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Leya May 26
Winds roared from north to south,
As the compass of life lost its aim.
For her groom had already lost his way—
Now, her farewell softly came.

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While charcoal smothered the maiden's hair,
Yet the dame looked like the winter moon—
Pale; the night was unfair,
Once and for all, her final path illumed.

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Time rewinds, present intertwines,
A gathered crowd—unique in meaning.
Only she in the portrait could gather the tears,
But never did they care for the old woman buried.

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Family now bedecked with flowing crystals,
Living eyes weeping loving lies.
Time teaches the weeping crowd:
What’s lost always feels truly precious.

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Lying above the mantel is the portrait of a girl,
Entertaining the sorrowed crowd.
Ignoring the diamonds over the stage,
As she knows they too will dissipate.

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No one would shed for the granny,
She ponders while gathering the crystals lost.
The girl in the portrait recalled her theory:
Love is only for the dead at a cost.

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Justice’s scale now overweighs,
Its back turned against the dead.
What goes around, comes around—
It’s the cycle of birth and death.

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The old woman now awaits
For the girl in the portrait.
Heaven rings—mirror reflections,
As she now holds hands with her twin.

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The pain she carried, being lonely,
Finally meets its end-worthy.

And with the following words,
She smiles eternally—

"How could they ever forget you, my older self?
You are beautiful—
For you, heaven awaits everlastingly."
Do share some love.
The poem is about an elderly woman who was ignored untill the day she died. Her death was a reminder to her family that she exists thus they gather at the funeral. The girl in the portrait they shed tears for is the old woman's younger self. Her younger-self portrait conveys the message of how she never was taken care of, let alone have a picture of her clicked when she grew older. The younger girl in the portrait(the old woman herself) reunites with her older version in heaven .
Still Crazy Dec 2024
they promise  snow
flurries flake in a
semi-serious way,
blurry haze,
no deposits
sorry, accumulations,
worthy of a ooh! a
blizzard, so reverse
course, back to bed

the lesson relearned
time+time ‘n again
hope for the best,
sacked by safe predicates
sunrise sacked by accumulated greenness, little hope for the sun set to be any better, and I pray to the gods in the vicinity, who congregate when poetry is being written, in order to insert a wordy word word, of their choosing, but I am dizzy with disappointment, lightheaded by the right ugly light, and the only fool I suffer, Is myself, for being the only optimist that the pessimist might actually write a correct forecast
and in conclusion

I proclaim to no one that is nearby,
That weatherman played poker with me
and a deck full of jokers
Amanda Kay Burke Aug 2021
Not only do I look at the cup as half empty
It contains poison
Lost my positive outlook a long time ago
Humor hides my broken feelings
Having breakdown inside though

Full of darkness dampening my mood
No light to cancel it out
On the verge of hyperventilation
Tears fall of sorrow and doubt

I am hollow
Fighting restless itch
Tried pulverizing negativity
No matter which weapons I arm myself with
Is too abundant to expel from my body

My voice quiet and unsure
Words are stronger than stone
I am told I should look on the bright side of things
Stormy weather is all I've ever known

Heard silence when needing comfort
Snowed when I longed for the warmth of the sun
Witnessed those I care about
Walk out door one by one

Wasted hours weeping in vain
Knowing tears would not change the past
I was foolish enough to get my hopes up
Despite the fact good things rarely last

I lost optimism the older I grew
Cannot find silver linings anymore
The partially filled glass knocked off the table
It's completely empty on the floor
I am such a pessimist
Meandering Words Jul 2021
there is a point of no return;
unthinkingly dismissed
a line crossed;
bringing
instant regret
each
    and
           every
                   decision
up until that moment;
questioned
lamented
rued

i have just crossed
that threshold

the hangnail was bitten
and pulled
until flesh was torn
and blood ran
now there is nothing
but discomfort

knowing full well
what i was doing;
there is no excuse for such idiocy
Angela Rose Jul 2021
You were a pessimist who sought out the negative parts of everything
I was a realist with a dash of a grand optimist
I wanted to make you see not everything in the world was out to ruin you
You were sad so you did things sad people do, like look for errors everywhere
I was full of light so I tried to shine some of that onto you in any way
I wanted to brighten every part of your life in ways you were not accustomed to
You were depressed so you tried to push me away as a defense mechanism
I was resilient so I tried to push myself further into your life of darkness
I wanted to inch my way in until you had no choice but to see my smile and feel grounded
You grew to let people in and let people love you and your baggage
I was growing too so I tried to make sure we could grow together and not apart
I wanted to give you everything that the other me couldn't give to you



And I will.
Deep May 2021
Living
Among
the
Dead...
Mitch Prax Nov 2020
Dear diary;
I thought I had
no more hope left to lose
...until I found
a little more hope
left to lose.
Alaina Moore Oct 2020
The inconvenienced patron always arrived late. 
They always had a glass to fill, and not a minute to wait. 
Their emotions were like landmines, and their problems all your own. 
The inconvenienced patron was always picking a bone. 
They tell you how they were mistreated, how others are so unkind. 
Then rant and rave about how how if they’d had just been patient with them everything would be fine. 
The inconvenienced patron never seemed to give a second glance 
To the glazed over patrons not holding their breath 
For an ounce of positivity nor some selfless grace. No. 
The inconvenienced patron made them blue in the face.
Terra Levez Sep 2020
When I got lemons from Life
They told me
to make lemonade
I tried and tried
But the yellow drink kept coming red
with my hands burning
from the cuts that Life left me with
Now burning with acid
fabian francis Aug 2020
it hurts to remember
it hurts to turn a leaf
it hurts to know
it hurts to accept
it hurts to be this way
...
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