Each | Mónika Tóth
Each love is nothing but a small snowflake.
Each is unique,
beautiful,
fragile,
and soft.
emotional poems
Walls Down | Elaine Davison
I suppose the next thing
You’re going to tell me
Is that it was my fault.
I’m used to this type of
Ridiculousness going
Against reality.
Why can’t it be normal
For once? Why do we
Have to pretend?
Just once, I wish
You would let
The walls down.
About Love | Mónika Tóth
I softly lay my lips on yours
Maybe love
I hold you within in my heart
In my soul
Every season
Maybe love
Dear
With a simple look
You took my breath away
I don”t know
I cry like a child
Love of a Poetess | Nadia Umber Lodhi
You are love of a poetess, my beloved,
Reflects from my words ever,
Forget you never,
My passion increases ever,
My Love decreases never,
You are love of a poetess, my beloved
You are the Magic of a words magician,
You are the business of a pain earner,
I shall write departure, loneliness and tears,
I shall describe fears,
And earn income.
You are love of a poetess, my beloved
I shall sell dreams, earn profit,
How can I gain loss,
No Never, my dear
I sold my heart, my dear
One and Only wealth I have.
More at https://www.poemhunter.com/nadia-umber-lodhi/biography/.
Silent Symphony | Kandice Johnson
Do you honestly believe
I am your muse?
To write and compose
The melodies of my agony
I’m not your sheet of music
My suffering is not
Your notes for you to choose
And to be honest
Only a man Of dishonor
And bad taste
Would conduct a symphony
Playing my tears of pain
Boasting his power
For the audience to applaud
How perfect you really
Believe your are
So go ahead
I beg of you
Play the melodies of your
Cowardly tune
Play till your hearts content
Play I beg of you till
Your fingers split
Trust me when I say
I’m not the one your
Humiliating today
Your words no longer
Serve me nor
Cut deep in my skin
Your attempts to control me
Scaring me to write
The melodies of my cries
Has came to its end
I’ll no longer bow down
I’ll no longer cave in
This time it’s my turn
I will write my own music
And play for everyone
To hear
My poetry you read
Is my silent symphony
Sharing my orchestra
Of feelings
Thoughts
Dreams
Fears
Broken heart
Laughter
And
Tears
Giving hope to those
Who’ve suffered the same fate
Letting others know
They’re not alone
I too have fought
Destinies waves
My journey in life
Is my Muse
To write and compose
On the white blank sheets
The music of My
Poetrys silent symphony
Exposing my best
And my worst
Until the day
The silence of my voice
Is finally heard
Whispering for a Father | Kandice Johnson
I yearn for the silence of the madness around me
Finding solace in the darkness to hold and cradle me in this twilight of tears
I am a withering rose slowly dying
As life giving water of my fathers love will never fall upon my heart
My soul dreams no more for happiness
I find refuge in the shadows
where fates kiss of farewell surely falls upon me
I try to hold onto memories melody to the rhythm of my broken heart
Whispering the words to a fading song that none shall hear
There is no peace in my heart for what can be of setting me free
When I know you are my father and I may never receive your love in this lifetime
l wish For the darkness to cradle me gently as I drift to sleep under the moonlit sky
Let me be the shadow between night and day
The shadow of a untouched heart
And a song that only the wolves will sing
The night sky will be lit by the fragments of my broken heart
My tears will be the falling stars My orphaned soul will whisper to you upon the wind that touches your face
Yet you shall never hear me say I hate you
Let it be my darkness
trapped between heaven and hell
For none can touch the sadness of my father’s rejection
I will wonder alone in the shadows longing for a fathers love that can never be felt
My eyes will speak where my heart cannot
For it is slowly fading away in the shadows of pain that shall never perish
Let the world know you are everything to me
And as I fall upon the world
My sadness will be forever winds whispering for a father
The Clock | Denny E. Marshall
In my silence, will time heal all
For constantly I hear her call
All my life never felt so low
The clock in my heart runs so slow
The pain I have time cannot feel
Cut up with words as sharp as steel
The wounds are hidden deep below
The clock in my heart runs so slow
Now the days seem to drag on by
When I was with her time would fly
The ache ticks on I watch it grow
The clock in my heart runs so slow
Her Story Continues… | Samridhi
Even though she knew what will it turn around,
Where will it end, where will she drown …
Still,
Sings the tiny moth,..Swinging her wings ,
Just to remind ‘fire’ about her nemesis…
wandering around the way of fire,
feeble ‘little moth’ in her vain desire …
though it might turn it into cause less ash ,
or will burn ‘her’ leaving no flesh …
Playful Love | Lakmi
My thoughts they wander
Stroll, meander
Toward the warmth
of your kiss
Like a playful toddler
That will not behave
It runs toward your bliss
I want to be a bubbling river
And flow into you
The ocean calm and deep
I want to be a flower
And open up to you
The sunlight kissing my cheeks
I want to be a reflection
Of all you see
And live within your eyes
I want to be the one
For whom you write poetry
be the one on your mind
More at https://lakmi.wordpress.com.