initially thought
I Am Anaya Asian girl
looking at the sky
“An Old PhotoOf You“.
I just found…. A photo of you,
The photo is old,
but my memories of you… are new.
These are the days.. that just fade away,
Never know what to say, or do.
I stay in bed all night and day,
Shots of whisky to make me…
but I’m just counting sheep
And lying here wide awake, … just.
Staring at that photo of you.
And.. the emptiness of life.
Haunted by an old photo of you.
And the sheep painted on your cute little red shoes.
Before that drunk driver……. killed you.
And.. the emptiness of life.
With just An old photo of you,
And the white sheep painted on your cute little red shoes.
© London F. BuSS
she brought me warmth
cold icy winds howl
I still have her photo
The pictures of yesterday
tell a truth we've forgotten,
with our every instant
recorded and filtered,
rehearsed and scripted.
Our parent's snapshots,
though some black and white,
imperfect and tattered
from so many witnesses,
are frozen moments in time.
We will never be as honest again.
I never knew Santa Claus had a wife,
until I saw her photo on his shelf.
Seems he leads a cozy family life
For the joy he spreads goes beyond himself.
And who would guess that Santa has a child?
Perhaps that's why he gives with such delight.
With children's faces, radiant and wild,
Reflect his own child's joy on Christmas night.
His family also loves red and white:
The colors of their clothes throughout the year.
Like the roses in gardens, blooming bright,
They bring radiance and joy far and near.
But this Santa lives not at the North pole,
He lives right here within my neighborhood,
All year round, children stay within his soul,
For his wish is to make their lives feel good.
"To see in color is a delight for the eye but to see in black and white is a delight for the soul". - Andri Cauldwell
Just an old photograph, in black and white
No dye to reflect the calm of hope’s song
Shadows blow across the heart’s golden light
Snapshot comes alive, a soul seems so strong
Image of light and love, sure to excite
Singing wonder through hearts all their lifelong
While the past will remind me of His grace
There’s joy that nothing on earth can replace
Just an old photograph, meant to inspire
Faded thoughts echo a silent prayer
Black and white beauty I always admire
Wonder from a heart who is still aware
Eager breaths of elation start a fire
Just an old photo who was meant to share
In the end, I hope the heart will believe
Love snapped a photograph for those who grieve.
Total blackout
Saw the bright moon
Take nice photo.
Times photo
First shot you're in the stomach. The ultimate invasion sits upon the blind tails of a used clock. The winding roads and cement sidewalk plead from the usual birds of sunrise.
The second shot is your birth, capturing the fake and bold who have never understood why they exist but by the grand arrival of the only one who has no unedited side reason for being there. Earth doesn't stop, and the dead still get buried. Cold, in pain, and cut from comfort.
The third shot is your 1st birthday, the only reason to get ed up. At an offsprings occasion, why not throw gas on a fire? Why not sink into the fun? Chew the fat with those you need not see again. Host to those who can't afford to give but only receive. The last and final shot is when you fall the end happens slowly, the only shot that doesn't become a blur where you can ignore the heart of the empty pit you once return to.
The shadow I cast on the corridor wall
Covers my father’s radiant photo frame
Night’s transcripts are saved on the iron chest
Stacking the secrets tied in bundles
Apologies are like incense sticks and the
truths are ever scrawled on my arid skin
I want to talk but my voice down and down
till it becomes barely a whisper
It is one of those nights when I can't
Close my eyes and sleep in tranquility
Moreover moonlight wants to dance on the shaky railings and try to slip inside
I want to reach out and take his hand
Each moment waiting its own turn to go back
A faded photo of his father
all that’s left of the man
A centerpiece in his son’s home
on the mantle it stands
The creases in the photo
match those on his face
His legacy, hard labor
~ lifelines to trace
September 15, 2024
Letters or Photographs Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Ink Empress
sitting close
is not enough
for entwinement
for if heart hesitates
magic of love is denied
and spontaneity is scarred
crippling vibrance of innocence
Mom said, “No sex before marriage,”
With rules she thought were quite sage.
But in her wedding shot,
I see a twist in the plot—
Was her vow just a part of the age?
Mom said, "I’d no sex ‘til our wedding day",
Showing nuptial photo that first of May;
I was their cute ring bearer,
How could I believe in her,
But dad said, "We paid surrogate mom Kaye".
Old photo
pleasing tan
memories
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