Met Poems - Poems about Met

Not even grief visits this place. Only the soft slosh of my own voice inside my skull. The world speaks in neon, in bills, in news tickers, but never says my name. I left pieces of myself in lovers’ beds, in rented rooms, in smoke. But they never bled for me like I bled for no one. Now I sit by the window, half-blind, full-heart, writing poems that disappear faster than...

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Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Each in their box, we lay The same inseparable us Still many of miles away Voiceless and out of sight Out of memories too From darkness into the light Our messages passing through One day we shall return In full ignorance who we are Life’s ethereal, it cannot be learned It’s the light of the extinct star Though we are...

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Nothing made sense before you even the wind forgot how to whisper and the stars blinked without purpose as if waiting for your light to show them how. Then you appeared like rain in a dry season and my heart, once cracked and tired blossomed at the sound of your voice. Ever since I met you every hour feels like poetry. Even silence speaks your...

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In a state of darkness, with hatred in his heart, there traveled to Damascus with the intent to persecute Christians one named Saul. On the road,light surrounded him, blinding him. He was a witness to Christ, who admonished him. Once in Damascus, he waited until a believer, Ananias, would soon answer God’s call by laying healing hands on a man who...

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Dear girl I’ve never met, Whether it’ll be planned or not, you’ll always be in my thoughts. Crazy romantic, chilled and laid-back — I hope it will go well. I’ll try my best to make you happy — I’ll call the shots. We’re gonna be singing, laughing, crying — I can tell. Dear girl I’ve never met, Every time I close my eyes, I start...

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Scars fade but trauma doesn't She wished it was the the other way round At least then she wouldn't be haunted by the memories Maybe the cuts wouldn't hurt as much Maybe she wouldn't have done it at all Each tear was another cut Each cut made her numb She didn't want people to see her cry she thought Her...

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They come in all shapes and sizes, some wear badges and some disguises. Some I remember and some I forget but here are some bastards I have met… ...

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If I had met you in another age, when time flowed more slowly and solemnly, I would have written your name in vivid ink, on parchment that preserves eternally, I would have escaped to secret libraries, where silence embraces stories, On the margins of old volumes, I would have laid down my devotion. But here we are, in this...

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Tall and willowy she stands out from all the other women; her face most expressive when the choir sings a song. "Out on the Mira, on warm afternoons..." her voice blends so easily, a tone clear and strong. I glance at her occasionally noting with pleasure the pleasure on her face; singing with others is her special place. I stand and sing in the bass section trying...

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How on earth we have found each other? You asked in one of night messages In the facebook groups its one way or another On the same train we were passengers We got off at the same station We took the same street to the house With roses and other flowers plantation A home where you lived with your spouse The carers teams...

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in wonderment she waltzed to womanhood - ...

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How I met Josie I met Josie at the Black Cow a watering hole for singles pair of jade Green Earrings adorned her ears and drew my eye we talked about our pasts spent time Reelin’ In the Years found out she had gone to Bard College which was My Old School and we enjoyed a Time Out of Mind we watched the Baylon Sisters sing...

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You could say we never met But I let you into my world Muse come down from on high In person personified, Forever intertwined Moving in different directions Still you will remain A part of my poem Gentle and kind, Forever intertwined You were good to me Always so sweet I was horrible We didn't meet I think you're dear, Forever intertwined I give you my word Unoriginal and old A...

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If I hadn't met your gaze in that void of youth, when I mistook impulse for absolute truth, When I believed carelessness was courage and threw words to the wind, not knowing they would wound deeply and painfully. Perhaps my words would have died unspoken, they wouldn't have deserved your silence full of meaning and pain, Now, when...

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When I met you, you were already a broken vase, sharp shards hidden beneath your cold and distant skin, But I was still whole, believing love was the force that makes two souls forget their unhealed wounds. I mistook your silence for gentleness, and your distance for the depth of an unknown and mysterious sea, I thought if...

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