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I feel her calling out to me.
From the depths of my brain.
Her face I can no longer see,
And it fills me with such pain.

     She is clothed in beauty and splendor,
Filling me with curiosity.
Her silky hands, I do remember,
Would always embrace me.

     She wears a cloud of wonder,
And it goes where she goes.
Until that day of thunder,
When we reach the end of the road.

     I remember how she’d softly sing,
Her melodies hold me tight.
Wrapping me with warmth,
Through all the lonely nights.

     I feel her still here with me,
Though her face is now just a memory.
Yet, I still long to see,
Everything that she used to be.

     I want to pull her back to me,
And keep her there forever.


     But I can’t.
This was the first poem I've ever written lol
I’ve designed some new rooms,
Since you’ve been gone.
The house has been expanded upon!
Beautiful drapes, and rugs oh so lush,
A chair that is vintage,
Stained glass that’s been blushed.
Relaxing and calm,
It is safe like a hug,
But your room still exists
And the lights always buzz.
The tunes are enough to mask it, some days.
But this homemaker knows it will be there to stay.
nicole Mar 10
you called and left a voicemail
what song were you singing?
silvervi Feb 18
As I am going to sleep
I appreciate you once again
Just have this need
To say goodnight
And that everything is gonna be alright
I know,
I can just tell that to myself.
And I will.
You are loved and you're missed here still.
Jay Jan 15
I know I shouldn’t. Logic wages a steady battle, reason standing firm, but desire roars louder, wild and relentless. If you were to so much as text me, my fingers would fly to the notification before my heart could catch its rhythm, answering without a moment’s pause. That soft glow of a message lighting up my dark room would feel like it’s illuminating my soul, flooding me with a dangerous kind of pleasure. If you called, I’d only pause to steady my breath, to mask the trembling in my voice, the longing hidden in that first fragile “hello.” Every word I speak would slip through the cracks of the dam I’ve tried so hard to build, spilling out in a stream of quiet yearning. I know I shouldn’t, but you’ve always had this way of unraveling me. You’re the melody I can’t forget, the gravity that holds me no matter how far I try to stray. And if you wanted me, I’d be yours again, without question, without hesitation. Over and over, for eternity.
hazem al jaber Dec 2024
I miss you ...

I miss you every time I open my eyes ...
For there is an empty cup of coffee ...
And an empty seat ...
And a rose with me waiting ...
Desires to embrace it Your breaths ...

I wonder why...
As I stare at a burning star ...
I miss you in my long night ...
And when darkness approaches ...
My heart starts singing ...
And says...
I miss you....

Yes my darling ...
My cup , desires your lips ...
As i am , desire you ...
and long so to hug those lips ...
As i did through my dreams ...

good morning lady ...

hazem al ...
Brandi Nov 2024
The Cardinal visits in the morning.
The Dove in the afternoon.

Each passing reminds me of you.

I don’t know why nature ignites my memory.
I wish you could tell me.
Maybe in all my attempts to get ahold of you
I'll finally get ahold of myself
your passenger seat sits empty
thoughtless tears fill the page
scribbling as shading
messy derives definition.
where the wind has taken
two longing souls we may never know
but longing for that eggnog grin,
flannel wrapped yellow rose
two toned raincoat and not
pinky gold
opal, no, maybe emerald.
you’ve remained the most
beautiful, you’ll not
understand, but
hopefully at last
you see.
It seems I’m always taking them home
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