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whispering wind Jul 2018
do you remember the taste of your first kiss?
not the very first one, riddled with awkward pretension
but the first kiss where you really meant it.

the first impassioned embrace

the touch of a lover's hand,
the warmth of their body,
an electricity which bears repeating
Poetic T Jun 2018
Disjointed reflections of vertebrae
that were fluid in the synapsis of
                       my subconsciousness.
they were inadvertently disjointed
              from my walking thought.

Then I fell beneath the tower that
I had build within,
               collateral damage of life.
Broken windows of reflection that
I tried to close, but lacerated my
cognitive actualization of self.

That which severed my validity of self
             was pendulous, but with a
string we can weave something new.
Not as it was before, more worn and not
so luminous, but what was lost is gained
for that voice a lingering a shadow of before.
A poem on depression
John Shahul May 2018
Your dismal looking is to see me
But your frowning look
Like a vaulted dome
Why it rises up?
Deliberately keeps
Your lustrous eyes
Not to meet mine.
Because it carries
The untold stories
Of inner selfsame hearts.
Livid with rage of love
Yet a lingering look
I surmised that
You might have been
Wistfully unanswered.
Diana Y Mar 2018
A hope, so bittersweet.
The passage of time, so palpable.
A bed sheet drapes over man's shoulders;
People die but time goes on.
Somber house
Lingering soul
"Who we are; where we go?"

Ethereal.
jayant om Mar 2018
Half Smoked Cigarette

She is my last half-smoked cigarette
that taste is still on my lips.

With each puff
she took few moments of my life.

Smoke of her memory
still covers my body and soul
like mist.

My existence is scattered
like the ash
dazed and doomed
It will never be the same again.
as it was once.
Billy Jan 2018
A paradigm shift
In between time
And space aligned
A pitch, dark void

Wheeled by the stars
Powered by gravity
I felt myself
As a part of the abyss

The depths of our existence is intense
I once fell for your light
Now I linger in your dark
Painting your beauty with sorrow

The emptiness is addicting
To witness it being fulfilled
By every single thing
But your lost love

I was drunk from all the matters
High from all of your energy
There was no fear, no pain
Only the haunting memories of you, infinitely
Poetic T Nov 2017
Feed my uprooted soul,
                            please,
I implore of you.
Don't let me wither and die;
water me generously
               and most graciously,
let me breathe
                        again;
else I die before I blossom.

For without petals to show
the allure
                   of my meaning,
I lived for less than
                                nothing.
but when you discovered my
enchantment lingering within
petals you unconditionally
                  fell within my scent..
ZT Nov 2017
When you read a story
and it ends short
you are left hanging
you are disappointed

When you read a story
and it ends long
even the problems has been resolved
you are still disappointed

you've already lived through the story
every main character is a friend
every nemesis is an enemy of your own
you wanted to see every characters story
but your time is not enough
the story has been too long
it must end

stories
even when short or prolonged
endings
even when hanging or solved
still leaves a sad longing
at the end
Adrian Nov 2017
I have fingers that linger
on surfaces
and a heart
that lingers
in the past
fingers that linger
in your hair
and on your shoulders
fingers that reach and stretch
and touch
and a heart that lingers
when my fingers
are done lingering
Kaylee Sep 2017
As the sun rises
Engulfing the land
Enveloping all in its premises
Shedding its light upon all who stand

But there's still something
Present at day's forenoon
That's there lingering
Overlooking the skies is the moon

Even as the sky is lit
The moon isn't fazed
Like light at the end of a pit
It is always there, not outgazed

Unless forced or shaded
It is always strong-willed
Never fully distorted or completely faded
The moon, it is titled

Leading us to the ends of the earth
Always there for us
At night's birth
And through the day just as marvelous

You're there with me before noon
You're living with me through noon  
You're pushing through with me after noon  
You are my lingering moon
Need help...  with titling this.
I also wish that I could've done better with this poem. I am trying to get better... But I feel like I am stuck.
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