Archive for August, 2017


End Of August

August ended when it felt like it just started

Another end, another beginning

Life’s cycle as they say

I look back and I wonder what I’ve done with my time

Was I fruitful in August at all?

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Listener

I am the listener

The one who understands

I am the one they run to

But no one holds my hands

When it’s my time to share my story

Who will be there to listen?

Fall Once

I tried to please him

Tried to be the one so he would stop searching

But I wasn’t what he was looking for

So he moved past me.

I guess I tried too hard

I guess I just wasn’t the right fit

I look back now and though I may not understand as much

I don’t regret having fallen for him once

Venus Fly Trap

Her kiss was poison but no one would know

Those who dared

Those who tried

Never lived to tell about it

She was delicate and charming

But she hid a deadly secret

Many have failed

Still, many will try

But their demise will come sooner than they think

It’ll Change

To say that I gave up on love would be absurd

Because giving up for me was never a word

But he was the reason

The last straw of the season

Maybe someday it’ll change

I Stayed

One summer day on a summer night I found myself

And there I stayed

Your Story

I sometimes sit and just wonder

What became of us

We might not have found each other

Or we may have but made too little fuss.
I wonder if you wonder if I exist, if there is really a “destiny”

And if you do what could have been, had I chosen you

I wonder what you’d share to me

I wonder about your story

I wonder if your wondering why we haven’t or never met

Nearly There

When I haven’t started, they doubted me

Which made me doubt myself too

But as I started, those who doubted faded slowly

So I did what I had to do
Step by step, slowly with each inch

I worked hard despite getting tired along the way

Almost losing sight of the goal, so myself I had to pinch

I questioned myself but carried on anyway
And now, here I am where they say I could never be

I’m nearly there despite the bruises and scars you see

Give Joy

Dark and gloomy

The world is, already

Share a laugh, a smile

It can go as far as a mile

To someone who is broken

Days or weeks, haven’t spoken

A simple gesture of sharing joy

Is sometimes all it takes

April Rain

Let the rain kiss you

Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops

Let the rain sing you a lullaby

The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk

The rain makes running pools in the gutter

The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night

And I love the rain. 
By Langston Hughes

Originally posted on: https://www.poemhunter.com/poems/rain/

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