Betty
Poem Published
7th May 2025 6:45pm
7th May 2025 6:45pm
The bulldozer is on the way
I heard the city was bulldozing this place.
Your hand is in the back
of my jeans,
my heart
in the front pocket of yours
as I feed you a body
shot of Cuervo
in this place we
fucking love.
The last song fades out and
you pull the jukebox ap
on your phone
and pick a playlist
designed to seduce me
again
I get a little misty eyed.
I loved this place.
For a long, long time.
In days of fucking yore
it was the kind of...
Your hand is in the back
of my jeans,
my heart
in the front pocket of yours
as I feed you a body
shot of Cuervo
in this place we
fucking love.
The last song fades out and
you pull the jukebox ap
on your phone
and pick a playlist
designed to seduce me
again
I get a little misty eyed.
I loved this place.
For a long, long time.
In days of fucking yore
it was the kind of...
#grief
#hope
#love #obsession
#love #obsession
132 reads
27 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
6th May 2025 00:27am
6th May 2025 00:27am
it's cold on the hill
The cold autumn morning
cuts through me like ice
and of course I'm the idiot
that wore a tank top
and didn't bring a cardigan
Some hardy plants
lounge over the roof
of the gazebo I've chosen
to drink my camomile tea under
and I smile at the way
nature does whatever
the hell it wants
with no regard to our designs
I can just see the ocean from here
the blue green a few shades darker
than the carpet of trees
if I didn't know better
you could tell me it's more
endless Australian...
cuts through me like ice
and of course I'm the idiot
that wore a tank top
and didn't bring a cardigan
Some hardy plants
lounge over the roof
of the gazebo I've chosen
to drink my camomile tea under
and I smile at the way
nature does whatever
the hell it wants
with no regard to our designs
I can just see the ocean from here
the blue green a few shades darker
than the carpet of trees
if I didn't know better
you could tell me it's more
endless Australian...
#grief
#hope
#myself
89 reads
2 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
26th Apr 2025 12:08pm
26th Apr 2025 12:08pm
When you don't to talk me
It's seems that there is a difference between you and I for what happen, to when we use to communicate with each other, on so many levels of interest with SUBCONSCIOUSNESS of our thoughts. Why we can't get back to the point of doing the things, that bought us closer then close, for sure what really happen to all that, between each other as one. 🤔 FOR don't we still have that kind of love, still between us in ways that, we still have respect and honor and trust. For sure I've notice the deepness of the way, we use to look at one another with a raw and uncut slice of emotions, but now I...
#anger
#confusion
#disappointment
#grief
#regret
104 reads
0 Comments
Nodrax_tepes
nodrax
nodrax
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2025 9:50pm
22nd Apr 2025 9:50pm
Mireya
I saw a bird
,lil birdy chirping song ,
no wrong no rights the sun don't shine if the night don't exist
Lil bird singing a song
So I sat down the tree my cowboy hat at ease a guitar on my hip started playing along
Mireya mireya
My pockets gon fill tonight
Mireya mireya
Grace and braces right ny wrongs tonight
Lil bird started dancing as the guitar played right
It looked at me and sang along
Son you read the bible never read it right Greater is he in you ,you pray for miracles when you should perform the miracles
The...
,lil birdy chirping song ,
no wrong no rights the sun don't shine if the night don't exist
Lil bird singing a song
So I sat down the tree my cowboy hat at ease a guitar on my hip started playing along
Mireya mireya
My pockets gon fill tonight
Mireya mireya
Grace and braces right ny wrongs tonight
Lil bird started dancing as the guitar played right
It looked at me and sang along
Son you read the bible never read it right Greater is he in you ,you pray for miracles when you should perform the miracles
The...
#grief
#hope
48 reads
0 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
14th Apr 2025 2:58pm
14th Apr 2025 2:58pm
Unsent Letter to Grieving Parents
Text from Julian's yearbook: We were so blessed the day we welcomed you into our family. You arrived on your own terms, feet first, and you’ve been running ever since. We have always been amazed by your determination, courage, compassion, and strength. Never take life for granted and know that we love you beyond measure. Mom and Dad
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Smith,
I am deeply sorry for your loss. Your daughter was a remarkable person, full of life and kindness, and her passing has left a void for all who knew her. It is truly heartbreaking that such a vibrant spirit has been...
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Smith,
I am deeply sorry for your loss. Your daughter was a remarkable person, full of life and kindness, and her passing has left a void for all who knew her. It is truly heartbreaking that such a vibrant spirit has been...
#death
#grief
#sex
88 reads
0 Comments
Tallquietguy
Poem Published
10th Apr 2025 8:32pm
10th Apr 2025 8:32pm
The Day We Said Goodbye
It was a very cold winter day
Still I couldn’t tell you if it was sunny or gray
Such irrelevance was far in the back of my mind
It would’ve been dark even if the sun did shine
So often we're in the place we least want to see
But there’s nowhere else that we’d rather be
They said you were dying, a sin to keep you alive
Our hearts ripped to pieces deciding what was right
It turned out to be the day we said goodbye ...
Still I couldn’t tell you if it was sunny or gray
Such irrelevance was far in the back of my mind
It would’ve been dark even if the sun did shine
So often we're in the place we least want to see
But there’s nowhere else that we’d rather be
They said you were dying, a sin to keep you alive
Our hearts ripped to pieces deciding what was right
It turned out to be the day we said goodbye ...
#death
#grief
#love
#sadness
#TimeHeals
129 reads
2 Comments
brokenheart201725
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 1:28am
9th Apr 2025 1:28am
In the heart of night
In the heart of night,
where shadows whisper secrets,
pain dances, a cruel partner
in a waltz spun of despair.
Life, a tapestry woven with frayed threads,
each stitch a reminder
of battles fought in silence,
of dreams carried on shoulders
too weary to bear their weight.
Here, in the cradle of darkness,
where breath feels like a burden
and laughter echoes like a forgotten song,
the spirit wanders—
an echo of what once was,
yet never fully lost,
searching for glimmers
through the cracked edges of existence. ...
where shadows whisper secrets,
pain dances, a cruel partner
in a waltz spun of despair.
Life, a tapestry woven with frayed threads,
each stitch a reminder
of battles fought in silence,
of dreams carried on shoulders
too weary to bear their weight.
Here, in the cradle of darkness,
where breath feels like a burden
and laughter echoes like a forgotten song,
the spirit wanders—
an echo of what once was,
yet never fully lost,
searching for glimmers
through the cracked edges of existence. ...
#emptiness
#fear
#grief
#heartbroken
#loneliness
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
17th Mar 2025 6:25pm
17th Mar 2025 6:25pm
Rite of Return
The sun bows slowly, mourning the lost son,
a candle flickers—one last breath,
whispered through a temple of fallen dust,
where the wind kneels—where silence feels like comfort,
cut from the cloth of the wordless sky. Here we stand.
A hand traces the names on ancient stone,
a name once worn, now barely warn.
The years have left their weight, as there they wait,
each carefully carved letter like a jagged might,
though the body’s gone, the soul’s still sight.
She told him once: "Sow your steps where light still sews,
pare...
a candle flickers—one last breath,
whispered through a temple of fallen dust,
where the wind kneels—where silence feels like comfort,
cut from the cloth of the wordless sky. Here we stand.
A hand traces the names on ancient stone,
a name once worn, now barely warn.
The years have left their weight, as there they wait,
each carefully carved letter like a jagged might,
though the body’s gone, the soul’s still sight.
She told him once: "Sow your steps where light still sews,
pare...
#grief
#inspirational
#rebirth #WritingPoetry
#rebirth #WritingPoetry
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
15th Mar 2025 5:41am
15th Mar 2025 5:41am
It's never good bye
When we die it doesn't mean that you will not be forgotten, but you will always be remembered in the heart and mind. For sure we may feel that what we have to learn is a another lesson about life. For it's true know one lives forever as that is what is life, for sure we have to be strong enough to be able to carry the weight of the world upon our shoulders. For it's that attitude you have to adjust with your thoughts, on what is happening in our lives that will affect us in so many ways sometimes. For sure it's necessary to understand that it's not over when you lose, it's over when you QUITE...
#death
#fate
#grief
#sadness
#StreamOfConsciousness
138 reads
4 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
12th Mar 2025 9:40pm
12th Mar 2025 9:40pm
An Endless Sadness
Had a nightmare last night. It was quite dark and disturbing like many of them. My friend Joe was in it, telling me I had changed. That I wasn't the girl he thought he knew. That he didn't want to talk to me. That I was tainted now. Forever. Josh was saying it, and anyone I ever knew said these things.
I woke up like I usually do, like I'm getting out of a trance rather than a nightmare.
I personally hate it when people say to not let someone or something have so much power over you. Because I'm already good at that, considering my situation. But if something, even if...
I woke up like I usually do, like I'm getting out of a trance rather than a nightmare.
I personally hate it when people say to not let someone or something have so much power over you. Because I'm already good at that, considering my situation. But if something, even if...
#fear
#grief
#sadness
125 reads
0 Comments
Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
27th Feb 2025 8:57pm
27th Feb 2025 8:57pm
A Product Of Mind Boggling Rarity
Artful
Brainy and crafty
A person with a psychopathic personality
Though with a full sense of moral responsibility
A product of mind boggling rarity
Coldly and bluntly, letting you know that I've committed so many atrocities
Living for decade in disguise in a sorority
Who at school cannot solve the math problems of inequalities?
On the brink of insanity
Living in a hidden agony
Standing tall alone on a battlefield
Everywhere I turn piles of dead bodies
Bleeding from my injuries ...
Brainy and crafty
A person with a psychopathic personality
Though with a full sense of moral responsibility
A product of mind boggling rarity
Coldly and bluntly, letting you know that I've committed so many atrocities
Living for decade in disguise in a sorority
Who at school cannot solve the math problems of inequalities?
On the brink of insanity
Living in a hidden agony
Standing tall alone on a battlefield
Everywhere I turn piles of dead bodies
Bleeding from my injuries ...
#dark
#grief
#heartbroken #sadness
#heartbroken #sadness
156 reads
2 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 7:39pm
24th Feb 2025 7:39pm
Secrets - The Night He Fled
Late on Sunday night, I fix a mug of coffee and update the secret journal. I'm not a psychologist. I don't know why people block out memories or reinvent them or conveniently stash them away in the hope of forgetting, but I've been remembering more stuff this evening – stuff to do with Gordon as a boy and an incident on the estate that caused tension between his parents and mine. Meeting up with Gordon again has somehow touched on this other stuff.
New Entry:
I'm not sure when the event in question occurred, perhaps a year before the murder, but definitely in the middle of a...
New Entry:
I'm not sure when the event in question occurred, perhaps a year before the murder, but definitely in the middle of a...
#family
#friendship
#grief
#memories
#mystery
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Grief
