Lagertha
Legertha
Legertha
Poem Published
Today 11:19am
Today 11:19am
Brotherly Love
#grief
#dark
#confusion
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Mayumi
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:47pm
Yesterday 3:47pm
Reality
Like shards of glass
Into these hands
I hold your memories
Deep unto my core
Precious pieces of your whole
That compliments my delicate and pure
Yet. . .
The more i cling unto it
The more i come near
My very death
For you are the same person
Interchanging love and life
with a hate and death
(C)mai01.22.20
Into these hands
I hold your memories
Deep unto my core
Precious pieces of your whole
That compliments my delicate and pure
Yet. . .
The more i cling unto it
The more i come near
My very death
For you are the same person
Interchanging love and life
with a hate and death
(C)mai01.22.20
#regret
#grief
#heartbroken
#despair
#emptiness
22 reads
7 Comments
Benzy_420
Poem Published
21st Jan 2020 8:23pm
21st Jan 2020 8:23pm
Day by Day
Another morning without you
A soul removed, a void to fill
It seems like 'time heals' is just another lie
I was told to stay strong
Keep my head up
You'll be okay
I find that more and more unlikely, day by day
I still turn to ask you things
I make you cups of tea
I roll a fag and place it where you're sitting next to me
You're coming back
I don't know when or how
But you, gone forever?
I find that more and more unlikely, day by day
You didn't show up yesterday
You weren't here in the morning
I'll wait...
A soul removed, a void to fill
It seems like 'time heals' is just another lie
I was told to stay strong
Keep my head up
You'll be okay
I find that more and more unlikely, day by day
I still turn to ask you things
I make you cups of tea
I roll a fag and place it where you're sitting next to me
You're coming back
I don't know when or how
But you, gone forever?
I find that more and more unlikely, day by day
You didn't show up yesterday
You weren't here in the morning
I'll wait...
#grief
#strength
#courage
#TimeHeals
#denial
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Oliviahoney
Poem Published
21st Jan 2020 00:10am
21st Jan 2020 00:10am
The death of a dream
The key to unlocking me was buried long ago, interred in the ground with my heart.
The once exuberant, vibrant, giggling girl is replaced with ashes.
Speak softly, walk lightly, you will never be noticed.
I traipse through life never feeling, feeling everything.
Looking through eyes with blinders, scared to see what is looking back at me.
Soul corrupted and crippled, hidden behind a façade of indifference.
Always running from someone or something,
Never really escaping anything because you are running from yourself. ...
The once exuberant, vibrant, giggling girl is replaced with ashes.
Speak softly, walk lightly, you will never be noticed.
I traipse through life never feeling, feeling everything.
Looking through eyes with blinders, scared to see what is looking back at me.
Soul corrupted and crippled, hidden behind a façade of indifference.
Always running from someone or something,
Never really escaping anything because you are running from yourself. ...
#grief
#heartbroken
#despair #emptiness
#despair #emptiness
34 reads
3 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
20th Jan 2020 4:15pm
20th Jan 2020 4:15pm
RIP B
i just heard about his passing
not yet thirty
i don’t know if the tears
are for myself
or for his family
who must be devastated
he was a good friend to my son
often at our house
for video games and pizza
polite intelligent
and witty
always kind
when my son died
not yet twenty
B got a tattoo
on his forearm
in tribute
they laughed together
at the same jokes
played together
at the same games
sang together
at the same concerts ...
not yet thirty
i don’t know if the tears
are for myself
or for his family
who must be devastated
he was a good friend to my son
often at our house
for video games and pizza
polite intelligent
and witty
always kind
when my son died
not yet twenty
B got a tattoo
on his forearm
in tribute
they laughed together
at the same jokes
played together
at the same games
sang together
at the same concerts ...
#sadness
#grief
#dark #gratitude
#dark #gratitude
18 reads
nickbar
Nick Bartek
Nick Bartek
Poem Published
20th Jan 2020 4:29am
20th Jan 2020 4:29am
The Astral Projects
Chemicals to awake
Chemical to sleep
For bones disintegrating
And the moments in between
I don't want the stimulants insomnia anymore
Just need it to suppress this undying void in my stomach
As I watch the another suicide in slow motion
An empath too close
Cancer crawling up my throat
To scream it's last cell for you
A choking black mass of unsaid words
Death resents my infidelity
With its long winded torture and crippling seasons
Our time together a sedan kissing an oak tree at a hundred miles per hour
A tragic, violent...
Chemical to sleep
For bones disintegrating
And the moments in between
I don't want the stimulants insomnia anymore
Just need it to suppress this undying void in my stomach
As I watch the another suicide in slow motion
An empath too close
Cancer crawling up my throat
To scream it's last cell for you
A choking black mass of unsaid words
Death resents my infidelity
With its long winded torture and crippling seasons
Our time together a sedan kissing an oak tree at a hundred miles per hour
A tragic, violent...
#love
#depression
#grief
#memories
#nostalgia
35 reads
3 Comments
RByron418
Poem Published
18th Jan 2020 3:33am
18th Jan 2020 3:33am
grotesque
her love is a shadow of my own.
It only cloaks any light she can spare -
blown off, cast aside,
erased away,
i slowly lose what she can never replace.
I succumb to a thinner substance,
she complains about
the noise my heart makes while
i bleed out, worshipping at her feet.
I'll fake anything for a glance,
or a touch, a single breath
stolen in passing, a soft rape,
a needle to the base of the brain.
Whatever the state,
it 's pure Beauty to me -
a blinding light that only illuminates
my...
It only cloaks any light she can spare -
blown off, cast aside,
erased away,
i slowly lose what she can never replace.
I succumb to a thinner substance,
she complains about
the noise my heart makes while
i bleed out, worshipping at her feet.
I'll fake anything for a glance,
or a touch, a single breath
stolen in passing, a soft rape,
a needle to the base of the brain.
Whatever the state,
it 's pure Beauty to me -
a blinding light that only illuminates
my...
#depression
#grief
#MentalHealth
25 reads
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thinlane
Poem Published
17th Jan 2020 4:44pm
17th Jan 2020 4:44pm
R.I.P.
On January 7th a shadow fell over me
And the thunder that had rolled throughout my years
Fell silent forever
A kind of grief stole over me
Foolish grief I might say
Not knowing the man who had made that thunder roll
But grief nonetheless
In the end I find a kind of melancholy has settled in
Sad that I will never hear him play anything new ever again
Yet thankful for the music left behind
The soundtrack of my life
To use a tired cliche
Yet the truth nonetheless
If there is a heaven it is rocking louder tonight
Since a giant...
And the thunder that had rolled throughout my years
Fell silent forever
A kind of grief stole over me
Foolish grief I might say
Not knowing the man who had made that thunder roll
But grief nonetheless
In the end I find a kind of melancholy has settled in
Sad that I will never hear him play anything new ever again
Yet thankful for the music left behind
The soundtrack of my life
To use a tired cliche
Yet the truth nonetheless
If there is a heaven it is rocking louder tonight
Since a giant...
#sadness
#grief
19 reads
0 Comments
Hiraeth
Poem Published
17th Jan 2020 5:38am
17th Jan 2020 5:38am
I Sold My Soul To The Devil.
#hate
#grief
#loneliness
#despair
#emptiness
58 reads
1 Comment
solanaceae
Poem Published
17th Jan 2020 1:02am
17th Jan 2020 1:02am
Waiting
She's always preparing
for the worst;
even now, in-between the
calm and the storm.
Yet with unflinching eyes,
she sits quietly,
taking it all in.
Like a cold morning
on the porch with
her coffee.
To her, grief is
a planned process.
Something tangible.
If she can take
enough notes,
and do her research,
she can handle it.
And death,
she knows him.
He's an old friend,
sitting in the corner
of the room as
we speak.
But for this,
she couldn't prepare. ...
for the worst;
even now, in-between the
calm and the storm.
Yet with unflinching eyes,
she sits quietly,
taking it all in.
Like a cold morning
on the porch with
her coffee.
To her, grief is
a planned process.
Something tangible.
If she can take
enough notes,
and do her research,
she can handle it.
And death,
she knows him.
He's an old friend,
sitting in the corner
of the room as
we speak.
But for this,
she couldn't prepare. ...
#sadness
#grief
#strength
#family
#death
59 reads
6 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
16th Jan 2020 9:43pm
16th Jan 2020 9:43pm
Amidst Grief & smoke signals
I gathered the stones to reflect and return
heat from our fires, burning
stoked the hearth on the open plain
with wooded kindness, love and learn
of how much I didn’t say when should i
have said more in Your presence
now You and I commune in a different
type of essence
***********
So much poetry I never got to spill
the type that dwells beneath the
wells of eyes bright but hidden
long gone is my 1st love
Yours – not so long ago
still hearts bloom of
eternal attachment...
heat from our fires, burning
stoked the hearth on the open plain
with wooded kindness, love and learn
of how much I didn’t say when should i
have said more in Your presence
now You and I commune in a different
type of essence
***********
So much poetry I never got to spill
the type that dwells beneath the
wells of eyes bright but hidden
long gone is my 1st love
Yours – not so long ago
still hearts bloom of
eternal attachment...
#love
#grief
#relationships
#friendship
#spiritual
91 reads
31 Comments
solanaceae
Poem Published
16th Jan 2020 6:36pm
16th Jan 2020 6:36pm
on death
one thing
I've learned
is to cherish
your time
enjoy the rain
and the shine
'cause folks
come
and go
like the wind,
and when
they perish
they leave you
walking this
earth all
alone.
I've learned
is to cherish
your time
enjoy the rain
and the shine
'cause folks
come
and go
like the wind,
and when
they perish
they leave you
walking this
earth all
alone.
#grief
#death
#LifeStruggles #SelfReflection
#LifeStruggles #SelfReflection
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2 Comments
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