poetryamonghyacinths

[poetryamonghyacinths]

My lids rise soft to frosted space, Where absence dwells yet holds your place. I see your face, so sweet, so dear— Soft as petals, ever near. Your breath, my favourite rhythm’s song, A lullaby I’ve loved so long. Your cheeks rest gently on the bed, A pillow blessed beneath your head. In this dream’s haze, I draw in close, My lips to yours, a butterfly’s ghost. And now I wonder, could it be? Perhaps the pillow is worthy of thee.

- poetryamonghyacinths

[poetryamonghyacinths]

Grief-stricken, I clawed my way from the roots of the earth, The cadence of my thoughts slowed, a murmur in the hush. How strange—the absence of absence, the hollow space where shadows Once drifted like smoke, now filled with an uneasy light. Relief woven with a longing I can’t quite shake. I was held captive, a willing prisoner of the gloom, Addicted to its weight, to the darkness like a drug. It wrapped around me, a cold and familiar lullaby— Or was I the one who fed it, needing its grip to feel alive? Now that it’s gone, I miss it from time to time, My truest form of love—why did you leave me here, To navigate this world of light that feels sharp and unkind? Your absence lingers, a void I struggle to fill. “What about me?” it whispers, lingering like a half-remembered song. I crave that dark familiarity, though I know I shouldn’t— It’s the chill beneath my skin, a weight that kept me anchored, A presence I knew too well, even as it smothered me.

- poetryamonghyacinths

[poetryamonghyacinths]

Thank you so much; this means so much to me. You have no idea!

To love is to feel, pain is in its wake, Sometimes the shadows of heartache Cloud my vision, my joy they might take, But I remember what’s at stake. Our love may not be perfect, it might be flawed, But it's the purest love I've ever known But in no universe are we not together, In no life, no realm, are we not forever. As rocks, as butterflies, as cats and as seasons, We find our ways back, no matter the reasons. Though the winds of change may blow, Our love remains, our roots always grow. - poetryamonghyacinths

[poetryamonghyacinths]

When the darkened shadows of gloom cast their pall over my ever-blackened skies, I gazed upward to imaginary stars, never daring to question why. I embraced the weight of fate, convinced this was my destined guise— This, my identity, carved in the cold, unyielding ice. Seasons drifted like ghosts through a desolate, shifting land, Yet I remained, a statue of despair, unmoved by time’s hand. In the hollow of existence, numbness was my ceaseless friend, An eternal ache, a somber shadow, where light and hope could not mend. Old in my soul but young in years, pondering if this was the end I must embrace, Is this how I am to fade away, in this endless, aching twilight? A silent lament in the night, where shadows blur and dreams take flight. - poetryamonghyacinths

[poetryamonghyacinths]

To love is to feel, pain is in its wake, Sometimes the shadows of heartache Cloud my vision, my joy they might take, But I remember what’s at stake. Our love may not be perfect, it might be flawed, But it's the purest love I've ever known But in no universe are we not together, In no life, no realm, are we not forever. As rocks, as butterflies, as cats and as seasons, We find our ways back, no matter the reasons. Though the winds of change may blow, Our love remains, our roots always grow. - poetryamonghyacinths

[poetryamonghyacinths]

I used to think I knew what love was,   Until I felt my heart begin to fall for you.   It was like watching a sunrise burst across the horizon,   So easy, so beautiful, and so effortlessly true.   Each moment with you feels like a piece of heaven,   Each glance in your direction, the greatest blessing I've known.   Just the sight of you is enough to fill my soul with light,   To know I've found my heart's true home.   Your presence is a tapestry of formosity,   A beauty so profound, it's beyond simple words.   I know it's not a common term, yet it's perfect to describe   How you've become the melody my heart has always heard.  - poetryamonghyacinths

[poetryamonghyacinths]

A torrent of tears breaks the dam of despair, Each friend a dagger in the darkened air. Unlovable? I curse the stars that bind, A prophecy whispered, a torment entwined. I scream to the void for the numbness of night, Worn by the ghosts who vanish from sight. Trust turned to ashes, heart buried in dread, Craving the silence that sleeps with the dead. The air, once thick with solitude, now spins a riveting breeze through guarded hearts and skins. We spoke in currents, our words like woven lace, and now my restless mind finds its rightful place. Yet still, my thoughts drift like ghosts on hollow ground— Is this a fragile dream, destined to break back down?

- poetryamonghyacinths