goldenmyst
Poem Published
Today 5:45pm
Today 5:45pm
Baroque Evenings
Baroque Evenings
Under the turquoise sky
I remember your blush
As the poetry of your smile glowed
Where my love found home
Warmed by the love in your eyes
Like a nightingale song
Your timbre touched my soul
And your freedom became mine
On snowy boulevards
Where memories of you
Are scattered like cherry blossoms
Little hearts whose beauty
Lives on through the brushstrokes of an artist
Met by a brass ensemble of angels
At the gates of Katmandu heaven
Where lamas sing baritone chants
To welcome...
Under the turquoise sky
I remember your blush
As the poetry of your smile glowed
Where my love found home
Warmed by the love in your eyes
Like a nightingale song
Your timbre touched my soul
And your freedom became mine
On snowy boulevards
Where memories of you
Are scattered like cherry blossoms
Little hearts whose beauty
Lives on through the brushstrokes of an artist
Met by a brass ensemble of angels
At the gates of Katmandu heaven
Where lamas sing baritone chants
To welcome...
#love
#grief
#women
#marriage
#romantic
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PoetWarrior
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2022 4:27pm
3rd Oct 2022 4:27pm
before the "sea change": a reverie
(In memory of the 87+ Floridians, taken by Hurricane Ian.)
the ocean
speaks in the way
we somehow knew it would.
softly breathing
a thousand, million
blue syllables,
as if
all time began
when we learned
the words for sea and sky
and found
these infinite shades
of our
sea sweet dreamings.
each wave is
ready to swallow
this shared day
whole.
each wave will always be
part of another,
as are
we two.
...
the ocean
speaks in the way
we somehow knew it would.
softly breathing
a thousand, million
blue syllables,
as if
all time began
when we learned
the words for sea and sky
and found
these infinite shades
of our
sea sweet dreamings.
each wave is
ready to swallow
this shared day
whole.
each wave will always be
part of another,
as are
we two.
...
#grief
#dreams
#sea #storm
#sea #storm
49 reads
6 Comments
Wired6
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2022 12:38pm
3rd Oct 2022 12:38pm
Be On The Look-Out Of...
Honestly,Honestly,
I didn't know,I didn't know,
Who I was.
Since the age of 19,
I was with this man,my husband.
And at the age of 39,
I still didn't know,
Didn't know,
who I was.
It was only recently,
I was thinking of going it alone,
Cos
Mentally,
Emotionally,
Psychologically,
My husband had,
Total,
Total,
Control,
Control.
He never physically,
Never physically, ...
I didn't know,I didn't know,
Who I was.
Since the age of 19,
I was with this man,my husband.
And at the age of 39,
I still didn't know,
Didn't know,
who I was.
It was only recently,
I was thinking of going it alone,
Cos
Mentally,
Emotionally,
Psychologically,
My husband had,
Total,
Total,
Control,
Control.
He never physically,
Never physically, ...
#grief
#courage
#heartbroken
#choices
#SelfWorth
19 reads
4 Comments
AaHarvey
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2022 9:15pm
2nd Oct 2022 9:15pm
A collection of ‘Love is…’ Poetry - Coffin
Love is gone.
I am done.
Setting sun,
On One.
(C)2022 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
I am done.
Setting sun,
On One.
(C)2022 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
#love
#grief
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AaHarvey
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2022 11:45am
2nd Oct 2022 11:45am
Beautiful tears
Life has an expiration date.
Call it sad or call it fate.
It has to end and all fades away.
You can fight against it but you can’t evade.
Remember your dead for they are not here.
You have loved them now for years and years,
And when you next meet them you will once more be near.
Their ending was not the beginning of your tears.
You have already cried and you did not die.
They fade away but you hold their light.
Inside your heart is where you will find them.
They will be waiting for you at your bitter end.
...
Call it sad or call it fate.
It has to end and all fades away.
You can fight against it but you can’t evade.
Remember your dead for they are not here.
You have loved them now for years and years,
And when you next meet them you will once more be near.
Their ending was not the beginning of your tears.
You have already cried and you did not die.
They fade away but you hold their light.
Inside your heart is where you will find them.
They will be waiting for you at your bitter end.
...
#sadness
#grief
#death
#TruthOfLife
#LifeCycle
49 reads
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Her
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2022 5:12am
2nd Oct 2022 5:12am
Cemetary
The corpse of him
Packaged in a grave that’s slim
Resting his beautiful head
On his black coffins bed
His smile now gone
No more sighs in his yawn
My life now empty and dark
We both live in a land barren and stark
The tombstone bears his name
“He lived life as if it were a game”
I’ll never know why
His life with mine
Ended too soon
He now rests under the moon
And my heart has broken
Holding his portrait as a token
Of his love freely given to me
Needing the kiss I long to breathe
Remembering when he asked...
Packaged in a grave that’s slim
Resting his beautiful head
On his black coffins bed
His smile now gone
No more sighs in his yawn
My life now empty and dark
We both live in a land barren and stark
The tombstone bears his name
“He lived life as if it were a game”
I’ll never know why
His life with mine
Ended too soon
He now rests under the moon
And my heart has broken
Holding his portrait as a token
Of his love freely given to me
Needing the kiss I long to breathe
Remembering when he asked...
#grief
#boyfriend
#heartbroken
#death
#graveyard
46 reads
2 Comments
shad00n
Poem Published
1st Oct 2022 7:50pm
1st Oct 2022 7:50pm
Catharsis, an Ode to my Couch
I love you.
You were the first piece of furniture we bought for our own.
You are stuffed with dreams and hypotheticals; what-ifs and potentials.
You were for my reception. You were for writing songs & playing Minecraft.
You were for my Taki-dusted hands and my fast-growing cat.
You were for crying & sleeping on when the bed was too big and too cold.
I pictured you in McMinnville; I bought you for my first home.
For a room of guitars and ash trays and lava lamps and open chip-bags.
For candid conversations and hugs and drunken...
You were the first piece of furniture we bought for our own.
You are stuffed with dreams and hypotheticals; what-ifs and potentials.
You were for my reception. You were for writing songs & playing Minecraft.
You were for my Taki-dusted hands and my fast-growing cat.
You were for crying & sleeping on when the bed was too big and too cold.
I pictured you in McMinnville; I bought you for my first home.
For a room of guitars and ash trays and lava lamps and open chip-bags.
For candid conversations and hugs and drunken...
#grief
#LifeStruggles
#MovingOn #acceptance
#MovingOn #acceptance
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Wired6
Poem Published
1st Oct 2022 7:28pm
1st Oct 2022 7:28pm
R.I.P OLIVIA.
My Prayers go out 2 the Family and Friends of,
OLIVIA PRATT- KORBEL,the 9 year old,who was brutally murdered,in her home.
She was a Bright Light,that brought Sunshine 2 everyone in her Life.
She Will Never Be Forgotten.
She will always Be Remembered.
R.I.P BEAUTIFUL OLIVIA.
X
©Wired6. 30/9/2022.
OLIVIA PRATT- KORBEL,the 9 year old,who was brutally murdered,in her home.
She was a Bright Light,that brought Sunshine 2 everyone in her Life.
She Will Never Be Forgotten.
She will always Be Remembered.
R.I.P BEAUTIFUL OLIVIA.
X
©Wired6. 30/9/2022.
#love
#grief
#courage
#heartbroken
#TimeHeals
34 reads
3 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
1st Oct 2022 1:38pm
1st Oct 2022 1:38pm
the man who wanted to be an emperor
The man who wanted to be Emperor
He was (is) a great president of his country, the two
presidents before him had nearly destroyed the country
one for being naïve, the other for a hopeless drunk.
The state was nearly in a state of collapse, thanks
to the kleptocracy before he took charge.
Who was this man? From a lowly functionary, he had
the ability to know something about the many
who stood in his way, ruthless and energic, he rose
through the ranks and won the highest price.
The country thrived under his leadership and the people ...
He was (is) a great president of his country, the two
presidents before him had nearly destroyed the country
one for being naïve, the other for a hopeless drunk.
The state was nearly in a state of collapse, thanks
to the kleptocracy before he took charge.
Who was this man? From a lowly functionary, he had
the ability to know something about the many
who stood in his way, ruthless and energic, he rose
through the ranks and won the highest price.
The country thrived under his leadership and the people ...
#grief
#frustration
#greed
#emptiness
#fear
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Dreamboy
Poem Published
28th Sep 2022 3:54am
28th Sep 2022 3:54am
the first step
So tired of
waiting
for the
same
shit
and we both know
nothing
good
ever happens
Vacation-brained
lately
gotta
get the fuck
away
from my
hopes and dreams
that plague me
Irreversible misery lining the walls
of the fleshy prison
I lead on a string
attached to my dick
like that's ever got me
anything
oh my god
I'm past the point
of saving
I'm waking up
I'm born
I drown
and
I die
Looking up...
waiting
for the
same
shit
and we both know
nothing
good
ever happens
Vacation-brained
lately
gotta
get the fuck
away
from my
hopes and dreams
that plague me
Irreversible misery lining the walls
of the fleshy prison
I lead on a string
attached to my dick
like that's ever got me
anything
oh my god
I'm past the point
of saving
I'm waking up
I'm born
I drown
and
I die
Looking up...
#sadness
#grief
#dark
#heartbroken
#LifeStruggles
72 reads
3 Comments
DeathRattle89
Poem Published
27th Sep 2022 10:08pm
27th Sep 2022 10:08pm
Setlist from July 23rd with music
#anxiety
#depression
#grief
#death
#faith
70 reads
4 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
26th Sep 2022 2:29am
26th Sep 2022 2:29am
Coco
I haven't lived in the real world since you died
in my mind you're still alive
if I think I'll break into tears
so I don't think, don't feel
I just futurise our next encounter
which I know is never coming
but I hold onto anyway
because I miss you
and I can't accept that you're gone
© Indie Adams 2022
in my mind you're still alive
if I think I'll break into tears
so I don't think, don't feel
I just futurise our next encounter
which I know is never coming
but I hold onto anyway
because I miss you
and I can't accept that you're gone
© Indie Adams 2022
#love
#grief
#death #denial
#death #denial
74 reads
3 Comments
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