Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Strangers Again

From that first stolen look,
To that last meaningful kiss.
We are strangers again,
There is no denying this.

From the castles we built in the air,
To dreams we dared to together dream.
We are strangers again,
With nothing to redeem.

Our paths were meant to cross,
Though our time together, short lived.
We are strangers again,
Goodbyes we have bid.

Going away our ways,
With a keepsake memory.
We are strangers again,
Now with a common history.

From loud confessions of affection,
To silent reminiscence, so surreal.
We are strangers again,
This time, it is real.

Nostalgia

Nostalgia laden
as I wander
through passages
of you and me
I chance upon these
wondrous
intricate bits
Like footprints
on the sands of time
Pieces of you
my memories
always manage to find
That sliver of heart
you showed me
while we danced
Or that remnant of soul
I found hidden
in your favorite song
Those little glimpses of dreams
I saw in your eyes
Or the depth of your mind
that I could never have enough
And as I amble
a little more
It is that evening
and there we are
hands intertwined
our first sunset
Peaceful
Sharing Silences
Wandering through passages
You and me
Nostalgic.

Reach

Desires,
For the unreachable.
Feelings,
Unsaid, unrecognized.
Views,
Of the not so obvious.
Thoughts,
On taming the chaos.
Messages,
To the ones not around.
Dreams,
For a future chance.
Decisions,
Of life, on life, on hold.

Words,
Pouring out the inside.
One poem at a time.
This is me,
Trying to reach you.

Sunshine

Sun-kissed dreams,
Glazed by the light.
Like daffodils,
Happy and bright.
Sunny smiles,
Hold your hand, when you are blue.
Take you away from the sorrow,
To return home new.

Sprinkle of laughter,
A dash of spring,
Change in the weather,
But happiness, it does always bring.
A spirit full of joy,
Rekindled hope.
The spark still burns,
A will strengthened to cope.

What was once a void,
Brims with life anew.
A pain felt by many,
Lived only by a few.
You still shine, still sparkle,
Our hearts wonder how.
Sunshine all around,
Within us, you are now.

PS: Dear sis, your light lives on and hoping to keep it going through these words.

Whole

The thing about sadness, grief, pain
Is that even in your moment of brokenness,
it gives you ways to become whole.

As you evaluate your life,
vastly different
from the way you imagined it to be.
That broken ankle begins to follow the beat,
Your shaken knees begin to recognize the rhythm.
A new rhythm,
That makes you move instead of cringe with pain,
your waist starts to twist and twirl,
in a way you don’t recognize.
Your hands and shoulder follow suit,
As they rise up with a little shimmy of their own
And your cracked lips break into a smile,
as you recognize the bits and pieces,
they left you as memories.

Memories,
That not only seal,
But also heal the scars and marks
the void left on your body,
and finally you feel that bob in your head.
That is when you know your heart is still whole.

PS: Sis ~ As I continue to gather pieces of that the heart refuses to beat without, all those pieces that will always belong to you. Thank you for keeping me whole.

Dispensable

All rise with the sun,
All fade into the night.
All the lives that matter,
Who gave you the right to decide?
This path that we walk on,
Is open to all,
That is our right.
When did we lose our freedom?
When did we lose our sight?

This simple act of living,
Blurred by colors,
With no voice.
A life is gone,
Once again.
Taken,
By their choice.

Another unfortunate moment,
When the grim truth is told.
While we search and search for answers,
The lost ones, we can never hold.
Time has passed, time and again,
With a story – unacceptable.
Another truth,
Yet another reminder,
No life is dispensable.
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