Now that you are gone — I stand —
In hollow rooms — without a hand —
The light has thinned — the air is cold —
A silence — heavier than Gold —
I do not know — what next to do —
Your shadow lingers — but not you —
Each stair — remembers where you trod —
And keeps the Secret — from its God —
You were — a World — entire — and vast —
But Worlds collapse — and cannot last —
I measure now — three feet — by six —
Where Earth with Wood — in sorrow — mix —
The Lid is cracked — the grain is torn —
And yet — I dream you might be born —
Again — in some unspoken Thread —
That binds the Living — to the Dead —
They say — Entanglement — is true —
Though I confess — I never knew —
How one small Leaf — that shivers — Green —
Could prove a Bond — in what is Seen —
If you still breathe — beyond the Stone —
Perhaps — I do not grieve — alone —
And every tremor — in the Tree —
Reminds — that you — remember Me —
Sometimes with increased wealth
We have to give much more of ourselves
In the dawn's gentle light, I see my mistake,
On our special day, I caused your heartache.
Forgive my foolishness, my words out of line,
I never meant to tarnish our love's shine.
With every breath, I regret the pain I caused,
In moments of anger, reason was paused.
But in the morning's glow, I see clear,
I'm sorry, my love, for my actions sincere.
Let me make amends, let me make it right,
I'll hold you close through the darkest night.
For in your embrace, I find my peace,
My love for you will never cease.
Sometimes we stare
Into the eyes
Of oncoming cars
Merely for the thrill of it,
To pretend as they do in stories
That the good hero darts away
Just in time,
While the evil villain is crushed
Beneath the vehicle, blood on his lips.
We wait
Until the last possible moment
Pulling back
To understand
Which role we play.
Taunted by luxury, a life of ease.
I struggled to utter the words, “sir, please”?
I’d become distraught by my circumstance.
I saw no way alone; I could advance.
I knew the time in my life had now come,
To lose my ego, ask help from someone.
With all my money, I’d still have to ask,
Or accept my failure at this one task.
With money and self my only allies,
Having no solution was a surprise.
Sometimes our dreams may require another,
Like a friend, stranger, sister, or brother.
With my deepest desire, I long to teach.
Without another, it’s out of my reach.
Sometimes I want to be the air and flow far away so no one can catch me, no one can hold me.
Sometimes I want to be the water in the rivers to feel pure and flow effortlessly.
And sometimes I want to be the rain drops that fall so hard on the ground that it just destroy itself into tiny droplets.
Laugh out loud: a good belly blast is good for the soul.
Lots of love: spreading it is graceful and fulfilling.
Lots of laughs: The more, the merrier.
Losers of Lazarus: Most of us but not me or you.
Luckiest of luck: Certainly, I wish this for everyone.
Luscious over luster: You really shine, baby.
Laidback over lackadaisical: I really do care.
Lots of lollipops: why not, I like lollipops.
Land of lambda: The 11th homie.
Look over lacuna: Look between the lines.
Did I miss any?
Lol
Sometimes I hide the truth in words that dance among shadows and lights,
I tell you that I want nothing from you, not even in exchange for these lines,
But if you look deeply, you'll see how I try to make you mine in silence,
Persistently, in ways I hope you won't notice, but always feel.
I sometimes hide you between verses, only I know you're there, a secret kept,
Other times I write you so openly, it feels like I'm baring my soul to you,
And when you read, I wait for that spark, that moment when you recognize yourself in them,
In every curve of my sentences, a mirror reflecting your essence.
I don't care for compliments, I don't long for applause or hollow praises,
All I want are pieces of you, a smile, a word, a shared laugh,
Just enough to keep alive the hope that one day you'll be part of me,
A dream intertwined with reality, a story told in whispers and silences.
It might be a city of paradise in Bosnia,
Its memories are as fragile as a vase
The horrors and tears stained on the canvas of time
And it's something that no one forgets.
With a child snatched from his mother,
Begging her to pray for his soul
As fear ascends like a dark cloud
Standing in line and awaitng the bullet of death.
Why does it always hurt us much?
Hatred with all in the name of religion,
We deserve to live as equals
And always pledge to "Never Again."
Sometimes he eats in silence and still sets a plate for her.
Sometimes the mirror fogs but her reflection stays.
Sometimes he opens the closet just to breathe her in.
Sometimes he flinches when her song enters the room.
Sometimes he writes letters to a mailbox six feet deep.
Sometimes he wears her favorite color like a wound.
Sometimes he cooks her favorite meal and throws it away.
Sometimes he calls her phone and answers it himself.
Sometimes he goes grocery shopping and still buys her shampoo.
Sometimes he wonders how long love is supposed to last.
Sometimes he aches to know if he’s broken or just faithful.
Sometimes he laughs and it tastes like betrayal.
Sometimes he feels haunted, sometimes devoted.
Sometimes you don’t need pulse to feel presence.
Sometimes you love harder after goodbye.
Yes, world—he is in love with a woman he can’t see,
And that love is the most alive part of him.
At times l get a little depressed
~ Disappointed
~ Disillusioned
~ Disheartened
~ Deflated
When selfish, thoughtless, unkind humans
Step in the way on life’s path to happiness
My wallet is empty of cash
When it appears which is rarely
I usually give it away
Doesn’t really matter, not really
It’s gone as soon as I get it anyway
It never lasts but that's okay
Besides, I have plenty of credit
VISA, MasterCard, Discovery
And the more I “spend”
With that lending hand
The more trust I build
Upping my score. Score!
Up the stakes, wait, change the rules?
Now, it’s me who can’t trust, who?
Sky rocketing interest rates
A debt that’s out of control
Taxing me everywhere I go
The scam’s all decorated
Beautifully choreographed
Beautifully camouflaged
All alluring, so endearing
As I assume my plastic smile
At my recently installed
Big beautiful screen on the wall.
The med staff may hear my voice squeak
Where they insert tubes we won’t speak
Since this causes pain
I wish they’d refrain
Or try going straight not oblique
Do you now feel at ease?
When it's all said and done
When you've seen and loved
Saw the darkest side of life
And even questioned the sands of time
When you looked up in the sky
And acknowledged the beauty of the sun
Seen storms imbibe people and trees
How did you feel?
When you sometimes had friends
But sometimes thought you didn't care
How much hurt or happiness did it bring?
Did you have those nights where you could not sleep?
When you said you were fine but you were not
You wanted to vent but kept it short
When you saw the worst but kept going
Did you ever feel like quitting?
You were not wrong to feel wounded
You weren't wrong to keep your heart wooden
I want you to ask yourself this,
"Do I now feel at ease?"
Sometimes, I wonder
What success truly means
If it steals your peace
Or dims the joy in your loved ones’ dreams.
I watch the world in motion
Racing for applause and praise
Chasing coins that melts easily
While warm hearts drift away.
They miss the meals that matter
Trading laughter for a task
Declining calls with trembling guilt
Behind masks of ambition.
Sometimes, I truly wonder
What success is meant to be
If love is left unanswered
And you dine alone in victory.
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