Oh!I wish to be 20 again,
Living a life that I would never forget
Following my dream
Like a passionate bee,
Taking all those risks
Building my own dream house
With every hard earned bricks.
I wish i had enough courage
To do the things i was afraid of
Now i can only scoff
Travelling the whole world
Experiencing different stuffs
But now I'm living a life of a puff
Sitting in a corner
Like a foreigner
They say its never too late
But now it's actually too late
I always waited for right time to come
But then i realized I wasted my entire life in apologism
Now here I'm waiting for death to come
And give me a sympathetic hug
Oh! I wish to be 20 again.
I no longer wait for you,
Yet I still find myself searching.
There isn’t an ocean’s depth here,
But I still wish to drown in your eyes.
Just once, if I could see you again,
I’d read the lines of the fortunate in my fate.
I don’t know if I could have kept you happy,
But I was happiest just because you existed.
A boy who didn’t even understand what a smile meant,
You taught him how to laugh wholeheartedly.
You untangled the chaos within me,
Removed the thorns from my path,
You gave me everything—
Yet in this war of love, I still lost.
Now there is peace, but you are not here,
My heart still cries, yet it no longer hopes for you.
I wish to be close to you again,
But not as someone special—only to be ignored.
— Lucky
I lit a Black Excalibur cigar; the night drifted away.
Your gentle voice echoed off high walls.
We danced in shadows, where hopes do sway,
But fate denied the dream that love recalls.
Your gentle voice echoed off high walls,
Promises whispered, fading with the dawn.
But fate denied the dream that love recalls,
A story written, but its chapters gone.
Promises whispered, fading with the dawn,
The distance grew with every longing sigh.
A story written, but its chapters gone.
We learned that love can’t teach the heart to lie.
The distance grew with every longing sigh,
We danced in shadows, where hopes do sway,
We learned that love can’t teach the heart to lie,
I lit a Black Excalibur cigar; the night drifted away.
I came to your hospice
I came here to die
I came for my family
a final goodbye
I broke that one promise
I most wanted to keep
Alone on my mountain
no mourners to weep
The doctors and nurses
they prod and they poke
Their intentions most noble
my spirit on dope
In the night, strangers voices
call out my name
And act like they know me
new pawn in the game
If I had that one wish
still left unfulfilled
I would walk to the rim
of the Canyon so still
At dawn I would jump
with both arms open wide
Saying: Thank you Dear Lord
— for a wonderful ride
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Breaks there a dream as sad as that of "might-have-beens"
That wakes the morning bright and beautiful
And spends the day in sleep that never ends
In a world of shadows, where dreams intertwine with unfulfilled desires,
where the bonds between souls stretch and twist like silken vines,
I find my heart wandering among echoes of memories and extinguished sighs,
seeking happiness in someone else's smile, in a glance or a word,
but as often promised happiness is just a mirage on the sands of time,
and relationships turn into labyrinths of mirrors where we lose ourselves,
I wonder if true happiness resides in the silence between heartbeats,
in the quiet of forests where trees whisper their stories to the ear of the wind,
where souls can rest, far from the tumult of the restless and unforgiving world,
and I wonder if happiness might be a state of being, rather than having,
a dance of light and shadow where we find our fragility and strength,
where every step is a moment of grace, a flight on the edge of eternity,
for in our connections with others we discover our vulnerability and need for love,
but also the path to ourselves, to the essence that asks for nothing,
only to be, to feel, to live in peace with all that is and will never be.
Why speak of love with tales so grand,
If you never learn to hold a hand?
Why make promises sweet and wide,
If you never intend to stand by their side?
Why is it truth, that only when gone,
Do we miss the light we had all along?
Is value found only in absence and pain—
Do hearts awake only in rain?
The world saw Shah Jahan’s love endure,
A monument vast, so bold and pure.
But Mumtaz, whose name the marble bore,
Never glimpsed the love the world would adore...
In shadowed depths where silence wraps its cloak,
My heart, once strong, now aches in quiet plea,
For love’s lost light, a fading, gentle smoke,
Has left me cold and longing to be free.
You came like dawn, a promise of the spring,
But left me caught in winter’s cruel embrace,
Your words were warmth, yet now a bitter sting,
Each memory a ghost I must replace.
In tender dreams, I sought a love so true,
Yet found instead a storm of endless tears,
Where once was joy, now only skies of blue,
And echoes of the pain from all those years.
Oh, grant me peace, release this mournful score,
For in my heart, I cannot bear to cry more.
everything ... human does is humane...
My words can’t translate
The eyes of the world wait
Hesitation catches in my throat
I can’t read or see
Something else has control of what I’ll be
Stumble around in the dark space I occupy
My life flips across my mind
What shall become of me?
These forces are forcing a blank that is drawn
The interpretation of my thoughts has come to a pause
Where is my remedy?
My emotions and soul aren’t on one accord
The actions I take make less sense than a chessboard
What shall become of me?
I turn to the elders that know less
I turn to a world of lunatics and madmen
Do you know what I see?
Insanity
Well its to no Surprise
It came down to my own demise
Before I could realize
The life that which I despise
Wasn't even mine
The rightful owner
Left it behind
Along with knowledge
That which can't be defined
A love so pure
And divine
Sadly lost within
the depths of my mind
Destroyed is my faith
Destiny's no longer mine
My strength and wit
On a steady decline
Portrayed by time
No longer do I care
If I live or i die
For I failed you all
this I cannot deny
So I beg of thy
please forgive me
And take me in stride
For this I swear
I really tried
if there be
no residue
the moment gone by
ceases to exist
for memory too recalls
longing, regret, remorse
seeking a replay, encore
in a different hue
in another time and form
30-December-2022
poets with nothing to live for ~ portray extreme emotional scars
poets without an audience ~ are merely parking lots without cars
poets with a chip on their shoulder ~ think themselves to be superstars
as for poets with a large following ~ i wouldn't know can't reach their bar
By David Kavanagh
4x17
Life will cross many decades
Come and go many comrades
At last, stays only loneliness
We meet end with helplessness
Many losses and many defeats
We leave with incomplete feats
Our life is taken in a flash
Our love to live has a crash
We plan to do a thing always
But, to do it, we find no ways
We simply take a firm oath
But, we are ruled by sloth
Life simply is spent
We, one day, repent
We give a sad sigh
Our plans just die
Let us do to the maximum
To realize our golden aim
With assistance from God
By working truly very hard.
Some career choices come with small voices.
Some callings seem divine, but are ahead of their time.
Certain dreams die on the vine, and nightmares begin to shine.
Such things happen, not by design, but by a ton of denying.
Rejections here, jealousies there, and so few who really care.
So, the best is left on the table, and the remains are laid to rest.
070622PSCtest, Bite Size Poem No48 Poetry Contest,
Line Gauthier. 2P
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.