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I was in the grocery store
just last week
saw your beautiful smile
reach out to me
I watched you pick something up
saw your srong and sturdy hands
remembering them holding me
at the trucking stand
I followed you closely
among the many isles
down memory lane
across the frozen miles
I noted the color of your hair
mmm, easy on my eyes
I wanted to go up and inhale you
but it would cause surprise
once next to the cereal
right by the coffee and tea
your turned your head
looked straight at me
oh your deep soulful eyes
lashes long and full
the shape of your chin
all put me in a lull
I lost all track of you
lost in a wish
came to suddenly
back to my list..
there you were at the checkout ,me behind
as you laughed with the lady
yes,  it was your laugh
your laugh all the way
when you merely spoke, however
it wasn't you at all
even when you turned to me
and said "How ya doin, doll"
This happens almost every day
no matter where I'm at
I'll see you every corner
in every baseball cap...
Even though you are nowhere
it does'nt make me sad
somewhere in my heart
I'm just a little glad
so I give a little smile
and actually are quite thankful
for I saw you twenty times today
was'nt that a handful?
jeremy wyatt Mar 2011
Robert of Callander

Robert of Callander
the time it has come
for you to take flight
but where will you run..
~*~
"Come south" breathes the southern breeze
soft whispers in the trembling trees
"whatever are your deeds and crimes
take refuge in my warmer climes"

The east wind countered with a gust
"my way will save you come you must
bear my cold and feel my blast
and I will hide you till the last"

The west wind from the ocean blew
"come out to me my word is true
and out amongst the rocky isles
I'll hide your guilt and life so vile.."

The Northern Wind did ponder long
then gave it's thoughtful blast of song
"Journey to my mountains dread
your crimes has left so many dead"

"my welcome here of stone and cold
lost soul in my srong hand I'll hold
the time for you to pay is nigh
head north into my hills so high"

And north Black Robert chose to go
with tense remorse and full of woe
up into heather wind and rain
never was he seen again

But on the ***** of steep Ben Loyal
you'll find a hidden rocky mound
to reach it takes some sweat and toil
and there Black Robert may be found
Vladimir s Krebs Nov 2015
my life has been great my best friend who is my savior.
you have protected me when the world has be came a danerous place
we travel with only our note  as well with a change of clothes
you left me for a whole week with no no note
i have tried  calling you but u your voice mail said you have
i had to come out in the dangerious world
you finally got here back. you never said any thing you just gave me a blank steare.

i start tearing up cause i feel why ou are quiet
tell me you didnt sell your soul to the devil

hours go by when i start to cry i hope you we ok


he said to me he is dying
he said it was cancer that have arrested him in life
he told me he will stay with me till that day comes fi final day
i said why did you you not tell me you wernt okay
he said he didnt want to scare me
he told me he will show me how to survive in this internal hell.
my tear drops drown my words.
pls dont go i dont have the skills to trust my deal

i just cant telll you my broken broken self

you told me that some day we will meet again some day

your my only famiy i have been abandon
you wonnt be alone



i cant stop crying for every memories you and me made to the chapter book closing the end.



i know i have to be strong srong for you but im scared to be wondering the world alone .


i know that i am scared cause i have been abandoned.


i let my demons run wild the the dark street during the night like starting a wil fire



you have been my sworn protector


but you cant escape your life
you seem like your in pain

you told every thing will be okay even when my vary last day ill all wayd be with you.

i have lost the family that i had now your leaving me to a battel you cant survive
i dont know how to talk in society. you have tought me well.

i dont know where to go when you leave

i love you just hold on tight long enoth to learn to survive th worst of societys games
getting teared up
Andrew Clark Jul 2014
Here
Short verse
Love it srong
Other poems
Are too ******* long

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