I saw you once,
and the thought of you refused to leave.
The day was fleeting,
yet I wished the same for the night,
just to let the echo of you stay with me a little longer
I wrote you poems,
scattered my heart across notes,
believing I had mastered the assignment.
But no.....
it was your love language
I was only beginning to learn.
This is different.
Unpolished, unborrowed
Its raw from the depths of my heart.
Oh, when I met your eyes,
heard your voice,
felt your touch,
I thought I had tasted life’s sweetest wonders.
Then you smiled
And the world itself seemed to pause.
Damn.
The world confessed,
This girl is out of this world.
Beauty beyond dispute,
grace beyond argument.
Love at first sight?
Perhaps.
But whatever it is,
it feels eternal,
& to me it feels just right.
Journey of Life
Life is a fleeting gift, a quest,
Where shadows dance to find their nest,
We rise and fall, like waves onshore,
Let`s hail the present, seek no more
Find beauty in strife, learn from tears,
As life is a journey, so dear.
their eyes meet for a
moment—grief flickers softly
then drifts into streets
The glass once lucid
now deflects glow differently.
A chuckle clenched in the wind,
blanching and flaming.
Where were we?
Footprints echo, retreat, advance
sagging floor, missing nails.
Not long enough--
like a wheeze folding in and out,
a beam of light held in a still moment.
Sagging floor, nails missing,
steps forth, then retreat.
Where were we,
blanching and flaming,
a chuckle loosed in the wind—
now the glass, no longer lucid,
deflects the glow differently.
Grown apart
we became after
a long while,
Remember those days?
Daily talks upon hours,
endless laughter,
countless stories,
shared struggles,
emotional break-
throughs,
as we both sit next
to each other in
silence.
I always remember
my best buddy,
the one who saw
me when others
left without looking
twice and held my
hand with genuine
love.
A rare gem, one of its kind
The time continues to
pass us on,
memories sealed
in a photograph of
black and white,
your smile for-
ever imprinted
on my mind,
as the years tick
one two three,
in a blink of an eye,
you’re gone…
The quicksilver moon’s not secure in her orbit.
I’ve heard that she’s slyly slipping away,
One and a half inches yearly
so a little bit every day.
I, for one, want her to stay.
‘Oh meritorious silver sister, you have no dark side,
and I’ve grown used to your capricious light,
Why do you only hover at night?”
I think of her as my own
though she wears no ring
like that showy trollop Saturn
Our moon has a higher engagement pattern.
She’s a spectacle for moon-inspired dances
and a cupid for nocturnal animalistic romances.
Have you noticed that sometimes she’s dark
and sometimes she’s bright?
What turns her on?
What turns her off?
That’s always the question with ladies,
isn’t it?
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Songs for this:
Dancing In The Moonlight (feat. NEIMY) by Jubël
Fly Me to the Moon (feat. Izzie Naylor) Shoby
Moonlight Becomes You by Jeff Haislip
There was a time
your name felt like a beginning—
a gentle unfolding of everything soft
in a world that had grown too loud.
You weren’t just someone I loved.
You were a season.
A chapter where the pages turned slower
just to make it last.
We were never chaos,
never fire.
We were rain on windows,
late-night playlists,
hands brushing in silence.
Almosts wrapped in always.
Goodbyes hidden inside good mornings.
And maybe that’s what makes this hurt—
not that you left,
but that you were never really meant to stay.
Still, I loved you in all the quiet ways.
In words I never said,
in texts I typed and erased,
in poems I buried beneath smiles.
You taught me that some people
aren’t destinations—
they’re stars we pass under,
just once,
but carry forever in our sky.
So no,
we didn’t last.
But God—
did we live.
Fade into the void,
pale and unseen,
a whisper of silence,
dim murmured echo.
Unheard and unremarked,
an absent fragment,
of drifting haze,
that lingers unseen.
Fragile, easily shattered,
weightless and distant,
an obscure hollow,
of faint gray dust.
Blurred empty thought,
foggy and fractured,
like an unfelt sigh,
flickering invisible in the murk.
O veiled shadow
of former self,
ashen phantom
of better days,
am I but a fleeting shade,
doomed by fate
to wilt and wane,
and fray at the edges,
to shiver and wilt,
until vanishing,
simply disappear?
Not even a glimmer
of self remains.
You say you’ll love her till the day you die
But when she feels unwanted and broken inside
Will you hold her and tell her she’s enough
When she’s tired of pretending to be tough
Will you love her when she’s a mess
Her hair in a bun, her face not at its best
When she is cranky, mean and sour
Will you make her laugh for an hour?
When she wears funky socks on her feet
Will you love her when she isn’t neat?
And when she wants peace and quiet
Will you love her in the deafening silence?
When her hands tremble and shake with anxiety
When she’s being tormented by society
Will you stand with her, in the loud mess
Will you love her when she’s deep in distress?
When her skin becomes wrinkled and dry
And her joints crack and groan with a sigh
Will you help her rest, relax and heal
Will you love her even when you have to kneel?
Life is short, a fleeting breeze you cannot hold in your hands for long,
and the world is full of questions that remain suspended in the air, unanswered.
I want to explore as much as possible, to learn about cultures that clothe the heart,
to speak new languages that open doors to unknown universes,
to try skills that ignite my soul like fireworks in the night,
not just from books, but from life lived with intensity,
from people, from places, from whispered conversations in quiet corners,
and from moments that seem like pure magic, vibrating in time and space.
I want to grow through stories shared by strangers who become friends,
through the rhythm of unfamiliar cities that sing in my soul,
through laughter I don't fully understand but feel in my chest like a spell,
because life races by quickly, and I want to gather moments that teach me,
that change me and remind me what it truly means to be alive,
to fill my arms with memories that shape my being,
to collect moments that guide my steps toward unspoken truths,
and to live each day as a new chapter in a never-ending story.
Giants creep through disguised as trees.
Tiptoeing by the ancients asleep underneath.
A deep slumber echoes from the ground.
A blanket of silence filters the sound.
The mist rolls in and the forest takes a breath.
A crow takes flight and comes to a rest.
This mossy rock becomes my throne
In the center of my newly found home.
My spirit wanders, and I wonder,
What could ever pull me under?
The dragon raises his lazy head.
The cave has collapsed and the knight is dead.
It is all a battle to stay afloat.
To be the one with the strongest boat.
The storm rolls in and takes us all.
Some of us are likely to survive the fall.
Footprints fade along the shore.
The next adventure begs to be born.
Breathe the frozen air and let it burn.
Stitch together the pattern of what we have learned.
Roll the fabric and put it away.
They are just maps to treasures within my brain.
Once a poem alit did linger
To tarry nigh upon my finger
Then having saying said
Once perched a fleeing fled
A fleeting glance into a dream
A moment so pure and so bright
Two energies intertwined
Arms wrapped around bodies
A mere physical show
Of a melding of souls
Roots of our
Past, present, and future
Snake together through our fingertips
Almost to tell the universe we exist
Pressed into each other
We share this experience
On top of mountain
I see all better days below
One day I go down.
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