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Lily Valley Poem
Counting three , two, one, and closing those eye's
My last breath is shaky and smile is wrinkled,
The dried rose in my book has crumbled,
What a peaceful day to sleep, I still wonder,
The light infront of me is fading as the darkness wants to hug me tight,
It's arm's are on my shoulder giving me a soft smile,
The seven minutes of memories, the laughter's, the tear's, and whisper's are echoing in my mind, whether heaven or hell I must sleep tight,
The death hands over me a clock , ticking, three , two, and one.
Let's meet again in a new universe.
Copyright © Lily Valley | Year Posted 2025
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Lily Valley Poem
What if one day the death comes knocking at my door uninvited,
What if it's my last day to see my loved smiling,
What will happen to the list of places I wrote, where I wanted to explore,
What will happen to my bucket list , the long drive midnight,
What will happen to my dreams , the hard work I've been doing,
To my favourite type of dress or the jewelry I wanted to purchase,
The love I've longed for, the light laughter , soft hugs and kisses I've been dreaming off,
The white gown on my weeding night and a gaze never leaving mine,
But I would still like to know where I'd be buried or the flowers i would receive,
How many would mourn and cry or how many would laugh at my sight,
How many curse and how many wouldn't come,
Isn't it a funny thought , my love?
I do want to see myself age, thick white strands and wrinkled hands ,
But I would still like to see if I'd smile or cry when the uninvited guest would arrive.
Copyright © Lily Valley | Year Posted 2025
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Lily Valley Poem
I steal the time and i steal the heart,
I steal the memories and i steal the scars,
I was a thief who stole for love,
But finally they caught me deciding how should I'd punished as I was a thief who stole laughter,
I was a thief who stole sadness,
But it was a crime they said in the end,
Would they burn me or buried me alive,
Would they behead me or cut me alive,
I accept any punishment as I was a thief who likes to steal the pain,
No draconian law affects me or cage me as I became a thief who stole the freedom and fate,
I died laughing as crimson was dripping from my flesh,
In the end I was called a thief who stole his own death.
Copyright © Lily Valley | Year Posted 2025
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Lily Valley Poem
Can you see the rain droplets trailing down the window,
Tracing a map to utopia,
We made a promise have you forgotten,
Well so many you couldn't count,
While whispering preety words to me I felt your warmth,
As a single crystal of memories trailing down my cheek,
Tracing a map to paradise,
I had promised to never leave your side but foolish me forgot to take the promise from your side,
Now you are a dust of gold in air,
A fregrance long forgotten,
As I look at the limitless sky,
Still holding on to that promise which fate has rejected,
Which never meant to last.
Copyright © Lily Valley | Year Posted 2025
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Lily Valley Poem
Memories are like the delicate smoke in air,
Some are fresh and vivid, while some are fading slowly,
The intoxicating fragrance that is still alive,
While writing these twelve minutes have died,
Just yesterday white bloom was glowing under the twilight,
But now only one petal has been left behind,
Inhaling the smoke as they once were my sweetest memories,
But now the smoke has become toxic,
It has started to sting my eyes,
Making them red under the quilt at night.
Copyright © Lily Valley | Year Posted 2025
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Lily Valley Poem
Under a yellow lamp I wrote a letter,
Poured my heart on a paper,
The ink I used was my own blood,
A red crimson on a white pearl,
I placed it under a purple envelope,
Fold it with great adoration,
Let me pour the hot wax and seal it with precious florals
It was adorned with jems and stones,
The most shiny thing I could thought off
I post it using the postbox, but it was never received as the address was missing,
A letter without a home like a rose without it's thorns,
But I will keep sending my pieces of heart,
Until it can found a way back home.
Copyright © Lily Valley | Year Posted 2025
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