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Faizel Farzee Aug 2019
Tears flow like the river Nile enraged
Mournful embraces, as the joining feeling of a future lost unites a weakened family
A mother inconsolable treads thru meaningful memories as the smile of her lost child still freshly lingers with her
A fathers rage distorted, hopelessly punches walls as the embrace of a perfect daughter still freshly lingers
A Family horrifically shaken, as even the stars sheds their mournful tears
Why? A question tread milling through broken down spirits and scarred souls
A eternally loved daughter’s memory, drowning in uncontrollable tears
Tear stained prayer reaching out with a healing hand, as reluctant sorrow pursues a numbing soul
Mournful embrace, the only solace in a wicked life’s tragedy
A promising future, with love in abundance lost in a sorrowful abyss
A life unnecessary lost,
not only the loss of one fragile soul
A child lost in any community is a tragedy
M e l l o Jul 2019
Nakatingin na naman
sa malayo
habang tahimik
na tinitingnan
ang palubog na araw
dito sa tagpuan natin
ako'y nag-iisa na naman
Mga alaala mo
tahimik na sumasabay
sa ihip ng hangin at
sa unti unting pagbaba
ng araw sa parang

Hanggang kailan ako aasa
sa posibilidad na bukas
ay muli kang makakasama
Hanggang kailan ako
maghihintay
Kasi unti unti na kong
nalulumbay
matagal pa ba?
ako'y naiinip na
pakisundo na lang
ako pag oras ko na

Araw araw
walang mintis
dumadalaw dito sa tagpuan
masuyong hinahaplos
pangalan mo'ng nakaukit
sa bato
mga naggagandahang
bulaklak na gusto mo
ay dala dala ko
bukas ulit
andito na naman ako

Sana nung nagpaalam ka
pinigilan kita
kung hindi lang ako tanga
sana naagapan ko pa
hindi ko alam
yun pala ay huli na
Huling pagkakataon na
makita ka
Huling pagkakataon
na makasama ka


Matagal pa ba?
ako'y naiinip na
pakisundo na lang
ako pag oras ko na
Another poem of the day.
Chase Parrish Mar 2019
I remember how the sky cried
The mournful day my Nene died.
It sobbed and grieved; thought not prolonged.
Soon sunlight, through the darkness, dawned
As thought the tears had simply dried.

At once I wondered, scornfully, "Why?"
How dare you cease your crying, Sky!
How simply could the world go on?
Then I remembered...

My struggle, isn't her's. It's mine.
I hurt because I'm left behind.
For she, you see, has moved along
A better place she's set-upon.
Therefore, with mourning cast aside,
I'll remember.
A couple of days ago my grandmother on my dad's side passed away, and I wanted to write a poem about it.
Brooke Mar 2019
I'm sorry that I doubted you, I'm sorry that I was wrong.
I'm sorry that I left you when you needed someone strong

RIP Joshua W.
s Willow Feb 2019
My up coming death,
you inspire me to write.
Never satisfied even after me last breath.
I hate the way you roar, slither and scan.
Invade me mind day and through the night.
waiting, dreaming ‘bout your cunning plan.
I Idle at your foul play.
You are more able, violent, and deep.
Ice bites the debris of may,
and wintertime has the eternal sleep.
Oh who I hate you and your ways.
I adore and hate your personality.
Your stage style fills my days.
The way you destroy my mentality.
My hate for you is the sarcastic ties.
Now I must away with a stunning heart.
You get us in the end.
how are you so smart?
You’re taken my best friend,
my brother,
and my health.
Once I leave
The works I’ve weaved on the paper will grieve.
Taijitu Jan 2019
Cientos de estrellas contamos juntos cuando era niña
y jamas imagine que un dia te buscaria en cada una de ellas
Tu ausencia hoy me acaricia como la brisa de aquellas noches
en las que llena de historias me dormia junto a ti
Tus memorias son aventuras que se vuelven mi refugio
Tus dulces palabras, la unica melodia que me hace sentir bien
Se que el tiempo jamas podra curar el dolor de tu partida
Pero se que tu sonrisa me dara las fuerzas para continuar
Donde estes, te extraño, te pienso, te amo Papa.
s Nov 2018
here i am
attempting to love dead;
mourning past life
life before your words lacerated
my throat like a sharp knife
before you claimed
to love the girl behind
these crazy eyes
before i was confined
to a bed of nails and broken lies

i have no choice anymore
your love is but a show and
i beg for the encore
there was so much left
for our brains to explore
but trust has been shattered
and our hearts are at war
**** that
Jillian Jesser Oct 2018
Clinging to an old idea
of a red lip
a torn pair of black jeans
a swing set at a memorial
Where were you in September?

your wide eyed child misses his daddy
and we all miss our friend

I sit here
jealous
of your endless sleep
I am tired too, Adam.

Supposedly you are selfish
That's what is said in a low whisper,
but they don't know
the tearing pain.

Old man Death had already taken you before you tied the noose.

Sleep well.

You are not in pain
and you are not what hung you.
Jillian Jesser Oct 2018
I grieve you
the way I grieve my last cigarette
knowing I'll have another
and another
and another
but I grieve him
the way I grieve the very last
knowing I'll spend eternity
searching for
just
one
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