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Chances were taken and broken were fears,
Superstitions mistaken for Bitter-Sweet tears;
Friends and illusions, well known entities
Locked once and forever in frames of a breeze.
Love taken away, mistrust and shy feels,
Perspectives on all our spiritual peers.

© All rights Reserved Theodora Oniceanu
Tylor Nov 2020
In the journey of my life, I will encounter people many
But nobody will ever be close to being who you are to me  
I am looking for words to define your greatness
But I don't think I will ever find any

I look up to you in ways you can never comprehend
That is how great you are, mother
You wear a smile on your face, keeping all the pain quelled  
How strong of a woman you are, I wonder.

You have loved me a tad more when I have burst into tears
With colours of passion and warmth, you have filled my life
I have vicariously lived through you, my whole being, with no anxieties, no fears  
You are the only one without whom I will fail to survive

If ever I have to go miles away from you
Remember, I will still be the closest to you
Nothing can ever get in between you and me, I am nothing without you
And for everything that you have done and you will do for me, I thank you
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2020

Lamenting embrace
Memories are lost in time
Murmurs of a dream

Fortune falls on me
Answers take wing on whispers
Leaves without a care

Shame hinders my heart
The light ascends without me
I await the storm


So much worry and fears in my heart.
I wish I could stay it...
I really do.

Be back soon later with more poems!
Much love,
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2020
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Today's yesterday
Becomes many yesterdays
Flow like lifetimes past

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Leaving me adrift
As my heart now sprouts its wings
Yet cannot take flight

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Cuddled close by dreams
All I want I wish to be
Then the feathers falls

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Tomorrow echoes
As I reach to grasp its call
I fear the days past

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For dry ink can haunt
Feathers plucked by every taunt
Sleepless heart weeps raw

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Am I of the light
Am I worthy of the heights
or worth a twinkle

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My heart on my lap
Mind abed on sea of grass
As I count the days


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Mini haiku story...
It's one hell of a bad habit, being lost in my own head, my thoughts.
The years have gone by, and I find myself wishing more for a reset button.
Yet, I also wish to learn how to forgive oneself.
Theres so much I want to do, so much I want to prove to myself that I am capable of. I pray that the coming year will be one of deeper self reflection with the goals I have in mind...
I so wish to be a talented poetess for writing has been there for me through thick and thin.
The more I fall in love and improve, the more my heart aches...
I gotta keep moving forwards though
I cant die and not try, not yet,
Not yet...

Be back soon with more poems, thank you everyone for all the love and support, really.
Stay safe and well.
Much love,
Lyn ***
Hammad Oct 2020
We all have
doubts and fears
engraved deeply - in our subconscious
and In love
we still trust ourselves
more
when we choose to walk
into the unknown...
Lukai Oct 2020
A puppet on a string.
Every movement
Every word
A mimic
A rehearsal
Every breath is controlled

It wants to see the world
It wants to be free
But all the puppet can do
Is hang off its string


It wants to make friends
It wants to be happy
But it meets the string’s ends
And life’s quite ******  
It can see
But it cannot reach
It can hear
But cannot speak

If only it were free
Then it would speak
It if were free
It could reach

But the hands that hold it
Are its own
And it can’t decide
When to let go…..
:):
Zack Ripley Oct 2020
It's not about me. It's not about you.
It's about what we do.
What we do with the time we have left
With the people we meet.
With the challenges we face.
With the rumors we hear.
When we come face to face
With our fears.
With the love we have.
With the love we lose.
What we do when we have to choose.
What we do when we realize
We have responsibilities.
That's what life's all about to me.
Mrs Timetable Oct 2020
Screaming out
From the inside
Roaring as a train whistle
Only the restless can hear
And then...
Quickly
Fades away
It doesn't last long but it catches your attention and takes over
دema flutter Oct 2020
settling for less is the war
everyone's trying to flee from,

but in fact,
settling for less is
an extra shot of espresso
in the coffee that we
drink each morning
in an attempt
to avoid being alone
for the rest of the day.
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