Breaking away (by firstcomet)

All will is the essence of this mass,

Austere but urged, like lavas,
beneath sober mountains.

impressioned persistently,
years-after-years,

Relieved in a coming encounter,
a place of respite, far a way!

Missing

I came across this poem on some website by a person calling him/herself the emogirl and I thought it was a lovely piece! One of those poems that fills us up with a sense of solidarity, stemming from an affirmation of our very humanity, and simultaneously empties us from within ... ready to be filled up again ... or as poet Robert Hass would probably have it framed
"merely companionable".

I MISS U

as the SUN
misses sunflower during winter time........

as an icy Road
misses the warmth of summer time..........

as a Grown up
misses the time when he started singing his very first nursery rhyme.........

as a dark Night
misses the twinkling moon light...........

as a Lover
misses sleep during his long restless night........

as a wounded Knight
misses the will to win during his fight.........

as a Blind
misses the chance of seeing a dim light.............

as a Prisoner
misses the precious moments of being free...........

as a Fish
misses it's resting place in the quiet big sea..........

as an Orphan
misses the face of his affectionate mom........

as a Widow
misses the warmth of her husband's arms.......

as a lonely sick Man
misses the good company who used to ease his painful endless harms....

Splitting a moment (by firstcomet)

Thin is the glass window of my emotion
these days, I go about moments,
split into halves, the ego in full sail,
The heart, battered and frail,
The faltering wind blows,
Taking us where? who knows!