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Absence from Life by Balde, Adama
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An Interview Of Mike On His Absence And Dramatic Return- Conducted by Himself by Hauser , Mike
She Cries Daughter's Absence by pachecho, connie
Your Absence by Fel, Felicia
Absence - Sad One Liner by Chircop, Charmaine
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THE ROSE

~THE ROSE~

This is not a poem about a rose
Nor a poem, about diligence and beauty
Today, I sit and stare at the walls
Walls, that bare the complexity of life
Every breath, every tear I shed in my room
Set out to pollinate every seed, every bud-
Life     once - was the perfection of everything
Now, water drops as I drown in my sentiments
--- Sentiments that no longer hold meaning
I feel so empty now that you are gone.
 
This is not a poem about a rose,
Rather, it may be, I write about death
Death is a man with no face
A man who sits every night
Patiently, he sits on the edge of everything
Waiting and waiting,
For the thorn to prick the stem of who I am,
Who I used to be, in hopes I end the suffering

Every night he sits on the bedside  
Watching and waiting 
As I gaze deep into the dark watery walls
I lose the strength and resilience in my eyes.
Creating a dormancy, that shuts out the light
In a place where darkness prunes itself another day
There and only there,
I draw the silhouettes where life once bloomed
The echoes of my heart still call out your name
A name that no longer exists by my side
Slowly, the musk withers into the air 
In remembrance, you were once here
Perfection Gone, ~And a rose is just a rose~

:) 4-16-16


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2016

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Broken

~Suicidal Night~

I sit alone in the dark
In the dark I sit alone
Nobody sees me
I see nobody

Flowers, above
My eyes have darkened to a color never seen before
Forever closed!
 
It Rains!
It Rains!

In this room, I've drowned too many times
I remember cascades of water under my eyes
My satin sheets wrinkle and cold
I die and die every night
No one sees the pain that kills me every day
Wounds that reach 6 feet deep

Lucid demons
Bleeding wrist
Scary dreams
My mind is screaming
---
Incomplete'
Torn'
Broken-
Is how I live

I'm alone-
No one's around.
My body's like a coffin
Stiff in my own home.

~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2013

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A beautiful mirror

-Escape of the mountain-

Do you care about my breast?
The new curve - countryside corset. 
The beauty of every summer dress 
Laying down, wearing out gravity 
Embracing the same feeling; Your
hands indulged in. Passion and devotion, 
around perfumed scenery... 
     The perfect pair

Today we will pray,
Counting every second on the clock 
No longer the womanly figure before'
I will possess a new battle, 
around the virtues of my palace.

-Will you still be there, 
  when the hump and lump are gone?
-Will I still be the queen of your heart?
Patiently I shall wait and see, 
 in hopes to gain the time, breast cancer stole 
Leaving behind torn tissue, with a daily reminder of;
The one that got away.

---note---
A Focus on Breast Cancer 


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2016

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The Fallen Poet

(The Fallen Poet)

Shadows, fall from the east
Winter show, white meadows,
Compelling words lost, in a silent world
Beautiful, Bloomingdale is how it goes
Apocalypto-- my very own limbo
Alone in a field of corpses-
A field of men, women and broken pens, 
Images of angels fallen to their knees

A piece of space, of solitude
The sun a wasted disease
The more I prayed the worse I felt,
Lord, I came before - broken and alone

Heaven sees the secret inside
Lost I may be, yet you see
Offended me, I no longer sing
I wait till all is asleep
My ink is dry, a broken poet, with nowhere to go
Lost in the shadows of snow, frozen like ice
A sheet of paper, with no meaning, no words

My friends, my comrades, how easily one forgets

Like a game of chess, I panicked
Made all the right and wrong moves
I lost my way, staggered across
Love comes and love goes
My heart weaker than, weak
I don't know how I survived before, 
After turning the other cheek
I was no longer whole, forsaken myself endlessly 
I was lost, could not even count on myself

Guidance, I ignored no one believed what's become of me
Alone, I stood in old footsteps after falling down

At times end, I found nothing could put me back where I belong
It's time to get back on offense,
Walk through the new, refreshing old footprints

~*~ 


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2014

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Touch Me

"In Touch With Myself"

I can't seem to find her
The reminder of yesterday
I shut my eyes for a few seconds
Only there, can I reach to bear upon her face
The moment I open my eyes
The earth opens and she disappears
Every now and then
Darkness takes form around the blank wall
It brings out a long lost silhouette.
-I inhale a small desire, 
reaching and tracing every line left behind.

I Just can't seem to reach her
The girl drowning deep inside
I turn around to look and feel no one by my side
It's been long since she slowly faded away
I gaze into the mirror and miss her every day
For one second past,
I swear she was there.

Lately, I can't seem to find her
That girl I was before
Empty feelings continue to lounge about
Rejecting yesterday away.
-Honestly, I don't know why I bother,
holding on to somebody that is no longer there?

By:PD



Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2015

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Like Ice --- THE WALTZ

"Black Ice"

Sorrow flows from the first sunrise 
Eyes deeper than winter and rainfall
A painful combination never felt before 
At core death awaits
   - laughing while she begs for clemency!
In her eyes, fault is found in every sunset
   - after coming down from cloud nine.
Impossible to move --- her body stiffen
That very moment, A precious Waltz - Expired!
Coldplay and winter mist set in 
Ruins of love clinch an endless echo 
  - taunting the very merry memory.
The auditory sensation of broken trust 
   - stride across the way.
Icing every thought in a sullen, cold rink. 
She fell - She crumbled 
  - In a world where hope once existed 

Today, she will sway alone without a lullaby
In a room with no warmth 
One time a sweet symphony, now a sour moon 
 At last, a different tune begins to fiddle
As she grooms the icicles in her room.
On every mid-moon, she stares and stares
  towards the old shriveled lipstick on his pillow 
Unseen coldness, unsatisfied, incomplete tears
She can feel the complete braille of hate 
--- cascade around the emptiness

Throughout her poise frostbite travels in
Midnight Summer dreams are near an end
Autumn bones covered by winter sleet 
A deadly force condemns all because of one 

Lost years crumbled like an avalanche 
Way deep down inside....... 
She paints the rain like no other heartache
Leaving winter residue behind every step
"Black Ice" sits close to the cold canvas on her pale

If you seek closely, she is there 
Immobilized in a waltz, in a waltz, in a waltz

Never to linger or trust 
The "HE" that spoke of love, then melted away

~*~


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2016

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Like Zephyr Breeze

Before I ever saw those eyes      How deeply I loved you.

Before you read my first thought       I found you .

Before you ever dreamt of my lips    I kissed your smile

I meant nothing to you      and you were already my world.

I lived through every breath you inhaled 

till that same breath became a ghost from the past.

Tonight  I exist to live for what was ...

Tomorrow  I live to exist for what will be .

I stopped calling your name 

I  stopped searching your footprints 

I stopped seeking those arms

Stopped believing in stars .

Yet sometimes      in my soul's dusk of night 

through your cold absence        I feel you within me 

Ever so soft      just like the wind 

Like zephyr  breeze which left my cheek      yet never gone.


Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2016

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Flo J Thomas A Walking Angel Gone

For the rose without season is you Light between stars shine through your soul Ocean of kindness whispers your name Joy resides in those beautiful eyes Treasure trove,a friend to keep Humbleness and Honesty your virtues Open-hearted to all,expecting nothing in return Mother and Wife who lives life for her beloveds Admirable for verse,and much more for gentle deeds Special is the best word which sincierely describes you.
Dedicated to Flo.J Thomas- a friend who supported so many soupers here on ps ,by reading our poetry,and encouraged so many by giving free memberships ,She even sent so many surprise gifts across the ocean,one of which has even reached my own land,and made me so happy. Today Flo. is gone.Her account is closed,and Her beautiful words are now replaced by an empty page, on this site.This saddens me deeply. It saddens me anytime any souper gets hurt enough to leave.It hurts because poetry 's purpose is not to hurt people but to unite them.Us soupers here should be more careful how to use our words .Lets not let our tongues work faster than our hearts,nor our pretentious minds play the game better than our kindred souls.Someone have hurt Flo badly by stating mean remarks about Her,so I was told.I don't know who that someone is,because Flo was woman enough not to reveal names,but She was hurt,hurt enough to leave here, and close Her account.I can't watch more soupers leave due this nonesense.Pls lets all be more careful how to use our words.I am not pointing fingers at anyone in particular,I am saying this to myself as well.We all need to be more gentle and respectful .Situations like these are making friends considering leaving here for good, and each time one of us is gone, its a huge loss for our soup familyLet us all remember that once we utter a word we cannot take it back.It is ok for us to be different,have our distinct ideas, it is great to share them,but lets do everything with love. To our dear Flo I say -'Please do return to poetrysoup and open a new account.I am sure you are greatly missed by many,sweet lady with an uplifting spirit.Thanks for being You.Pls Come Back '.


Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2017

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Girl, Interrupted

Girl, Interrupted-

Deep cuts from within.
She faced bravely the many hardships of womanly life
How did she end up like this?
Severe depression after her first mental breakdown
Sorrow oppressed what was willed
At present in the parallel universe, 
Never aware of the world left behind
She will catch a brief glimpse of this world
   ---where everything is different.

Losing the veil in which includes time, 
Aging without caring death awaits!
Her different personality replaces reality
Things appear normal in her eyes. 

Although captivate in her own mind,
She feels this is freedom.

Being heavily burdened--
Every day she stares into different mirrors,
Smiling in her bipolar face
Without knowing insanity put her mind at ease.

~*~
7/24/13


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2013

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When First Magnolia Blooms

Coffee bean scent still fills the air with each new sunrise in our log cabin My arms around me embrace the winds of winters gone. Every sky-night the glass-pane glows in silent mist Lunar limbs stream through bedroom blinds reflecting shadows on empty sheets. Star clusters shine'bove velvet shores sand-wish away from my bare toes Another day, another month, another year and a thousand thought, Can't preserve time or make a clone. First magnolia blooms on a stripped branch Buzzing bees extract nectar from a moist corolla Pastel wings flutter on melting icicles Sunbirds return with a sweet song, But what is a song without the symphony What is music with no slow dance. His hand-pressed petal still marks the chapter between stained pages The dusty shelves recall my mind recall my heart, recall my soul. For the last time before tomorrow these eyes would linger , Before leaves curl , before buds wither Before moons move on, and I let go.
Revised repost.


Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2016

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PLEASE

~PLEASE~
 
Please pick me up!
Never mind I'm gonna fall, anyways
 
Please show me how to tie my shoes and sing a song! 
Don't worry mommy, I'll walk barefoot and teach myself one day
 
Please daddy show me how to ride my bike!
Never mind It takes up too much of your time
 
Mommy, please do not hit me again!
It's okay, I need to be taught a lesson
 
Cousin please do not touch!
Go ahead, they won't believe me anyway
 
Teacher, please defend me in school!
Never mind, my body is used to the abuse
 
Please don't tell me sleeping with you is the only way! 
Okay, I need to be loved even if it's for one night
 
Please teach me how to raise a baby!
It's okay, I can't blame others for my mistake
 
Please don't get violent when you drink tonight!'
If it makes you feel better hit me, 
I'll hide the bruise with makeup & tears
 
Please tell me that I'm beautiful!
Wait! Your right I'll never look like her!
 
Please someone call 911!
Never mind, it's only a broken bone
 
Officer, please don't take my husband?
Don't you know it was my fault, he loves me and won't hit me again
 
Please don't ask what happen to my face!
That's what I get for standing up and defending myself
 
Please God don't take my baby!
Go ahead and take her I don't deserve her
 
Please don't tell me your not in love with me!
I understand I'll never be worthy of your heart
 
Please don't walk away and break my heart!
It's okay, I never made progress or was good enough
 
Please someone help, I'm hurting inside!
Never mind my feelings don't count
 
Please God, can you hear me!
Please God, can you rescue me!
Please God, can you walk with me!
Please God, can you show me the way!
 
God- I was a baby, I was weak, and did not talk
God- you didn't protect me on my first fall
God- I was abandoned and neglected before I learned to crawl!
God- even you rejected all my prayers and call
 
I understand now I don't need nothing! 
I don't need no one at ALL
So PLEASE, PLEASE leave me alone, behind these walls 
.                              **
Please! If you read this teach me how to smile
WAIT! Smiles don't come with self blame & guilt

by;PD


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2011

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This Gypsy Soul

This gypsy soul is on the road It leaves castles far behind It abandons ghostly mist which sabotages the caravan of life It passes along the mountainside by golden hay fields where daises bloom by stream of waters which sweeps a withered rose towards the decayed lumber flume This gypsy soul is on the road from Edinburgh to Lochlomond against high winds,against the rain against aquatic monsters of pain This gypsy soul is on the road to the woodlands of your heart where I would camp inside your tent as our blissful thoughts impart This gypsy soul within myself and all the woman in me would wantingly await your fingertips to compose soft pastel fantasy The smell of early coffee then fills our empty cups The song of the cicada would echo in the shrubs And as the chimney smoke drift sideways in the breeze as warm dappled light filters through purple pansy leaves The pressing of my lips would leave their crimson mark below your sun- kissed cheek My arms would cling around your once a muscular physique We laze upon a hammock strung between two old oak trees I play on your guitar,my hundred melodies As the incandescent half moon rises above the dusky hue and orange paper lanterns float high in cobalt blue We'd chase the opalescent glow of a million firefly You'd be able to touch me before last embers die This gypsy soul is on the road in search to be set free Across bridges,on a journey your compass-my destiny.


Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2014

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VOICE IN HIDING



Hiding here inside my closet, I feel safe in the dark knowing on a pile of sheets lies my very psyche; it's only a thought, yet I am unhurt among drawers… so I curl and stare blank, imbibing bits of gentle murmurings that whisper on hangers as they sway with the lint...I strain to listen but prickly voices rush out of reach from the sleeves of a night like a conversation behind closed doors… I hear yet can't quite grasp what my heart wants to say in low dips ; like a tremolo carrying mould of twilight... it chants all sermons of a Sunday church bell speaking in tongues I knew once...long ago. The moon slices the folds around me in black suds washing a laundry of venting desire, only to find myself trapped in pins…I feel a stab, a grating chill: perhaps, I have no language when no one wants to listen.
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Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2014

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Be Gone , Do Not Look Me In The Eyes

Be gone..
Do not look me in the eyes 

We were not belongers
But,Intruders 
who happened to trespass 
into each other's  lives 

We were no Romeo and Juliette
But, Pretenders
Like moon rocks believing they are the ones
who light up the infinite sky


Be Gone..
Do not look me in the eyes

Let not my lips  go there
to that young and serene night
When we danced barefoot on the sand
with arms against the sadness of lost time

Your decision has been made

The last petal  of an untouched margarita 
withered in dust and rain

And you never asked Why 

Be Gone..
Do not look me in the eyes

Do not remember me
Do not think of me

Forget my foreign whisper
like I 'll forget the wrinkle in your smile

There was never a better place
Nor will there be another time

The empty pages have been filled

Our unfinished book - Not anymore

I am a nobody ~   an echo in your hourglass  fading in the sand
an empty barrel without the sweetened wine
 

Do not miss me - Do not think of me - Do not need me

Who am I 
I' m just  your rehearsed dream  . a metaphoric lie

Be Gone
Do not look me in the eyes and say goodbye

I was never yours        You were never mine.

I was                       You were

Were you ?        Was I   ?




This poem isn't  about me or my life,  but inspired
by someone else's life.






Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2016

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Like Zephyr Breeze

Before I ever saw those eyes How deeply I loved you Before you read my first thought I found you Before you ever dreamt of my lips I kissed your smile I meant nothing to you and you were already my world I lived through every breath you inhaled till that same breath became a ghost from our past Tonight,I exist to live for what was Tomorrow,I live to exist for what will be I stopped calling your name I stopped searching your footprints Stopped seeking your arms I stopped believing in stars Yet, Sometimes in my soul's dusk of night through your cold absence,I feel you within me ever so soft, just like the wind Like zephyr breeze which left my cheek yet never gone.


Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2014

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Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2016

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Whispers In The Morning

Whispers in the morning
trying to find your way
listen to the bluebird
and what she has to say

The notes are soft and gentle
every one is played for you
the sounds of sweet ambrosia
her feelings ringing true

On painted limbs of sage brush
there's a stillness in the air
love beads are melting
and the bluebird disappear

Whispers in the morning
what once was there is gone
empty is the meadow
off has flown her song


Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017

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Dear Lucifer

I cannot compete with something as painstakingly glorious as you
Envy is but a humbling tumble down a steep, rocky hill
I am crushed in your fits of glory—your screaming for passion
My approaches are absolutely wrong
Therefore my communication is a weak, ransomed victim
Your poison arrow frog skin rubs against my exposed body
I happily accept my fate
For your beauty surpasses the ephemeral pain of the infectious reign
My erroneous, inevitable downfall
I hold you up—I feel the need to keep you tall!
Michael the Archangel did not insult you once, Lucifer
How then will I? 
How can I possibly be higher than you?-
Why would I want to?
I admire your freedom
I simply disregard your macrodomes of ever-worshiped flaw 
If I could allow myself, I would share in your glory
Only to add to it further
But as I am poisoned with the truth
I can only be your grounded pedestal
And though you flee from humility in its wake upon my brow
I realize everyday you are living for the grounded now
And I merely look to the unknown future
A place I dread where you unwillingly hold me up
Bonded in the ground with Death and Hades
You become my pedestal, and the worms my vineyard
My parasitic feet seer your glory
I am ever so sorry
I never wanted this renown

There was a time I do recall
When you overtook me in my sleep
I cried aloud in helpless acceptance
But soon I was forced in a croak of laughter
I felt your bitter poison
I felt pride at last
I thank you for it
I thank you for showing me

What I will never be

Dear Lucifer,
Provoke me no longer to praise your eternal existence
Generations of Evening take a hold of me now
And the fruit must be shared


Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

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The Scent Of Your Soul

The scent of your soul a caramalized breeze of fruit odours reverbrating softly through my memory Throwing me right back in ninth grade where we sat side by side Your right arm reaching slightly for my back Your name resonates gently with my spirit as thoughts of you dwell in my mind Carrying me back to the shade of purple grape orchids in evergreen woods Our first kiss perched upon last autumn's twig still lingers in early morn's bone-china cup wafting its pungent aroma of dark roast coffee beans and so the smell of rubber tyres against the wind Such revoked moments of unknown danger and defiant fun Other moments of beauty and snow angels Of freedom and moonlights,sunrise and life I can still recall the days,months,and years till our footprints marked seperate paths Ah,those days,those last hours,How can I forget? Sweet as frosty vanilla and chocolate chips of an ice-cream parlour Melting as spongy marshmallows and honey syrup Fresh as the colour of every new dream which haunts me llike an alluring glance of almond-shaped eyes This afternoon,like other afternoons I walk to the library which knows the musky sweat of your palm upon my own That fragrance 's gone now,all that is left is the fading perfume of forgotten petals between old books and dust No one here except my silence ,and a rotten sliced apple vacuum packed,lacking its cinnamon and even its spice. Back home the mildewed strings of a guitar await my fingertips to play once more upon the worn out chords of my vacant heart What will I play,what will I sing,a song which isn't ours? Fermented wine I poured into a glass Yearning to taste its purple grape for what it was before all it was turned out bitter,acidic and sour I wondered about where you might be,distant or not as far Listening to my voice on once upon a record player Or Wishing on a star ?
A repost (written : 10/15/2014


Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2015

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My Rose Was Not Seasonal

My cherished one... Here I am ,alone with stone wall paper in the silence of my room. The pit-pattering raindrops upon my windowsill help me to remember, outside is cold and vacant too. Here I lay , on my dark brown couch like on other nights and many afternoons. Here I stay ,undisturbed ,with a pen in my left hand Provoked to put black ink to paper Seduced to write down unconscious thoughts Terminal thoughts and deepest aches wrapped in the echo of your absence. If only you 'd knew , my rose was not seasonal Its crimson still bleeds ,like in yesterdays , now gone. Its perfume still lingers between forgotten postcards and the impossibility of separation. Its petals once blown , still float across the boundless ocean The same ocean that moves ,that spreads breathlessly between our lands , our lips and hands, but not our hearts Nor the hundred fantasies that still reveal your footprints along my distant winding paths .
Inspired by Adele's latest song - 'Hello '


Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2015

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In Purple Fields We Dance

 
Stay a little longer come closer to my heart Breathe dew breeze on my neck's nape do not yet depart Play for me bagpipe music Blindfold all my starving fears Let the dulcet tones of your voice give us back those harvest years Make of the citrus moon a ballroom Hold me firmly from both hands Lift me high to touch the star-sky Show me how young peasants dance Let my soothing fingers trail across your caloused sun -soaked skin In purple fields Come chase me in that place our souls have been Take me away with you where this world is out of sight Where unspoken thoughts and heartbeats are enough to blaze the night.


Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2015

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Internal Interview

Living amid the blurred lines of my reflections
Stark cold fears snow me blanket my resolve
Nestled my leafless core begging for rebirth

Patches of life clumped to the reality of what is what was
Soul penetrating every doubt of self worth 
Raw exposure of glory days forgone

Dreams engulf the rapture of greener pastures
Revealed in roots embedded firmly in my foundation 
Seeds flourish branches extend and trunks stand firm


Copyright © Carol B. | Year Posted 2016

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Stars Never Forget Our Dreams

I've dreamt dreams in my life till you forgotten who I am the smooth curves of my lips and roses in my hair. You've dreamt dreams in your life till I forgotten who you are the dimple of your smile and velvets of your heart. But stars never forget our dreams Stars never forgot your wet fingertips writing proposals on the sand Nor those kisses treaded softly as you lifted up my hand. So if the colour of the night gets dark and dusty blue If you ever think of me If I ever think of you Just close your eyes Remember ,there's the splendour of a star Still shows me where you are Remember,there's the splendour of a star Still shows you where I am It shows eternal Heartbeats Of a woman and a man.
Because Stars never forget our dreams...


Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2017

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Alien Feet

ALIEN                             -NOT-                               HUMAN


 Alien life form---                                             ---Far from human toucH
 Living among it self---                              ---In the heavens like a gurU
 Intelligence kept from civilization---      ---Scientist call it a phantoM 
 Earth remains alone---                                           ---Like a secret ninjA 
 NASA's top secret---                                           ---You are not humanN

 BY:                             .                                 BY:


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2013

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The Ballad Of Poet Destroyer

"The Ballad of The Poet Destroyer"

Destroyer, and creator of words
Flying high on the wings of a bird
Drowning every inch, by foes and friends
Where has she gone?

When push came to shove, 
She continued standing tall after every fall
Falling fearlessly like the falling star tapping the lips
Topaz, a star in the eyes of envy the enemy
A dreamlike, miracle mirage, fresh like mints
No reason in remembering yesterday's sad song
Slightly she moves in with the new barren breeze,
A maze in disguise, no way out
A feeling so good, you hate
The naming of names, that won't escape you 
Your eyes of lust, imitate PD's sweetest touch, 
Destruction, with pleasure
A new day, killed by the morning after pill
Everyone gone, shadows remain
Where, has she gone? 

A feeling so good, you hate
Your unmatched precision, wobbles your stability
She'll give you a taste of rays, despite your low self-esteem 
Happiness turns to sadness, making every jaw drop
Where has she gone?

She's not the painting of Mona Lisa, 
However, it does not stop you from spending your cash-
-To see a picture painted with a frown,
Look what you've done!

Never to return, what was, what is!
You say you love her, then you run
A dry barrel, an empty gun, 
Never will the enemy be number one, 
Nothing but a shadow, a rug for PD,
Like a dream, her imagery is haunting
Love her or leave her, her pen name remains
Poet O' Poet where are you?

Advocate of smiles, enjoy her copy paste kiss
Trace her silhouette found in the midnight mist
Blindfolded, indulge by the wind
Breaking, the Texas Hold EM' Hand
Her freedom, her land
Gone insane, she laughs, 
Untouched she remains, she lives
Inside of me

By; PD


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014