Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 Jan 2024 Frances Raeburn
JRF
I’ve Come Undone

Unravelled.
Unspooled.
Undone.
Once upon a time, I
was tightly woven.
A part of the fabric of society but now.
Now I’m frayed. A loose thread.
Pull on me and it will all come
Undone.
 Jan 2024 Frances Raeburn
JRF
I pick up the pen
and I write
because I need
to bleed my emotions
on paper and sometimes I
write
just for the hell of it and sometimes
I write because I just need
to talk to someone anyone
I just need to talk.
for

    once,

   i would

love

      to be

         the poem

and

     not

         the poet
 Dec 2023 Frances Raeburn
Ranita
It's never going to happen for me
The brokeness runs too deep
The trauma is way too much to work through
These pieces are the foundations I built myself on
And I've crumbled and I can't rebuild
And I don't want to
 Dec 2023 Frances Raeburn
Eloisa
If there comes a time
that you might lose me
Find me in my poetry
It is not easy
to feel this way
To change the course
for a moment.


A rightful choice
as it may be?
Just to jump and
walked far away
that side of stupidity.


Now, in uncertain time
embrace the inevitable things
The pains of the present
and that unsound  judgement
Killing me softly
indeed.


Yet, the course of time
through a  sensible ears
Find the real peace inside
and treasures of a lifetime.
New days again
to start something new
Pondering the words
in silence
For my weaken soul
as I wonder
How long to comprehend
what would it means to me?


When would
the perfect place be?
The moment
your in silence
Clouds of knowledge
it waltz in the rhyme
my soul's dances by.


I, not dreams
to become a poet
Nor, to be writer of books
Yet, the echoes of the lamb's
and whisperer's of the lion's
Seeds in me

As the years pass
Like winter and springs
It grows within my veins
and flow's like water.

And yes it's true
Some seeds has it's time
While the others grows
Same as others sowed
and my wanders becomes
wonder too.
Next page