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 Dec 2024 Jamesb
Todd Sommerville
I remember that morning's kiss,
just a quick peck and you were gone.

Running late for work again,
we'd lain in bed too long.

I should have kept you there,
had I known I surely would.

But hindsight is perfect and looking back
does no good.

One moment longer had I kept you,
or one moment faster out the door.

These are the things
that will haunt
my mind for evermore.

Yes,

I remember that morning's kiss.

Just a quick peck.

And you were gone.
This poem was inspired by the song Last Kiss (the Pearl Jam version)
originally recorded by Wayne Cochran in 1961

This poem has been added to my you tube channel
https://youtu.be/FdticRdcVEA?feature=shared
I hope you'll check it out follow the link above or search @tsummerspoetry on you tube
I believe the music and recitation of the poem really adds to the emotion of it.
Thanks
 Dec 2024 Jamesb
Liana
So far today
 Dec 2024 Jamesb
Liana
I want to do something
But I can't seem to do anything
I just sit on the couch
Cat on my lap
Blanket over me
And read

Everything I write
Right now
I feel isn't complete

I want to get up
And walk with my music outside
But I'm tired
Why is this so hard for me?
(this note was written by a destroyed chair that each rip and stain was from different person who felt bad at the moment. It is art.)
 Dec 2024 Jamesb
Moo
My blood
 Dec 2024 Jamesb
Moo
Like the rose pricked from it's own thorns,
I have lead the rein to my destruction,
I cohabitate with loss,
That stems from my very own blood,
Thus my blood is a curse,
It heals,
And when I cut it,
is pours,
It lets me live and drown while ashore,
I am drowned in my blood
Yet my thirst isn't quenched
 Dec 2024 Jamesb
Jīn Sīyǎ
There is no wound that time doesn't heal,
Why then, is it getting harder to breathe?
Like a rope tightened around the neck slow.

Smiles, laughs, and memories we shared,
doesn't seem to dim the pain and remorse.
 Dec 2024 Jamesb
Jīn Sīyǎ
I had a child in me, I realised,
when I fought with you like one,
with my eyes shining, a wide smile,
and a laughter breaking out...

Didn't think twice before I blurted,
couldn't care less of what lay ahead,
out came the bottled up excitement,
with just your presence near me...

Felt what happiness in real is,
shared whatever was in the mind,
talked for hours straight with a smile,
what more could I ask for...

If this isn't love, tell me what is..
I miss feeling the happiness and the warmth of the unconditional love we shared.
 Dec 2024 Jamesb
Todd Sommerville
Snow falls softly,
as I stare out the window
into the silver moonlit night and think of you.

Ghosts of Christmas past haunt my memories.

Alone on Christmas Eve, are you?

My heart lies in sympathy,
but my mind knows the truth.

Tomorrow will be my last Christmas.

No presents, no carols, no feast.
Just one last day alone before I find release.

Merry Christmas I do wish you well.
Happy New Year too.

As for me.

Tonight I'll sleep forever,
it's over, It's done, I'm through.
I wrote this poem after reading an article about
depression and the holidays.
And how the suicide rate goes up every year during this time.
So if you know someone who's alone for the holidays or suffers from depression pay them a visit or a call it could make a bigger difference than you could possibly imagine.
And if your alone or depressed, don't be afraid to reach out for help.
call a friend or call the Suicide Prevention Hotline
(988) or 1-800-273-8255

So JAMESB left info in the comments for anyone in the UK in need of help.

If anybody else wants to add this type of info from their home country please feel free to do so in the comments.  Or message me directly and I'll add it here.
 Dec 2024 Jamesb
Nemusa
Guilt
 Dec 2024 Jamesb
Nemusa
Would you still love me if the night spoke my sin,

if the ash of my mistake clung to our bodies,

if the wind carried whispers of my guilt

and our skin bore the scent of shattered stars—

would your hands still gather me from the void?
 Dec 2024 Jamesb
Liana
Stand there
On the grass covered with a coat of snow
Smell the cold
Feel the peace
Touch the white that fell on the chair in the backyard

It's uncomfortable
I'm wet and shivering
But loving every second

Memories of snow days
When I was little
Flood back to me like a tsunami
It hits me
Except I like it

Suddenly
I'm making snow angles
Building snow men
Watching soft cold comfort fall from the sky
Hearing the fact that every single snow flake is different
And being absolutely mesmerized

I remember sticking my tongue out
Trying to catch one
Trying to taste the wonder of those flakes

Now, many years later
I stick my tinge out again
Waiting for a snowflake to fall----
But it doesn't come
It doesn't land where I want it to
I'm older now
Things have changed
I miss the way they once were
When things still weren't great
But at least
I got to taste the snow flake
(this note was written by Orange. Not the color or the fruit but a piece pasta with an interesting name.)
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