But last year’s bitter loving must remain ... Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide....
POEMS FOREVER
By Edna St. Vincent Millay
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year’s bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go,—so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, “There is no memory of him here!”
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.
By Esha Bakht
Like a gusty wind
Like a tide in the sea
Like a running deer
Like a bird in flight
Like a gleaming light
Be free when you go anywhere
But make sure your directions are right
By Amna Ameer
Some people know
Abuse by the way
It tinges every vision
Some souls can sense
Yearning in a stranger’s eyes
They know when it’ll start raining
By way the soil smells
When it’s too humid to breathe
Some hearts know
What it’s like to break
Over and over again
These people
Always check
The fire exits
Before entering
Someone’s home
They know
What it’s like
To be trapped
In someone else’s life
To never be able
To wake up
From a dream
That belongs to someone else
Isn’t it funny?
How sadness
Too has a sense of humor
How when the blood tinged
Clothes are left in the sun to dry
They eventually smell
Like a loved one’s perfume
Why must nostalgia?
Sting of childhood
Only to predict
A hurt
That must occur
In the near future
Why does it feel
As if life is going ahead
Only to remind me of every feeling
In rewind?
I keep trying
To put myself together
Giving words
To feelings that don’t have a name
But I know
What it’s like
To be left behind
With no one to count on
But these broken arms
And an empty ribcage
What to call this?
Anything but
Collateral damage
Of offering myself
To the world
That I thought
Worked the same way
My mother’s heart did
Beating with every wince
My body made
Each bruise was tended to
My tears found a place
In between
The palms of a prayer
Earnest in intent
And pure in substance
Somehow that’s how I know
When someone
Tries to exchange
An explanation
For ill fate
I know there’s no bargaining
In love
And loss
Compiled by SK
