"daying" poems
Our flying West into earlier
cheats the daying.
The earth turns its curve to before,
dipping the sun to below.
The process re-happens,
and undoes.
The risen gets set,
And it's so.....
we un-dawn as we go.
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 8:53 AM UTC
At one of my cold nights , I was holding my phone..
Resting on our bed alone and cold ..
Hearing a song about missin my lost part ..
YOU BABY ..
Writing a poem about how long has it been since the last time we have talked ..
SUDDENLY ..
I was shocked , You Are Calling !!
It's your number , it's your name ..
Oh my god what can i do ?
Just I answered . ''hey
She said '' Hey baby
I couldn't say anything .
I said ''how are you
She said "I'm daying without you , i need you darling really ( and with a weak voice )’’ I'm cold without you , i really miss you ..
i know about what i did and how much i hurt you .. but i swear i love you . please forgive me and come back to me .. I'm nothing without you
I said '' But .. I ....
She said '' don't say anything please .. just think and always remember how much i love you and try to forgive and back i need you now more than anytime before , i love you ..
And she ended the call ..
A tear left it’s sea in my eyes .
A Broken Heart is beating again .
A confused brain .
Don’t know what to do .
I can’t leave you .
How much i was waiting for a call like this ..
Cold nights and bad days ..
I couldn’t forget you by all the ways ..
How much i missed your voice ..
How much i missed your touch ..
How much and how much and how much ..
How much i miss seeing myself is fine and how much i miss drinking our love's wine ..
SUDDENLY .. In a Minute !
I found myself still in my cold night , holding my phone..
Resting on our bed alone and cold ..
Hearing a song about missin my lost part ..
YOU BABY ..
Lost in my poem’s lines about how long has it been since the last time we have talked ..
.....................................................................................................................................................................
What happened ! i don’t understand anything !!
I opened my phone's log , where’s your number ! there’s nothing ..
I slept !
I slept when I was holding my phone..
Resting on our bed alone and cold ..
Hearing a song about missing my lost part ..
YOU BABY ..
Writin a poem about how long has it been since the last time we have talked ..
I dreamed .
I dreamed when She was Callin ..
It’s her number , it’s her name ..
Then i found
Rivers of tears ..
More of fears ..
It was one of my cold nights
It was the coldest ..
Silent and cold ..
As i returned to my empty bed to hold my phone..
Resting on our bed alone and cold ..
Hearing a song about missing my lost part ..
YOU BABY ..
Writing a poem about how long has it been since the last time we have talked ..
Will She Call !?!?!?
But it was her voice and her way .. It was her words and her say ..
Was it a message ?
So what was it !
It was strange ..
It was a dream ..
It was a minute ..
maybe minute can change more , maybe minute can open the closed door ..
Why all what i wanted to see and feel just in a dream ..
and why all what i dreamed was like a water and now it's a steam ..
Why I'm in my place , all of my dreams just i can see it in the sky
Why I'm still here , can’t fly ..
Why and why and why ..
Maybe it was just a dream ..
But it made me have something i missed ..
It’s your soul ..
Here , there and everywhere ..
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 4:02 AM UTC
While the sun is daying
trees are swaying
now, clouds are greying
doesn’t heaven ever sleep
has the sky begun to weep
tears started to leap
wow, the gods are really sobbing
they have my emotions throbbing
Nov 29, 2019
Nov 29, 2019 at 12:28 AM UTC
White jet stream splits the blue sky
Serenity, I ignore what they say to me
Maybe daying be’s, laying fading beneath swaying trees
Dawning years a tease, burn away the grease
Wipe the grime away, I’m searching for signs today
Pried myself outside the lines, you stayed behind it’s okay
Thought grenade, cicadas and bees serenade,
Peeling back layers, the sour tang of marmalade
Garments handmade, dip my toes in the bluing lake
Vibrations I feel a wake, a dip in the curve
Butterfly stomach I can’t help but squirm
Serenity, I saw a white jet stream split the sky
As I wandered, I wondered why
Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 11:05 AM UTC