Searching for something that can’t be found

Poem nineteen http://napowrimo.com

The weight of words I want to say
is pressing down on me.
A familiar sound, face or voice
and suddenly you’re there.

I feel your presence though it can’t be true.
Every fleeting glance in a crowd
reminds me I should be looking.

Searching for something that can’t be found.

I look at a vast sky that houses us both,
and wonder silently where you are.
I will you to call out to us.

Every month that goes by you recede further,
to unknown corners of my memory.
I fear a day when you are lost completely.

Till then I am just searching for someone who can’t be found.

Show Me Courage

Poem fifteen – http://napowrimo.com

A sickness sets in, takes hold,
You stand by and watch it unfold.
I know you’re worried because you care,
But I cannot stand your suffocating stare.

I tell everyone I’m doing fine,
It’s only this heart of mine.
But its pumping strong inside,
Only you and me know I lied.

As I shuffle along in pain,
You wonder aloud whats to gain,
By my going it all alone.
You urge me to give in and moan.

I can’t sit back and let it win,
I insist from here on I will begin,
To fight my way forward once more
So show me who I’m doing it for.

Out of the darkness

Poem fourteen- http://napowrimo.com
A hue of spring flushes the cheeks of the world today,
She breathes warm breezes over our grateful skin
And sings with a voice of insects humming and birdsong.
Even the dirt seems brighter and more welcoming somehow.

A sky of deep blue eyes watches us
as we creep our way outside.
Away from the dark, brooding winter and into the light.

Into the promise of tomorrow, the promise of a future filled with sunlight. 

Mind yer own business!

Poem Eleven – http://napowrimo.com

‘Sorrys’ and sympathy,kindness and kinship,
He’s dead you know,let him rest in peace,
memories abound and grief is hard,
remember in a while it will at least cease.

The pain pours on though the sun is shining,
flowers are offered and sorrow is shared.
At funerals they flock to pay their respects,
so at least I suppose they all cared.

Why do they try and interfere with everything,
relatives,thinking it helps, it doesn’t you see?
Dispense with the charade, a card will suffice.
The one who is dead is him,it’s not me!

By Becky Bite

Fairytale Friday

Poem ten- http://napowrimo.com Friday nights alright for fighting,
Cheap wrappers and spilled kebabs strewn the wet cobbles.
An aria of drunken female screeching is set off by the rhythmic shouts of the ‘lads’.
Skirts barely skimming ass cheeks over tan streaked legs,
Rain hits down on cold,goosebumped skin,
running mascara and no coats are regulation uniform here.
Staggering on scuffed cheap heels a girl screams and mourns her lost love.
Her friends pay homage to her pain, passing her some chips and holding back her hair as she vomits.
Rainbow sick that smells like aniseed and sugar splatters the pavement.
Her knight disappears around a corner, yelling his displeasure.
She sinks to the wet floor, avoiding the coloured puddle she’s left by only a whisker.
Discarding their empty wrappers her mates conclude – its time to call a taxi. 

By: BeckyBite