DISCLAIMER: Poetry isn’t really my forte, but I wanted to give this a try. I wrote it pretty quickly (on the bus, actually), so apologies if it reads a little rushed. This poem is not based on my personal experiences — it’s purely fictional — so I kindly ask that no assumptions be made about me based on its content.
Anyways, here’s the poem!
i still see her smile. not perfect, not blinding but warm and beautiful makes you feel loved.
i still feel her touch. gentle yet binding mending your shattered pieces tender and beloved.
i still sense her warmth. the kind that thawed a frozen heart our souls sang as one the melody of love a melody we never learned yet knew.
i still hear her voice. that sweet sound that would ring dulcet tones that would make me come undone reminding me of the colour yellow.
i still know her grace. she danced on the tips of her toes like a ballerina like a feather light and dainty like a ray of light and i was the darkness, the lead, the poison that weighed her down but she still stayed.
i still know her kindness. the way she would smile always ask about me never rude never malicious never angry i could never control myself. i was a tangle of emotions tangled like debris yet she never left.
i still see her. her hair swaying in the wind tangled like the branches of a tree eyes sparkling wide deep as the sea lips red as blood like snow white but she couldn’t be more different for snow white was a silent doll monochrome and she was alive with the colours of life.
but oh, in a blink she’s gone a fleeting hallucination i can no longer hold chasing her like a child chasing rainbows i could never reach her. she left no trace, no trail only her mark on my heart a scar that stings but there is no trace but my words leading everyone to believe she was a dream. but i know she’s not because i still see her smile.
Sahana Ravi
Here’s my poem entry for @malanchavidyapith9155 ‘s writing competition!
DISCLAIMER: Poetry isn’t really my forte, but I wanted to give this a try. I wrote it pretty quickly (on the bus, actually), so apologies if it reads a little rushed. This poem is not based on my personal experiences — it’s purely fictional — so I kindly ask that no assumptions be made about me based on its content.
Anyways, here’s the poem!
i still see her smile.
not perfect, not blinding
but warm and beautiful
makes you feel loved.
i still feel her touch.
gentle yet binding
mending your shattered pieces
tender and beloved.
i still sense her warmth.
the kind that thawed a frozen heart
our souls sang as one the melody of love
a melody we never learned yet knew.
i still hear her voice.
that sweet sound that would ring
dulcet tones that would make me come undone
reminding me of the colour yellow.
i still know her grace.
she danced on the tips of her toes
like a ballerina
like a feather
light and dainty
like a ray of light
and i was the darkness, the lead, the poison
that weighed her down
but she still stayed.
i still know her kindness.
the way she would smile
always ask about me
never rude
never malicious
never angry
i could never control myself. i was a tangle of emotions
tangled like debris
yet she never left.
i still see her.
her hair swaying in the wind
tangled like the branches of a tree
eyes sparkling wide
deep as the sea
lips red as blood
like snow white
but she couldn’t be more different
for snow white was a silent doll
monochrome
and she was alive with the colours of life.
but oh, in a blink she’s gone
a fleeting hallucination i can no longer hold
chasing her
like a child chasing rainbows
i could never reach her.
she left no trace, no trail
only her mark on my heart
a scar that stings
but there is no trace but my words
leading everyone to believe she was a dream.
but i know she’s not
because i still see her smile.
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