Buried In Words
Previous Weekly Poems
The moon split in half
ad the stars crumbled,
falling like fireworks
into the sea.
I watched my world
fall apart the day
my love left me.
- Christy Ann Martine
madness is somewhere
between chaos and
having a dream
- r.m. drake
Meet me at midnight
in the forest of
my dreams.
We'll make a fire
and count the stars
that shimmer
above the trees.
- Christy Ann Martine
oh my darling,
it's true.
beautiful things
have dents
and scratches too.
- Unknown
she is a
beautiful piece
of broken
potter, put
back together
by her own hands.
and a critical world
judges her cracks
while missing the
beauty of how she
made herself
whole again.
- J.m. Storm
Dance beneath the stars
as you drink in the night.
Let the thunder overtake you
as lightning fills the sky.
Feel the force of nature
penetrate your skin,
spin with the world
as the magic sinks in
- Christy Ann Martine
I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree.
A tree who's hungry mouth is preset
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
-- Trees by Joyce Kilmer
The kindest words my father said to me
women like you drown oceans
- Rupi Kaur
We are all broken...
that's how light gets in.
- Hemmingway
How cruel is life
to those who are
blessed with a
good memory and
a tender heart.
- Shakieb Orgunwall
she was a storm
not the kind
you run from
the kind
you chase
- r.h. sin
There's a lot of things to be said
About the people who would rather
Live amongst the shadows than with
The rest of us. Some people call
Them loners, outcasts, weird, or think
They have some sort of problem, but
Who's to say that maybe we are the
Problem and they hide from us within
The shadows, so us monster cannot
Devour them with our tables and
Pretend the shadows don't lurk
Within our vacant hearts
- S.M. Pastore
Sitting next
to you
is like
taking a sip
of eternity,
the sun, the stars,
the sky,
never tasted
so good
- Christy Ann Martine
It is not salt I turn to fire,
but the heart of the man I seek.
Let him have no peace of mind
until he comes to me.
- To Find Love
She was beautifully
Out of place.
Sometimes I believe
She intended to be.
Like the moon during the day.
- D.R.
and the sky smiled
right back at you,
like how it knew a little
more about you, each
night.
- r.m. drake
Let us go then, you and I,
when the evening is spread out against the sky
like a patient etherised on a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
the muttering retreats
of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
and sawdust restaurants with oyster shells
- t.s. elliot
Life. death - death, life; those words have led for ages
Our thought and consciousness and firmly seemed
Two opposites; but now long-hidden pages
Are open, liberating truths undreamed.
Life only is, or death is life disguised
Life a short death until by Life we are surprised.
- Sri Aurobindo
The funny thing
about chasing the past
is that most people
wouldn't know
what to do with it
if they caught it.
- Atticus
Don't look for me.
I am out searching
For a little more light to
Fill up the spaces
Where you used to be.
- M. Ballard
This is love;
to fly toward a secret sky
to cause a hundred veils
to fall in each moment.
First to let go of life.
Finally, to take a step
without feet.
- Rumi
She is made up
entirely of brush strokes
yet she doesn't even know
she is art
- M. Ballard
I told her I was lost in this world,
and she smiled,
because she was too.
We were all lost somehow,
but we didn't care.
We had, in the chaos,
found each other.
- Atticus
I'm not surprised you can't set sight
On how your life should be
Because our lives are largely shaped
By forces we can't see
- Ms Moem
I won't ever
forget you and
maybe that is
the only forever
the two of us
together were ever
meant to have.
- S.L. Gray
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory—
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the belovèd's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
- Percy B. Shelley