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I miss you
trust me I do
I just hope
you'll miss me too
Poems on the topic: longing
Poems on the topic “longing” on Poets.by.
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Oh how I wish
You cared that much about me
The Moon
Once I wanted to take the moon out of the the sky and keep it,
Because I thought it was pretty.
I reached up to grab it,
But it was to far away.
I tried and I tried,
But nothing seemed to work.
Then one day I realised,
That you don't need to hold something to find its true beauty.
Death
I wish
I wish death could talk
I wish that he would tell me
I wish I knew when it would be up
I wish I could ask him all my questions
ever since you're gone
I've been restless
Trying to forget you but you just appear out of no where,
in my memories
Since you've faded from my reality.
I miss you.
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Roses are red,
Violets are violet,
She was homesick for someone,
She had not yet met.
Others
so many hearts singe
with my feelings
so many streets flats nations
bistros prairies hold my
frenzies hopes
here fields and bungalows
and dogs on chains
but there's one sky & sun one
subtle puppetry
I'd like my words to enter
prairie rooms ship holds
to murmur some ecstatic
forest vision
find kin in prisoners
in solitude crowds each with
his flame
The Tropic Dawn
The tropic dawn is beautiful at sea,
The clouds respond so readily to light.
Though overhead the stars continue bright
And scattered like a broken string of beads,
The eastward doors of night are opened wide
And light floods all the ocean floor inside.
The sun gets up, a painter out of bed,
To work again his canvas of the world,
To change black water into blue instead,
To tint what little frantic foam gets hurled
From two waves’ temperaments with ruby fire,
And make the sea a thing for man’s desire.
The day comes gently, working through the clouds,
Which light and burn with brilliance many-hued.
A sailor somewhere singing in the shrouds
With naked chest and feet and arms tattooed,
Fragmentary Blue
Why make so much of fragmentary blue
In here and there a bird, or butterfly,
Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,
When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?
Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)--
Though some savants make earth include the sky;
And blue so far above us comes so high,
It only gives our wish for blue a whet.
Twilight
A little while ago that sky was gold,
And green that hill,
And blue the white-capped sea,
And I stood watching through these vines a ship
That moved, hull down, beyond,
Beneath the point.
I wonder now, before the stars are out
And long black clouds have filled the sunset sky,
Will I remember this at midnight hour:
How much I longed to be aboard that ship!
The Old Sea Wall
Oh, you who go hurrying, worrying by
With never a cry or a call,
Saw you a lad who was standing here
On the crest of the old sea wall?
I saw him last night in the twilight
As the long low breakers rolled,
And across the bay in the chapel
An evening bell was tolled.
And we looked at each other a moment
And then from each other we turned,
But I read in his eyes of a longing
That a merciless world had spurned.
Oh, have you no answer to make me,
All you who go hastening past,
And though I am late will none tell me
Where he was standing last?
Keeping
we never give our hearts
we keep them
love their ecstatic beats their
bursting saying
I give myself to you
but asking be mine be
here always
for my use
our love intact though weary
wary used still here
is knocked on waiting
for a subtle touch
to open a still, wide place
to share
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