes deeper than winter and rainfall
A painful combination never felt before 
At core death awaits
   - laughing while she begs for clemency!
In her eyes, fault is found in every sunset
   - after coming down from cloud nine.
Impossible to move --- her body stiffen
That very moment, A precious Waltz - Expired!
Coldplay and winter mist set in 
Ruins of love clinch an endless echo 
  - taunting the very merry memory.
The auditory sensation of broken trust 
   - stride across the way.
Icing every thought in a sullen, cold rink
She fell - She crumbled 
  - In a world where hope once existed 

Today, she will sway alone without a lullaby
In a room with no warmth 
One time a sweet symphony, now a sour moon 
 At last, a different tune begins to fiddle
As she grooms the icicles in her room.
On every mid-moon, she stares and stares
  towards the old shriveled lipstick on his pillow 
Unseen coldness, unsatisfied, incomplete tears
She can feel the complete braille of hate 
--- cascade around the emptiness

Throughout her poise frostbite travels in
Midnight Summer dreams are near an end
Autumn bones covered by winter sleet 
A deadly force condemns all because of one 

Lost years crumbled like an avalanche 
Way deep down inside......
She paints the rain like no other heartache
Leaving winter residue behind every step
"Black Ice" sits close to the cold canvas on her pale

If you seek closely, she is there 
Immobilized in a waltz, in a waltz, in a waltz

Never to linger or trust 
The "HE" that spoke of love, then melted away

~*~


Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: absence, angst, lost love, love hurts,

No thunder without lightning

Lightning rarely strikes without thunder,
causing havoc in gloomy skies.
Humans can't control their plunder,
seeking shelter until the storm dies.

Once, I was your prince - full of charm
and you my willing Cinderella.
Kept you safe from storms that could harm,
just like a human umbrella.

We danced from spring until the fall
and laughed so much, until you cried.
Now here I stand, trying to recall,
that exact moment the music died.

Those eyes of soft chocolate brown,
gleamed with your sweet tender smile.
Now all you seem to do is frown,
and even a glance seems like a trial.

Its been such a long time
since my kiss made those lips quiver,
and my hands didn't commit a crime,
but now my touch makes you shiver.

To unlock those sad songs in your mind,
I couldn't sing the correct lyrics.
Still the right words, I struggle to find
as I love you, doesn't raise your spirits.

As our love begins to rot,
regret plants seeds of discontent.
Yet my love remains, but yours does not,
as you lose yourself in malcontent.

How ironic as you walk away,
the radio plays our special song.
I don't have the strength to make you stay,
after all, it would only be wrong.

Your ghost will linger in the gust
with memories that wish to remain.
When bridges burn, ashes turn to dust,
its difficult to erase this pain.

Silent One
Simple Musings
21 August 2017



Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: absence, i miss you, lost love,

Silent Goodbye

I forgot myself today
as melancholic melodies 
overwhelm each beat
of my wandering heart.

The sanctimonious sun deceives
as a bitter breeze breathes
against sullen silent surfaces.

Recycled emotions penetrate
with a repetition of deep sighs.
My spiritless soul strays, but is
happy to be lost in lyrical lament.

As the Nightingale chants its
continuous regretful resonance,
the tip of my tongue aches
to whisper your amorous name, but 
holds back knowing you can't hear.

Without your enchanted vision,
neglected eyes perish
Without your perfumed presence,
senses remain scentless.
Without your tender touch,
fragile petals won't blossom

As a cascade of sandcastle emotions
infiltrate stubborn sierra barriers.
Violent tears erupt,
demolishing hardened walls.
What used to be bitter breaths and 
spiteful sighs are now regretful cries.

Your silent goodbye still haunts
as the lips grieve for one last kiss.
I forgot myself today,
but have not forgotten your love.

The Silent One
Simple Musing
29 November 2017 
(Fiction)


Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: absence, lost love, sad,

No limit to how long we grieve

when you let go of my hand
you let go of my heart

as I stumbled and crumbled
life seemed to have paused
silent screams
raged inside

but I was just numb

heart beating in slow motion
life became strange

and

i thought it would make sense 
when the pain subsided
but there is no limit
to how long we grieve

and they say
don't let them in
those crazy thoughts
but they echoed and echoed
until i lost my mind
and its worse
when alone 
haunted by
profound whispers

and

all I wanted
was an angel
to find me
to not give up on me

but nothing

and now
ive lost all faith
in humanity

and 

still im alone
but now drifitng
to a place
i don't want to be

yearning for oxygen

and

no one can catch me

because
when you let go of my hand
you let go of my heart

Simple Musings
Silent One
15 September 2017


Poem Details | by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories: absence, love,

The Scent Of Your Soul

The scent of your soul a caramalized breeze of fruit odours reverbrating softly through my memory Throwing me right back in ninth grade where we sat side by side Your right arm reaching slightly for my back Your name resonates gently with my spirit as thoughts of you dwell in my mind Carrying me back to the shade of purple grape orchids in evergreen woods Our first kiss perched upon last autumn's twig still lingers in early morn's bone-china cup wafting its pungent aroma of dark roast coffee beans and so the smell of rubber tyres against the wind Such revoked moments of unknown danger and defiant fun Other moments of beauty and snow angels Of freedom and moonlights,sunrise and life I can still recall the days,months,and years till our footprints marked seperate paths Ah,those days,those last hours,How can I forget? Sweet as frosty vanilla and chocolate chips of an ice-cream parlour Melting as spongy marshmallows and honey syrup Fresh as the colour of every new dream which haunts me llike an alluring glance of almond-shaped eyes This afternoon,like other afternoons I walk to the library which knows the musky sweat of your palm upon my own That fragrance 's gone now,all that is left is the fading perfume of forgotten petals between old books and dust No one here except my silence ,and a rotten sliced apple vacuum packed,lacking its cinnamon and even its spice. Back home the mildewed strings of a guitar await my fingertips to play once more upon the worn out chords of my vacant heart What will I play,what will I sing,a song which isn't ours? Fermented wine I poured into a glass Yearning to taste its purple grape for what it was before all it was turned out bitter,acidic and sour I wondered about where you might be,distant or not as far Listening to my voice on once upon a record player Or Wishing on a star ?
A repost (written : 10/15/2014


Poem Details | by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories: absence, love,

In Purple Fields We Dance

 
Stay a little longer come closer to my heart Breathe dew breeze on my neck's nape do not yet depart Play for me bagpipe music Blindfold all my starving fears Let the dulcet tones of your voice give us back those harvest years Make of the citrus moon a ballroom Hold me firmly from both hands Lift me high to touch the star-sky Show me how young peasants dance Let my soothing fingers trail across your caloused sun -soaked skin In purple fields Come chase me in that place our souls have been Take me away with you where this world is out of sight Where unspoken thoughts and heartbeats are enough to blaze the night


Poem Details | by Nina Parmenter |
Categories: absence, beautiful, lonely, longing, lost love, sad,

Strangely Beautiful

If moonbeams’ fickle shadow-plays collude
with tousled sheets to take the shape of you,
And silent sighing pillow-tops exude
your scent, how do I see the night-time through?
If longing breezes rat-tat on my glass,
Curled soft into the likeness of your hand,
And floorboards moan, as if to feel you pass,
How can I wake each day? How can I stand?
If crowds contrive to conjure up your face,
And, mesmerised by yearning, I collide
with echoes of your breath at every pace,
How can I walk? How can I step outside?
And yet, because you built this purgatory,
Its walls are strangely beautiful to me.


31 December 18
For Beautiful Sadness Contest
Hosted by John Hamilton


Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: absence, care, child, dad, desire, father, father daughter, fathers day,

LONGING FOR FATHER'S LOVE

I am not a father
Nor I am a mother
I am just a daughter
That is growing better...

Father, you have been away
I truly wish you have stayed
Hugging me as I lay
I don't need much penny...

All I have been missing is you my daddy
Your love and your real company...

Look, how I am now
I pursued my little vow
Hoping always, You'll be proud
It's alright if you'll not be loud...

All I want is for us to bond...

Yes, I am neither a kid nor a child
Ever anymore
But still, there is that longing
I cannot deny...

I miss you much, daddy...

(c) 

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NOTE: I REALLY MISS A FATHER'S LOVE..


Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: absence, lost love, love hurts,

I'm just a man

You sat there crying with tears rolling down you face Asked me why I didn’t show you any compassion All I could say was that: ‘I’m just a man’ I should have wiped away your tears and held you tight Told you I loved you and everything will be all right Yet, I showed no emotion, because ‘I’m just a man’ All the answers to your questions, I couldn’t find I was impatient, because ‘I’m just a man’ All those times you would scream and shout went unnoticed I thought you would calm down after the silence I never meant to hurt you, but ‘I’m just a man’ I can still remember the day you said goodbye I was so confident you would come running back I wish I wasn’t so arrogant, but ‘I’m just a man’ I saw you walking the other day with another guy I can’t help but be jealous, because ‘I’m just a man’ I saw you smile and you seemed so happy Finally, you met someone who understood you Who will show you compassion and hold you tight You deserve a real man, not someone still a boy But how could I understand, when I don’t understand myself I was an unloved child who lost his childhood Nobody taught me how to become a man Nobody told me the difference between right and wrong Nobody taught me how to love and care for another School didn’t teach me anything about life Now here I am again all alone, dealing with the ghost of the past Even though you don’t think so, I did love you deeply Guess I didn’t say it enough, because ‘I’m just a boy I hope you have forgiven me for the times I hurt you Because ‘I’m not a man’, ‘I’m just a boy’ The Silent One Simple Musing Originally posted 9 September 2015


Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: absence, lost love, love hurts,

Just another day without you

An abundance of fragrant florets constant reminder of regrets Although they consume the misty air they seem stale, because you're not there Your absence has left a hollow void Ghosts haunt turning the mind paranoid. Just another day without you Oh my love if only you knew How the guitar still strums your song One more day alone seems so wrong The hands of time are no friends of mine Growing old, should have been our shrine In your world full of confusion Life can be full of delusion My love for you still remains supreme Our reunion is my last dream Just another day without you Oh my love if only you knew how the guitar still strums your song One more day alone seems so wrong The heart craves to hear your sweet voice but your departure has left no choice Now only silence is what I hear Life has no sound without you near. Only the room vibrating with cries Won't you save me from this demise Come before this dancer's heart dies Bless me with one last sight of your eyes Just another day without you Oh my love if only you knew how the guitar still strums your song One more day alone seems so wrong Still that guy who made your heart go 'wow' Don't say its that final curtain bow Senorita don't forget our vow My beloved come back to me now Just another day without you Oh my love if only you knew how the guitar still strums your song One more day alone seems so wrong The Silent One Simple Musing 3 November 2017


Poem Details | by Tobey Hill |
Categories: absence, beauty, love,

Gone, But Not Forgotten

Great sun, your day is drawing to a marvelous close.
The horizon seems ablaze as you slowly spill into the turning of night.
Tomorrow we shall see your return,
as you stir sleepy eyes and herald the dawn.
Your arrival brings forth the songbird's call.
Though for now, your departure delivers dreams as we wade into the ether
Knowing that you are gone, but not forgotten..

Beautiful stars, we gaze deeply into your brilliance.
The sheet of darkness dances around your perfect placements.
Wishes and wants whispered towards your travels across the silent sea.
Years and tears have you guided all towards that great shore.
As the chariot of morn arrives, for that brief moment of time
The shimmer of your shine is gone, but not forgotten...

Northern winds in your winter wear,
Whistling as you rush across the barren hills.
All have been held in slowness and slumber
You bring forth a trial of man and also the cries for the new.
As gray gives way, to the colors of tomorrow and the warmth of want.
A chapter closes for three, as your distance grows, gone but not forgotten...

For love is a treasure, one which knows no boundary.
Knows not of time, or of chains and constraints.
It is never ending...
We shall shed a thousand layers
We will hold to one another, even as this earthly realm draws apart.
Gone, but not forgotten....TAH


Poem Details | by Raul Moreno |
Categories: fantasy, love

In her Absence

Here I am once more...smoking 
..on the balcony of my dreams.
My heart’s beating gestures of love...pulsating,
...deserted in the darkness of lust.

Ardent thoughts conquer my mind, 
While puffing circles of smoke in the midnight air,
Slowly...the smoke dissipates into the dim heavens.

Blindly...I ponder the silence of darkness,
As I gaze sightlessly...holding her in my dreams
...with passionate...romantic strokes,
I’d softly caress her fears into oblivion,
Echoing my love...crumbling her walls of hurt.

A crimson sea...crashes onto my heart's shore.
Surging waves of yearning...ripple my flesh
Mists of love...lace this fervent urge, 
On a night...born from complete desolation.
...an endless craving...of savoring her salty taste.

She fades from my vivid dreams,
Like a puff of smoke in the midnight air.
While I helplessly sink...in the abyss of her absence.


Poem Details | by Akkina Downing |
Categories: absence, desire, home, longing, love,

Home Collaberation with Silent One

Standing in the heart of this city
in awe of spectacular lights illuminating tall buildings.
Millions of strangers rush to and fro.
Who would've thought I would be here of all places.

But here I am feeling misplaced
in a place where no one knows your name

I fasten the winter coat tight 
to keep my heart wrapped warm,
because this city of strangers is so cold.
People wandering like bad actors struggling 
to play their part with faces lacking expression.

Concrete towers seem to imprison me
in a place my soul does not belong.
I walk the same path monotonously,
wondering where it all went wrong.

But here I am feeling lost and alone
I'm smiling but only to keep the dancing tears at bay.

I can't be someone who I'm not,
nobody seems to appreciate that I'm misunderstood

And the dream that brought me here today,
now wants me to return home.

As my naked breath freezes in the air,
for a moment tired eyes close.
A smile sneaks through reminiscing Chamorro dreams.
Bathing under a blazing sun whose rays 
glow through clear azure skies.
Crystal sapphire seas invite my soul
to immerse in tranquil waves,
peacefully admiring pestrel and
shearwater birds soaring high above.

I can almost hear warblers chirping melodic songs 
of home, perched on a parade of paipai and coconut trees.
Scents of colourful plumeria and hibiscus petals 
draw my senses closer to my heart's province.

Old foot prints have now washed away.
How I long to walk on sands of my forefathers,
where loved ones await with open arms.

A major honor to collaborate with Silent One 

             12 January 2018


Poem Details | by Sabrina Niday Hansel |
Categories: absence, angst, cry, dad, death, depression, emotions, family, father, father daughter, fear, feelings, future, goodbye, grief, heart, heartbroken, heaven, how i feel, identity, leaving, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost, love, memory, miss you, missing you, pain, parents, poets, prayer, sad, sorrow, strength, stress, urdu,

I Need Your Help Daddy

I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here

I can’t get back in control of my emotions 
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy

I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help 

Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance 
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help







Poem Details | by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories: absence, blue, i love you,

Just One Touch Of Your Hand

Just one touch of your hand and I taste the late evening stars It would help me forget the last sound of poured rain yet it makes me remember those undying sparks Just one touch of your hand and I live once again in moonlit yesterdays I'd belong to that time When you came in my life Looked me straight in the eyes and rekindled old flames Just one touch of your hand and you're mine You're mine and mine alone You're the breeze on my cheek the smile in my sleep You're the feeling I feared yet a feeling I need all along You're the present and past You're the dew in the dust You're the moment,the memory You're mild passions once born An emotion's serenity. Just one touch of your hand makes this heart understand that the sun would never be gone Its never too late to reach heaven's gate To whisper I love yous as I place a blue rose on your marbled headstone
Just a note-Absence or death are not the end of love but only the beginning of a feeling that is deeper than love itself... And I have loved you more than love itself.. a fiction poem


Poem Details | by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories: absence, feelings, future, love,

There Will Never Be A Sunset Without Me Thinking Of You

There are long years to come ,and I know I would never lick fresh sweetness from the sugar of your lips Nor will I taste the salty tears of last goodbyes But my beloved... there will never be a sunset without me thinking of you I'll think of you with perpetual affection As I stroll by the river,I seek your reflection I touch you,I'd feel you through fragments of memories Memories of better times Of flowers and breeze,Vineyards and fields I touch you in memories that will never leave I see you,I see you with the eyes of a child born blind beyond the perception of shade and light I see you in the same way He sees his world, and lives each dream With a crazy sensation of intense hues above the spectrum of unrecognized blues And I love you, but how do I love you I love you with all that I was and all that I'll be I love you with my silence and solitude With my spirit's exhale,and all that is me I love you with the depth of where my heart resides Between what is real,faith,and where illusion abides I love you not with my flesh and bone But with a bleeding emotion that lives in my infinite soul


Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: absence, longing, love,

Reflection of a cherry blossom tree

Reflection of a cherry blossom tree, mirrored upon a calm river by pale moonlight. Its fragile buds falling with the light breeze, float away with the flow of tributaries. Just like memories that slowly slip away, time ticks calmly counting down the days. Innocently it stands with serene beauty as lovers gather to admire its peaceful nature. Many beloveds have shared a passionate kiss, while intoxicated by its seductive aroma. From Vietnam to Japan, to the shores across the pond, many a love story has began under fragile pink blossoms. Oh my beloved, how I long to embrace you beneath its glory, so our love story can be forever cherished. Under pale moonlight that glistens for you our lips will delicately touch for the first time. Cherry blossom buds shower our heads, as they shelter our love.
, The Silent One Originally written 3 October 2015 Posted 5 January 2018


Poem Details | by John Hamilton |
Categories: absence, change, love hurts, missing you, relationship,

Autumn's desires

Autumn's desires

Your amber-umber eyes, penetrate me
as saffron sun sets on faces, ashen
Your suspicious mind raves with jealousy
as pumpkin winds chill our summers passion
your love transitions to winter's fashion.

Fire and ice keep flowing through your bold veins
Wild imaginations portend cold rains.

I dream of your ruby-red crimson lips
my mind won't rest until you have returned
the  touches from your ginger fingertips
we can rebuild the bridges that have burned,
then, we will laugh at all the lessons learned

I think of your flowing cinnamon hair
mem'ries of our home, and you being there.

John Derek Hamilton
September 16,2017


Poem Details | by Nina Parmenter |
Categories: absence, love, miss you, missing, night, romantic love, sad,

Then I Wake

Skin like the morning, fresh with shimmering dew, Cheeks flushed with ecstasy’s playful hue, Under your soft gaze I quake, Sweetly poised to break, And then I Wake. There I lie, Joy fading to ache, Tears tracing the wish I make, Praying that the dawn might conjure you - Skin like the morning, fresh with shimmering dew
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Poem Details | by Faye Gibson |
Categories: absence, bereavement, death, farewell, heaven, lost love, tribute,

The Last Gold Leaf

The last gold leaf hangs on the bough;
summer is just a memory now.
You, too, have gone, my golden friend;
our summer days came to an end.

We said goodbye; our chapter closed.
How I will miss you no one knows.
On eagle wings you split the skies;
your spirit soaredYou had to fly.

My earthbound soul will bear its grief
severed from you on mortal reef;
but returning from yonder shore,
your love in waves will wash me o'er.

You've gone before, my trusted love;
I wait behind, your mourning dove;
yet, from across the great divide
your voice to me in dreams confides.

No, I think not that dreams they are;
but communion of the near with far.
On such sweet songs I stake my claim
to know and love you once again.

Copyright, 1987, Faye Gibson


Poem Details | by SKAT A |
Categories: absence, crush, cry, dedication, lost love, sad,

I'm So Jealous

~The One That Got Away~


Here I lay weeping

I sing a sad song to sleep 

Fire cracking bones

kicking, screaming, pulling hair

The moment, gone forever


~SKAT~


Poem Details | by Jay Loveless |
Categories: absence, angst, art, beautiful, best friend, boyfriend, care, caregiving, change, character, conflict, confusion, crazy, cry, dedication, depression, desire, devotion, dream, emotions, faith, family, fear, feelings, fire, first love, for him, forgiveness, friend, friendship, girlfriend, growth, happiness, happy, heart, heartbroken, heaven, hope, how i feel, husband, i love you,

Paranoid love

Tell me that this fear is just paranoia in my mind, 
we're not straining, we're not struggling, 
we're not sinking, we're just fine
I'm not perfect my dearest, but damn have I tried, 
and I'll try harder but I know I'll have the same results every time
Do you want me all the ways that I am? 
With all the struggles and the tears and the clinging to your hand
I fear your getting further and Im left on the shore to stand, 
watching you in the distance with a bullet in my hand
Tell me all this worry, its just clutter in my mind, 
tell me not to worry that we're doing just fine
Cause Im scared to run you off and I feel Im falling deep
And Im so frightened of these thoughts that its getting hard to sleep.
All I know is that the heart wants what it desires, 
because of you the match inside has turned into a fire
And I feel the broken glass thats sticking from my skin, 
Wondering if you'll remove the pain or push it back in
My hearts frantic wondering if you feel the same, 
pleading and begging for more than just a saying, 
but to feel and to see that im not alone, 
with being in this love thats overwhelming
Once I told you that we didnt have a spark, 
but you were lighting up and I was sitting in the dark
And this fire, this blaze its wrapped in desire
Im terrified to lose you, I think I might die or, 
maybe disappear from all the pieces falling out, 
im going crazy but when i open my mouth, nothing comes out, 
and I cant explain to you why I just need to hold you close, 
why every time you leave Im scared to let you go, 
why these tears are building up behind my eyes, 
all I know is that the heart wants what it desires 
and it desires to be your wife
So tell me in my panic, that your words are true, 
tell my my dearest what I mean to you, 
tell me that this paranoia is all within my mind 
we're not struggling, we're not sinking tell me we're just fine


Poem Details | by Kelly Deschler |
Categories: absence, beach, longing, lost love, romantic, sad love, sea,

We Will Never Know

The sky was orange, red and peach
we strolled towards each other
on a deserted pebbled beach
a smile that got us talking
together slowly walking
till twilight crept unseen
then off reluctantly
on a deserted pebbled beach
we went our separate ways
but first a promise made
next day to meet in the same place.

The sky now yellow, mauve and blue
I stroll alone by water's edge
on a deserted pebbled beach
searching for a voice
a smile just out of reach
your presence unseen
where the surf briefly meets
the shore, only to recede
two souls forever out of reach
on a deserted pebbled beach
where a promise was made
and would break along the waves

was love not meant to grow?
we will never know....






A collaboration by Paul Callus & Kelly Deschler




Poem Details | by Kelly Deschler |
Categories: absence, break up, loneliness, longing, lost love, miss you, sad love,

For Only A Moment

Did it have to last for only a moment,
our love withered before the flowers you sent,
white carnations, a pure love they meant,
a relationship so newfound and innocent.

Our love withered before the flowers you sent,
your early departure I could not prevent,
a relationship so newfound and innocent,
a memory lingers on like a sweet scent.

Your early departure I could not prevent,
white carnations, a pure love they meant,
a memory lingers on like a sweet scent,
did it have to last for only a moment.




Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: absence, dedication, life, love, relationship, romance, success,

I LOVE YOU EVEN IN FAR OFF PLACE

I LOVE YOU EVEN IN FAR OFF PLACE Fever of love cartwheel snaillike but where are you? Round six o'clock noon, sunken is the moon gazing behind deep orange-aubergine feather skies, its shadowy light floods the shivering sea, I, standing still amidst the tickling water, my teary eyes softly wander upon endless horizon, my hypothermic skin long for the kisses puffed by you. Barefooted, I amble along the silky sands seagulls fingers rushing to caress my feet but droplets of August rain run fast above my head. The crisp wind wafts whispering something in my ear t'was the songs we sang second week of February honeysuckle times gone but still my celcius sprint. Softly, I tread back to memoirs playing a chemistry where there catena of reactions descry revealing we... Cleansed from river tears, blessed by suns of home, my heart didn't surrender in wanting your presence soon. Crossing limitless borders where our lamp is trust, the choice to continue gleams in the name of freedom, as we daily counteract two strategic villains: the odd times and the eight thousand miles distance. Yes, afar but this NOT THE BARRIERUs baring our souls. Us stepping onward, offering ourselves, to attain one goal. I listened close to your voice as we talk by phone My oh my, your tone, your giggle magnify my thoughts! but this not enough 'cause I yearn to hold you most. I want to ask: what is it that's not in my heart that fate acted so long in keeping us apart? Perhaps..Ah perhaps! This must be for us to rightly spell the language of love... The long distance vanguished, frozen fears diminished, sapphire eyes cushioned by cherry color skin sings as he stares whole from rosy chocolate coated cutis to eyes touching tears, directly screaming: "I love you..." __________________________________________________________ EPIC ---ONLY - Poetry Contest Sponsor Name -- SKAT A ~7th Place~ Olive Eloisa Guillermo 10:59am, July 24, 2015


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: absence, art, beauty, birthday, blue, love, wisdom,

The Little One is Three

I see his smiles
His sisters laughter in the breeze
I confess a cold heart, warmed

When though will I be free?
From the pain of long ago years
From tears that soaked my humanity away
	I love you all
if only I could stay
   	Life seems so trivial

so when I float away
	who will

Blow out the candles
	as cake and happiness are eaten away

		ahhhhh
	
We never met
You and I

	An war or crime or crippled thoughts
	Shall never stop
	The celebration of birthday dreams
	Friendships never lost


The wishing well is full
Illuminated by an intrinsic brightness



Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: absence, allegory, beautiful, blue, creation, dark, inspirational, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, love, miss you, rose, sad love,

You Know I Love You

Winds may howl,
Wild animals growl,
The forest grows cold, 
For I am lonesome and old
As the sun peaks through the clouds, 
I hear your soft, young voice so loud!
And though you speak dead man's lines,
You speak them with majesty divine
As I am wrapped in  my woe,
I only want you to know...
...that roses die black and violets lose blue,
But I will never die
And you know I love you!


Poem Details | by Sheri Fresonke Harper |
Categories: absence, adventure, dream, fun, growing up, love, success,

Both Sides for Me

The look of pity on the saleswoman's face said it all
my paint spattered clothing, however the jeans fit
just didn't have that panache, chic pizazz, tongue hanging
inspiration for desire a young woman out to have.

The car dealer took one look at me, led me to the far
corner of the lot, showed me the used hot rods
the beater four doors, the budget cutters like I'd rode
but I wanted glossy black, silver hood ornament, brand new.

Paint is supposed to sit on top of your nails, but underneath
is advantageous when compared to oil, to muck, to dirty guts
so I was a step on the ladder of the working man, 
I could even afford to buy hose, which I still don't wear.

There's something to be said for the over glasses, safety 
glasses look, white paper coat, something comical 
one supposes, but the purple overalls worn for skiing
which suddenly I could afford, made me my nephews joke.

At times I waited for a date who preferred the bar
called and said maybe later, because passion rumbled
between us when we kissed but I didn't want a flit,
disease, broken promise, I wanted to be embraced

Cozy now, body motion are promises and content
passion is beyond me, the bar on the patio in back
the hand I always hold a missing app that answers
more lonely than any mistaken wish that he'd be the one.

Stars, too, I climbed to them in my dream, climbed
the Space Needle and found my self with no safety net
I always avoided those climbs the dreams more nightmare
even though I do what I am told, to reach, to soar.

Sometimes now I wear black on gold dresses which fit
to the nth inch, so I can barely sit, hold champagne
to watch golden bubbles float against the elegant
white linen against starry night event, that's rich, success.

Dump it gladly for a romp on the beach, the missing
something like threads through a woven maze,
like an angel's hopeWhen I dump it all and seek
there's grace lying on the shores between the rocks

a pooled place where deer come to lick minerals,
boulders come unglued and sail down river
and think, maybe I could do thatMaybe I could
unglue all the expectations and rearrange the world.


Poem Details | by Neethu Roy |
Categories: absence, angst, best friend, change, courage, destiny, emotions, farewell, love,

Heart Washed Ashore

Heart Washed Ashore “The sun of my reason has set My thoughts have set sail and My heart was washed ashore last night. Take me to the bottom of the ocean There, I will build you a sandcastle.” I asked you to bring me something from your memories. You brought me all the stars in the Universe; You brought me their gleam, their glimmer. And I, I stood there consumed by their warmth. In that moment, I realized that you will always love me more. I waited for the dewdrop to come home; But you painted for me dark blue skies and thunder. The clouds brought me to you and I stayed; I stayed Because there was no part of me that hadn't felt the rain. In that moment, I realized you were my comfort; my ease. I stretched out my hand to touch that petal. And you flooded me with peaches and flowers, You made me believe in Orange trees and destinies; I watched our euphoria take over my dreams. In that moment, I realized that you were my escape. I let myself fall asleep on your lap and heard our time tick away I guessed correctly then, that Time would be our antagonist. And I must say, she played it quite well. I couldn’t feel the scent of your laughter anymore. In that moment, I realized that I had already lost you. I'm sorry I let my mind strike those words out; I hadn't realized that they were stories from another world; I hadn't realized that I was erasing your dream. I'm sorry I didn't even feel the heat of your fire; I was so consumed in mine Think of happy places, happy people; they said. But in all my thoughts, I saw myself with you You are my happinessThe period I refused to place. You are the ink-spot that refused to wash off Come be my snowfall again; I promise I won’t hurt the flakes Our yesterdays were so beautifulOh yes, they were! They've held most of our smiles and best of our memories. Frightened at the sight of our dreams coming true I don't want our tomorrows to meet. So hold my hand one last time and wish me a Good Life. Let our destinies lay buried under the shade of our Orange Tree.
18 October 2016 Words Drowned In Tears Poetry Contest