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Words can´t describe these feelings I have,
No words can still my heartache,
another wave of sadness washes over me
my chest heaves, I can´t breath, my heart breaks.
I collect myself "I´ll be alright",
I repeat these words reassuring,
I break down again, I fall apart,
I can´t change a thing and all that I´m enduring.
Times heals they say,
things will somehow get better
but losing you changed everything
and I´ll be missing you forever.
A different life for me than planned,
I must go another way,
locked in my heart will be your heart,
for an eternity there you´ll stay.
One more lonely night for me, sleep, it never came,
your photo by my bedside watched me all night,
I told you, I don´t blame.
You´re forgiven my dearest love, of all that went before.
I hope you´re in the happiest place, find peace for evermore.
A poem
By Suzanne Karbach
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Storm Ravaged Hope
Petals are a scatter
Across rain torn grass,
Vines caressing leaves
Fallen from bare trees
To the right, the garden
Holds a scene of crush -
Remains of rose petals
Create a scene of red
Shimmering beneath
Lightning strikes
One blood red petal fallen
For every death occurred
In this unknown village
But there in the midst
Lies a rose of black,
Drenched in sorrow
From its very tip
To the loose roots
Remained in the soil
A few darkened petals
To remember our losses,
But a living death
Meant for true hope
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Calm
When night falls,
it darkens everything,
only one thing doesn't discolour
and it is that image that I have of you.
I imagine your eyes,
I am affected by your smile
and I can even feel the warmth of one of your caress.
Then I feel you being closer,
I can feel your breath,
like slight breeze that runs along the sea
bringing your words to me.
Your words,
like an echo of sounds,
like vibrant notes hanging in the air
turn around me to comfort me.
It calms my anxiety,
relaxes my forehead,
melts the tangle of confused thoughts that
torment my mind.
After a sudden war,
caused by a single, brief spark,
but then everything calms down, it all comes
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Left Behind
Everyone is constantly leaving
their wishes are coming true
I always feel like I'm grieving
are my wishes not true too?
The wind chooses to grace you
caressing you, making life a splash
but my path is not in view
and I am not graced, I am ash.
I was a beautiful blazing fire
flames so sure and so bright
but now they are dull and dire
nothing now seems right.
Everyone is moving on
leaving with such eager smiles
but I cry when they're gone
we're separated by many miles.
I may not have even known you
but I still wept when I heard the news
maybe I just wanted to leave too
but there's no new path for me to choose.
I'll be here, stuck in an unw
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Sorry another emotional and upsetting poem but I feel the urgent need these days to get all my sorrow off my chest. It´s sort of a cleansing for my soul.
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Yeah. Its like that... its exactly like that.. Time doesnt heal it. It makes it.. number. But its always there. We just learn to live with it... Or not. depending . Entire poem rings true, particularly the part about being forced to chose a different path and having to go another way.
Its like you're on a forest path and then all of a sudden there is a hidden cliff you did not see. You miss a step and wind up damaged and with broken everything on the ground somewhere below in a grown in part of the forest, there is no way up, not that you even know where "up" is now. Perpetually lost, we wonder. While nothing really heals..
Sometimes I wish i could carve it all out of myself. But the weaker self cannot let go. To quote Davey Jones from Pirates of the Caribbean: "Love, a dreadful bond." Sometimes it truly is.
Its like you're on a forest path and then all of a sudden there is a hidden cliff you did not see. You miss a step and wind up damaged and with broken everything on the ground somewhere below in a grown in part of the forest, there is no way up, not that you even know where "up" is now. Perpetually lost, we wonder. While nothing really heals..
Sometimes I wish i could carve it all out of myself. But the weaker self cannot let go. To quote Davey Jones from Pirates of the Caribbean: "Love, a dreadful bond." Sometimes it truly is.