Shattered Echoes
Within the quiet after the storm,
Lingering whispers that love was sworn,
Now frost in a heart where warmth deformed,
Silence sprawls where confessions performed.
Hollow promises, now here to haunt,
Echoing in the chambers, so gaunt,
Every corner, a memory daunts,
Through the ruins, the lost specters jaunt.
Cobwebs of tender words left to rot,
Laughter stilled, in time's cruel plot,
Portraits of devotion forgot,
Mourning the battles we never fought.
Barren field where our love's crop failed,
Under the harrow, our dreams impaled,
Emotions, like old letters, postmarked and mailed,
To address the future where hope has sailed.
In the stillness, my thoughts are stark,
Tracing the lines where you've left your mark,
Straining to find you in the dusk's dark,
But love, it seems, has missed its mark.
Nights in Solitude
The twilight sings a sinking song,
Each note a strand of day gone wrong,
Candle flickers, wick's end long,
Only echoes where your laughter belonged.
Stars are mute tonight above,
They've lost the melody of love,
A barren choir, no coo, no dove,
No cosmic rhyme, no push, no shove.
Underneath the veil of dark,
I draw your name inside a heart,
Scribbled dreams now torn apart,
In night's expanse, we drift apart.
Counting cadence of my grief,
Each tick another stolen thief,
From memory's vault, no relief,
The intricate pattern of sorrow's motif.
Alone with aches that swell and stay,
Through endless night until day,
Yet shadows seem to want to play,
The symphony of us, in quiet decay.
Fragments of Us
Our song breaks upon the jagged shore,
A vinyl scratched, plays no more,
Each memory a fragment of before,
Held together by the heart's sore lore.
We danced among shards of shattered dreams,
Gliding over seams, so it seems,
Now thread unravels from the beams,
Tales told in silent, muffled screams.
Once resolute, carved in stone,
Now dust, in winds of sorrow blown,
A history that we barely own,
The life we led now overthrown.
Empty vases, flowers wilted,
Framework of love, haphazardly builted,
Guilt and regret, patchwork quilted,
Upon these pillows, tears have spilted.
Collect the pieces if you dare,
But beware of edges that lay bare,
Our love's mosaic is beyond repair,
Farewell to a union now rare as air.
Dreams on Standby
I dreamt of us in colors cast,
But now those hues recede so fast,
Dear love, we were built to last,
Yet here we are, becoming the past.
Once upon a time twined tight,
Now alone in the fall of night,
Awaiting dawn's forgiving light,
Hope's embers struggling to ignite.
Left with whispers and a sigh,
Wishes on stars that fall from the sky,
Cherished dreams we cannot deny,
Placed on shelves far too high.
Tenderness that time erodes,
Following the lost love codes,
Picking up the heavy loads,
Love's labyrinth, endless roads.
Yet as darkness holds her sway,
To the dreams on standby, I will stray,
Where echoes of you forever play,
A heart's gentle decline into the fray.
Whispers in the Garden
Where roses bloomed with promise keen,
Only thorns of thoughts convene,
Searching for the in-between,
Where love was lush and evergreen.
I tread where our laughter once filled the air,
Now silent as graves, saving despair,
Each petal drooped with stories to share,
Of us, entwined with utmost care.
Vines creep along the paths we made,
Cocooning the bench where we often laid,
Nature reclaims the love that's strayed,
Leaves us behind, the cost unpaid.
The statues stare with eyes so cold,
Guarding tales that were once bold,
A love story that can no longer hold,
Enshrined in stone, but growing old.
Rain falls like the words we whisper,
Trickling truths growing crisper,
The garden blooms, for she's the wisp'r,
In this plot, love's just a lisper.
River of Sighs
Rivers flow with tears unspent,
Carving canyons of laments,
Along the banks of intent,
Where our carved initials now repent.
Currents murmur soft regrets,
Expressions caught in liquid nets,
Fates entangled in turbid sets,
Water's embrace, where sun sets.
Once a stream of love so clear,
Now muddied with each passing year,
The flow has changed, I do fear,
Stripped of warmth we once held dear.
Every droplet, a story skewed,
In the torrent, all is chewed,
Our bond, by time's flood, is pursued,
In the depths, all is subdued.
Drift on now, my river of sighs,
Beneath the ever-changing skies,
Where memory collects its dyes,
Saturating where the heart lies.
Once Upon Us
We were a tale of boundless start,
Penned with fervor in each part,
Once a canvas of high art,
Now a relic of the heart.
Chapters closed, a silent book,
No more pages left to look,
The fairy tale that forsook,
The once hearty brook.
Characters that once stood firm,
Wrapped in plots that made us squirm,
Now sweetness starts to squirm,
In the cauldron that cannot churn.
Our adventure through the thorns,
Filled with love and many warns,
Now the rose loses its horns,
Leaving only the morose morns.
Let them say, "Once upon us,"
Speaking soft, without a fuss,
A timeless love turned to dust,
In the silence, in the hush.
Snowfall Sonata
Snowflakes dance, a wistful waltz,
Each one a ghost from love's vaults,
Cold the night that love halts,
Wrapped in winter's icy faults.
Forming drifts like soft despair,
A landscape once warm, now bare,
Whispers crystallize in the air,
Glistening trails of frozen tear.
White blanket covers our trace,
Numbing the essence of our space,
Time encapsulated in lace,
Hidden lies the warmth of your embrace.
Yet in the silence, stark and sheer,
Silent music I can hear,
Harmony for the heart to steer,
A symphony of yesteryear.
In this snowfall, I compose,
The ballad of a love's repose,
With each note, the coldness grows,
Yet still the memory softly glows.
Shattered Prism
Glass heart once refracted light,
A kaleidoscope, shining bright,
Now lays broken, lost the fight,
Spectrums faded into night.
It's a shattered prism of what we were,
Jagged edges that time cannot blur,
Where warmth once moved, now a blur,
The colors of trust, just a slur.
Each fragment a story untold,
A piece of the past that we hold,
Scattered reflections of days of gold,
Pain glinting sharply, uncontrolled.
In those pieces, your face reflects,
Reminding me of life's perplexed texts,
In the mirage, my mind suspects,
Visions of you, the heart's perplex.
But love is not just light refrained,
Nor only joy that was strained,
In this brokenness, much is gained,
A newer strength in scars remained.
Vanished Verse
Once we wrote in lines so dear,
Now I read the verses clear,
Each syllable drips a tear,
Poetry that love did shear.
Rhymes that danced, now out of step,
Sonnet's heart has lost its pep,
Metaphors that no longer prep,
Ink-stained memories that softly crept.
A ghostwriter in the gloom,
Penning passages of doom,
In the expanse of this room,
Our story's end begins to loom.
Quatrains crumble under strain,
Melody lost its sweet refrain,
In each stanza, a refrain,
Of a chorus we can't regain.
Yet between the fading lines,
The essence of us still entwines,
For in the vanished verse, love pines,
And in the quiet, the heart benigns.
