#poems about the lost

[helpmebelieveinanything]

Red Fir

Red fir,

red fir,

do you hear me now?

I sit beside you,

remembering a time

when you were there.

I wonder now,

do you care?

Why is compassion so fleeting-

For my heart still hurts for you,

the same love still sits here,

yet we’re so distant.

Do you feel it too?

I can’t be the only one

who carries our shared

experiences like a weight.

Is it wrong for me to be here?

Is my presence just a form of begging;

Why am I here- begging-

Do you remember

when you promised

you’d always be beside me,

that I shouldn’t worry?

No, you’d never leave.

Why can’t I understand

that you’re no longer here?

I search for you when I wake,

look for you after a hard day—

where do the red firs go

and why can’t they stay?

As we sit at this table

welling up with stories,

stories etched so deeply,

they’re now just terrible truths.

Can you tell me you still care?

Why did you bring me out tonight,

dust me off like an old coat,

just to put me back in the closet?

Are the pockets empty—

Are the sleeves too short—

Do you remember the last time

you tried me on?

Red fir,

red fir,

where did you go?

I’m here now,

where you never go.

[nothingworthnoting]

some nights i wonder how i dont collapse under

the thought of what once was

and what couldve been

other nights im sobbing inconsolably

wishing i could turn back time

wanting to be in your arms once more

longing to hear your sweet nothings

desiring to be seen by you

oh that stare of yours

ive always wondered why it made me so uneasy

only to realize you were never looking just into my eyes

but also staring into the depths of my soul

you could tell i was uncomfortable and would ask why

and i would brush it off

as if i could actually confess to you

that ive never felt so exposed

stripped naked of all of the masks i put on

to stare at me the way you did

was to unravel me

and hold the fibers of my very being into light

oh it hurts

but hurt me as you please

[rowanisawriter]

[thediaryofarevolutionist]

- Simone de Beauvoir „the second sex“

She is literally describing me

[emeraldotter]

keep reaching out

[stephpanda]

❤️‍🩹

[peacockrulz]

tessa and j angst?

I loved my friend

She went away from me

There's nothing more to say

The poem ends,

Soft as it began-

I loved my friend.

[request are closed]

[moregraceful]

shakir mukhamadullin is the bashkir sweetheart of the san jose sharks organization and i'll die on that hill | "yttrium" by mary soon lee from elemental haiku

for @simmyfrobby's nhl periodic table poems 🪐

[zannolin]

"wonder woman dreams of the amazon" jeannine hall gailey // cobra kai (2018-present)

[simmyfrobby]

― "Nocturne at Bethesda," Arna Bontemps

Hockey Poetry Post 105/?

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[nothingworthnoting]

i want to talk to you

but im afraid of hurting you with each word i speak

i want to write about you

but i think im spending energy where it shouldnt be

im caught inbetween

the pain of keeping you close

and

the agony of letting you go

you complained how you didnt know what i wanted

however, i dont even know what i want either

in the past, atleast this pain came with your love

nowadays this pain is only accompanied by your indifference

and even though im the one who ended things

even though i feel the way i feel and know what i know

im just glad im not your problem anymore

im happy you can finally be your own person

and live your own life

i hope to never hurt you again

but i know that means never speaking to you again

and knowing that will forever burn an inextinguishable fire deep within my soul.

[coffeexxcigarettes]

Hungover

-

Untangle me.

You are woven into the very core

Of who I have become,

And who I will be-

And I have loved many,

But never quite like you.

Puzzle pieces that fit flush,

My edges never smoothed over-

And across the surface,

There was you.

Curls, smiles, nervous laughter.

Late nights,

And I saw us on the moon.

Did you see it too?

Did you see it too?

x

[phantoids]

end of the year again - a poem about reaching another year and the feelings that come with it a.k.a toby is having emotions about the year again

[krash-8]

have you ever sipped the galaxy like tea

[johnslittlespoon]

something about bucky just wanting to be a good boy for buck drives me insane

GOD same. he could not care less about what other people think of him, but gale? he thrives off of his praise, is so eager to please, to prove he can be good, to make gale feel good.

and what gets to him even more than a simple good boy is when it's preceded by my.

"my good boy" and he's putty in gale's hands, all heart–eyes and soft edges and gazing up in reverence at the blond, ready to do anything he asks, looking at him like he's hung the moon.

he craves to be gale's in any and every sense of the word.

yes, i'm your good boy! yes, i'll do whatever you ask! yes, let me make you proud, let me make you feel good, let me draw pretty sounds out of you and show you how much i adore you. i'd wait at your feet forever like a dog waits for its owner to return home.

[hellverse]

the act