THE ALMOST
Your eyes spoke more before you said a word,
your smile shone bright before your name was known.
I remember those eyes that looked with love,
I remember those moments more than my own.
Every moment, every word
had light, love, and shyness,
till both of us came to know
our hearts were meant to beat together.
We learnt each other's laughter,
those dreams filled with you,
those momentary pleasures of love
that fluttered my heart like a dove.
I noted everything down,
in the back of my mind,
wishing someday
you would become mine.
I thought you would stay till the end,
but I don't know what made your heart bend.
For everything that ever happened
filled my heart with the almost.
And the only thing I did
was break into pieces.
But wasn't it too late to realise
that the thing was my unwavering trust?
I still remember those moments, but now,
those eyes turned away from me without a word.
Your smile faded,
as your lips no longer shaped my name.
Your eyes spoke less
before you left me unheard.
~solace ash
Mexican worker traveling home
Mexican worker was not traveling alone
Lived here for a decade, twice
driving, he skidded on some Ice
Mexican worker and his son are now gone
How will my absence affect those I hold dear?
Leaving my children too soon is my biggest fear.
How will they navigate this world and thrive?
As their father, forever is how long I wish to survive.
I often wonder when I go to sleep for the last time,
what will be said of this life of mine.
Will it be kind words and a stirring eulogy?
Well, that’s for the ears of the living and of no use to me!
I’m sure there’ll be those with empty words
amounting to useless chatter.
Of course, I won’t hear them,
so that’s of little matter.
Some hearts might ache and yearn for my essence.
Still, no number of tears will bring back my presence.
When the casket is closed and dirt is thrown,
exactly how long before loved ones move on?
Should that even be a thought
if technically I’m gone?
I guess in death the only choice
is to leave matters of the living alone.
Gone but not forgotten
The people that died
Of Aids
Gone but not forgotten
The homeless
That have died of frostbite
Gone but not forgotten
The whales that the poachers
Poached
Gone but not forgotten
The soldiers that had
Died in the war over seas
If i had an enemy
It would be right inside me
My evil twin doing things
With the chaos that it brings
Making me do acts of shame
I am getting all the blame
From its nature bad and violent
Coming out not staying silent
As I try to keep it in
But I lose and never win
On the days it wants to play
It won't listen as I say
Dont put me in jeopardy
Go away and let me be
The sweet kind girl that I am
But it takes my words and slams
Them into pieces with a roar
Of laughter. That is it no more
Miss nice girl is on attack
To get this evil off my back
No matter what I have to do
The bad side of me is through
I dont want this enemy
Having fun controlling me
It won't be long before I find
The old me inside my mind
My SOS calls hit icebergs,
hopeful messages go unheard;
they chip away and erode time,
defeathering an already flightless bird.
Signals bounce and echo,
rebound and lose their meaning;
an elevator without cable or buttons,
a premiere that lacks a screening.
My ones and zeros add to a minus,
I don’t adapt, cannot charge, have no port;
thumbs doomscroll past my expression,
a post office bereft of letters to sort.
A broken antenna might collect waves unique,
hear words spoken unusual and phrases bold;
my crumpled spine picks up no frequency,
a landfill for a bed, electric dreams untold.
Yesterday is now gone
Out of my mind
I still believed in yesterday
Yesterday I had an easy life
And I had my dreams filled
With tears
Yesterday I was emotional
Today is not such a good day
The sky is grey
And it is foggy out there
It makes harder for drivers
To see
I am glad I don't have to
Drive
Anywhere today
Because it is boxing day
I am glad to stay home
I have a little life to live
That I am living every day
That my Father gave to me
A long time a go
My Father created me
With his holy hands
Also my Father gave me today
Some new clothes to wear
That he bought at the second hand store
I Iove second hand clothes
They are my style of clothes
I am not rich in money
Who cares
I have very little money to live
My friends care about me
I am glad they do
Also they are poor like me
We are very religious
Thanks god
And we are always praying
To God
Every night before going to
Bed
For a few hours
Now is time for all of us to
Go to sleep
Because now is getting very late
Tomorrow will be another day
I will go back to work for my god
Writing some poems
I am in a crisis with lymphangitis , ureteritis and mono from our tryst . we are through !
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 17–23, 2026)
Gone but not forgotten
The people that died
Of Aids
Gone but not forgotten
The homeless
That have died of frostbite
Gone but not forgotten
The whales that the poachers
Poached
Gone but not forgotten
The soldiers that had
Died in the war over seas
Where’s the gravy train I rode
In those days of waggy tails
With no thoughts of getting old
And no precious aim to chase
I can’t recognize the wreck
Whose each morning’s waking up
Counts as luckiest comeback
But it’s me with coffee cup
Course I had that vague idea
What those better days acquire
Mary Hopkin puts it clear
There’s no point to join the choir
Days of pleasure, wine and smoke
Days of roses, lovers lanes
All has gone beyond the joke
Though the joker still remains.
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone
taking all the memories of summer love,
and dream until the winter’s dawn.
When the cloak of autumn is soon drawn;
when evening stars dance in the sky above,
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone.
Wind still sings in the Forest of Argonne,
I hear the song of my truelove
and dream until the winter’s dawn.
September dreams are like a swan
who flies entwined with her beloved,
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone.
Seasons stretch as nature yawns,
I hear the calling of spring doves
and dream until the winter dawns.
The memory of summer past is long
and autumn chill will soon unglove~
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone
and dream until the winter’s dawn.
at the watering hole
a kid's summer adventure
living dangerous
no motivation
fire inside me is gone
my spirit broken
Your dog bed is empty, so I should know you're gone.
All our favorite places are now too spacious—
The couch, the patio, and the rug that we’d nap on
Feel cold and lonely, as I become the one and only.
Just last week, you were anything but gone.
Together we stayed, all over we played,
Burying bones and patrolling the lawn.
Now, the squirrels can't believe their sudden reprieve.
You’re not with me, so I should know you’re gone.
At first I didn’t fret; you’d only been taken to the vet.
And now here I am, watching a new dawn
Without my best pal to boost my morale.
These days feel dark, so I should know you’re gone.
No more silly drama, no more bark-o-rama.
Under a silent burden, the house feels withdrawn;
Without you, our big bone just isn’t fun to chew.
Every day, I must face the truth that you’re gone.
Our human's attention is the sole prevention
From dismissing each day with a yawn . . .
Receiving belly rubs and comforting hugs
Is the glimmer of light helping me see
How there still is a purpose for me.
gnarled cecropia
I am in the aural duct
always gone again
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 20–26, 2026)
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