A short poem from my book:
Perspective
Of course
there is a hell
she said
and it has
an observation deck;
so I may
stand and wave
to all those kind
souls below
who warned me
I would go there.
Tag: humor poetry satire poem poems
Last night your thin walls invited me to the party next door / reminded me I am a quiet person in a quiet life.
Drew MyronTag: poetry poem thoughtful quiet meditation writing-life quiet-strength thoughts-on-life quiet-mind quiet-life
Memory, when it juts, retreats, recovers, shows us how to hold the darkness, how to breathe.
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Your daily war chant: ( screaming it is mandatory! )
Ooooooooh today, today I will see,
what a happy place the world can be!
I will make someone smile,
refuse to being vile!
I will share what I love,
take someone high above,
in the sky, between the clouds
with joyful shouts!
Today, today even you will see,
What a happy place the world can be!
Make it happen, enjoy your day,
Remember it is a temporary stay,
here on earth, this single hour,
today I give my love a flower!
YEAAAAAH! Today I kick life’s behind,
making good what is unkind!
Making smile who is not grinning!
And this is only the beginning!
Today.I.am. AAAAAAALIVEE!
Tag: life happiness joy poem daily-chor war-chant
Scarring smiles, hidden tears,
You stand, heads bowed and revere
The soul before us, burnt and torn
Her faded essence, we sadly mourn
And though she walked a path of lies
Her spirit surely still shall rise
And among her own, she can be at peace
An eternal angel, she’s been released.
After Your Death
First, I emptied the closets of your clothes,
threw out the bowl of fruit, bruised
from your touch, left empty the jars
you bought for preserves. The next morning,
birds rustled the fruit trees, and later
when I twisted a ripe fig loose from its stem,
I found it half eaten, the other side
already rotting, or—like another I plucked
and split open—being taken from the inside:
a swarm of insects hollowing it. I’m too late,
again, another space emptied by loss.
Tomorrow, the bowl I have yet to fill.
Tag: poetry loss death mourning poem grief figs tidying
A feeling struck me one fine day that people call ‘love’,
Before that my life was empty, all I had was loneliness and sorrow…
I loved the way it felt being with him, for I felt up above,
Now everything was complete and nothing remained hollow…
That person who cupid made me fall for, was a God descended from heavens,
I loved him with all I had, a true heart and a pure soul…
I thought I achieved the meaning of life, never did I felt so glad,
But when he left me amidst a chaos, I had no one with me to console…
I cried, it hurt, I wept and screamed, everyone called me ‘mad’,
And still I wonder if in my life, that actually was his role…
But a string still binds me to my past of untold vow,
Some unsaid promises that linger between us even now,
Although I don’t know where he went after that fateful day…
I still try to convince myself every day, I know how,
Each moment has been tough, each day a new challenge…
Each hour passed as if it was my heart that always allowed,
One more day to live without him, one more day to cherish…
One more day to spend without the love of my life somehow,
But he doesn’t know that one day, the girl herself would perish…
Who loved him and lived each day of her life in his wait,
For the man who never returned, for the man who wasn’t in her fate…
Tag: life pain love poetry philosophy fate yearning poem hurt memory forget destiny satisfaction kill remember expectations lovers breakup wanting forgive breakups love-story love-hurts
Life shows us all colours, some bright and some shades of grey,
Some accept with a smile, while some frown in every way
Thoughts and memories never end but life does one day.
Whole age passes by in wait of that old time to return,
But those old days once gone, will never come back again,
Rather we can just cherish them in the memories that burn,
In the back of our mind and make us remember,
How we used to be so crazy,
In those old days…
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Loving you is no more a beautiful memory, but now just a pain,
I cry and weep every time I walk down the memory lane,
Your love always completed me in every sense as a whole,
But now it’s just emptiness and sorrow in my heart that drains,
Of all the people in the world, you choose me to be hurt,
Of all the hearts in the world, you choose mine to break…
Why did you leave me I ask myself every morning and dawn?
Why my love was incomplete tell me why you were gone?
A silence surrounds my heart and fills it again with despair,
Oh this pain is just too much, and the damage beyond repair,
Please come back baby, just come back and bring that old smile,
Or just come to see me every once in a while,
So my heart no more bleeds, and no more my soul aches,
So I can be peaceful after my death, in my ashes and burnt flakes…
Tag: life pain love poetry philosophy fate yearning poem hurt memory forget destiny satisfaction kill remember expectations lovers breakup wanting forgive breakups love-story love-hurts
If only you would realize some day, how much have you hurt me,
If only your heart ever, craves for me or my presence…
If only you feel that love again someday for me,
If only you are affected someday by my absence…
Only you can end all my suffering and this unbearable pain,
If only you would know what you could never procure…
If only you go through the memories of past once again,
Since the day you left my heart has bled, no one has its cure…
If only you would bring that love, those showers and that rain…
If only you would come back and see what damage you create,
I’ve been waiting for your return since forever more…
If only you would see the woman that you have made,
You said we cannot sail through, how were you so sure?
If only you can feel the old things that can never fade,
You may have moved on, but a piece of my heart is still with you…
I know how I’ve come so far alone; I know how I’m able to wade,
People say that I’m insane and you won’t ever come back again…
Maybe you would have never made your separate way,
Maybe you would have stayed with me and proved everyone wrong…
If only you would know the pain of dying every day,
If only you would feel the burden of smiling and being strong…
Tag: life pain love poetry philosophy fate yearning poem hurt memory forget destiny satisfaction kill remember expectations lovers breakup wanting forgive breakups love-story love-hurts
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