Longing Poems
"The rain falls, but never lands."
by Dylan Wu Rong
I feel stuck, trapped,
in the vast space entitled of freedom.
And I am free- no chains to hold me down,
no strings for me to hang on,
yet the suffocation I am surrounded by,
has me lost in a world of void,
dropping down the rabbit-hole,
hands stretched out to hold onto something,
something- anything,
as the fear creeps and crawls up my spine,
......
Remember me
by Clare-Anne Flower
I've been crying on my knees, hoping you would rescue me.
Oh, darling don't you remember me?
The one you said you'd always need.
Now I'm collecting dust in the closet of people you loved.
And silenced and sad thinking of the love we never had.
Oh, won't you open your eyes and see.
Won't you please remember me.
All my hopes and all my dreams all seem like they won't be coming true. Yet all I can think of is you. So, I sit in this closet hoping this is a dream. And waiting...and waiting, for you to remember me.
Haunted Love
by Julz M
I settled on a thought so dreary,
In an empty house that feels so eerie,
The thought was of you, and of you peering,
Inside my haunted house.
That house is somehow in my mind,
How can somebody be so unkind?
To tear down something that I thought was mine,
Inside my haunted house.
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Love bombing
by Marra Makinen
Why is love bombing a bad thing?
Given another name, it's not nearly as ill-intentioned:
Praise, lavishment, veneration.
I'd rather be bombarded with remarks of admiration
Than be met with resentful acts and indignation
My admirers may wear double-sided veils
And their bombs may be strategically cast
But who am I to dissuade such adoration-
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A Renaissance Of Love
by Hébert Logerie
I spend days thinking of you
And nights dreaming of you
Your smiling image is stuck in my eyes
And your voice is buzzing in my ears
It’s fascinating after so many years
I’m still reminiscing of your sweet apple pies
When you used to spoon-feed me
And wipe my lips with kisses of honey.
I tried to forget you, to move on
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"The rain falls, but never lands."
by Dylan Wu Rong
I feel stuck, trapped,
in the vast space entitled of freedom.
And I am free- no chains to hold me down,
no strings for me to hang on,
yet the suffocation I am surrounded by,
has me lost in a world of void,
dropping down the rabbit-hole,
hands stretched out to hold onto something,
something- anything,
as the fear creeps and crawls up my spine,
......
I miss him
by Ghaafietha Amoodien
I caught myself missing him.
Realistically I don't know if I missed him or missed the routine,
The good morning text, getting through the day updating one another and the simplicity of having someone be present in your life.
I'm not sure if I missed him or if I missed the potential I saw in him, the way his mother convinced me he was a good guy when no one was around.
I'm not sure if I missed him or missed what could have been. We could have been something good and healthy. We could have healed one another's traumas. We could have been happy.
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by e. m.
if all the universe is entangled
if we are all opposites in order to exist
intertwined
we are tied, we are
victims of fate, bound
by the very nature of the impossible
but measuring renders particles split apart
cut that crimson thread that binds us
for we know our truth
the probability
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Promise
by Teo Luchin
“Only kiss me on my forehead,
if you're trying to make me yours."
A gentle sterness in your voice.
A soft command that echoes.
Is it a dare or a boundary?
I still can't decide.
And now here you are, wrappen in nights emrace.
As I see myself leaning in.
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Turn me into a flower
by Teo Luchin
Oh god, turn me into a flower.
So I can find my home in the rain.
No longer lying awake,
wondering if I've soaked in the sun enough that day.
Turn me into a flower.
A yellow one, quitly bright.
So I can be picked,
without pretending to be anything more.
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