Fleeting Poems

Journey of Life

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their eyes meet for a
moment—grief flickers softly
then drifts into streets

Shifting Frames

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,

Fleeting Friends

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

fleeting moon

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

We Were Almost Always

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

Fade

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

Eternal Love or Fleeting Burns?

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

Life is short, a fleeting breeze you cannot hold in your hands for long

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

a fleeting thought

thorn 
makes rose
rose

Cascades

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

Fleeting Things

Once a poem alit did linger
To tarry nigh upon my finger
Then having saying said
Once perched a fleeing fled

Fleeting Moment, Forever Felt

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

Through the narrow window of time, I see fleeting shadows of lives that remain unfulfilled

Through the narrow window of time, I see fleeting shadows of lives that remain unfulfilled,
Men bound to desks like to foreign altars, captive in routine and silence,
Souls enclosed in a shell of paper and numbers, with hearts beating under the cold light's clocks,
Once hunters of dreams and stars, now hunters of signatures and senseless approvals,
Strangers

Fleeting Gaze

On top of mountain
I see all better days below
One day I go down.

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