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Poem Details | by
Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
pets,
He bites his nails beside me on the bed
so loudly! This strange habit is most grating.
I’d like to throw a pillow at his head,
but he would just continue, not abating.
I’m used to just how vexing he can get,
like when he begs for food that I am eating.
When someone comes to call, he gets upset;
then settles down and gives a gleeful greeting -
Unless the visitor is someone small!
He sits and stares if I pick up a child
then panics if the infant starts to bawl.
I love my doggy though he gets so wild!
Although a naughty child himself is he,
how sweet and trusting is his love for me.
Poem Details | by
Janette Fisher |
Categories:
angst, death, husband, lost love
My life was gently moving on
Grief abating, resolve growing strong
Until his kiss, within a dream
Ripped away the seams
Holding back the pain deep in my core,
Tears fell once more.....
Poem Details | by
ANDREA TRAVIS |
Categories:
life
Wanting, waiting
Desperately seeking
Searching, eyes fading
Tears are streaking
Hope not abating
Looking for signs
Distant, heartbeat
Stars to align
To be complete
Have something as mine
Here within the void
Widening, berth
Love to be enjoyed
All that its worth
Not to be toyed
Lost to life
Stranded, islet
Upon stormy strife
To be found yet
In the counterlife.
Poem Details | by
Peter Rangus |
Categories:
loneliness,
No man has loved a stranger so,
As my have friends adored me.
Through time that passed us by so slow,
They showed but love toward me.
Yet when I weep they see me cheer,
They do not feel me rotting,
They haven't seen my darkest sphere,
They are no good at spotting.
Remaining only seen by me,
I'm my reflection dating.
I'd like to fly somewhere and see,
If she's indeed there waiting.
But I can't grow a pair of wings,
I'm forced to be awaiting,
For you to tow our pair of wings,
So we can stop abating.
Poem Details | by
david mohn |
Categories:
death, spiritual,
The slow soft solitary waltz has begun
Thoughts of unfulfilled dreams and goals
Thoughts of love and lovers loved and lost
Thoughts of smiles created and eyes elated
Thoughts of fear fading, consciousness abating
Kinetic stardust to history’s whispers
Eyes closing, going home
Poem Details | by
James Bagley |
Categories:
love,
Watching, waiting, breath never abating
Sitting here nervous, shaking
I am waiting, take me