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No One's There

I sit by the phone waiting
I call time after time again
Counting each ring as they go unanswerd
Tonight there's no voice to confort me
No one to say "I love you".
My time is up, and I hang up
My heart aches, as my tears fall
I wanted to say "I miss you".
As I sit by the phone waiting

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Beata Agustin

June 4, 2024 at 12:18 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Poet Destroyer A

February 13, 2016 at 10:40 PM

mary, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry. LOVE LINDA

Carol Sunshine Brown

May 31, 2011 at 5:24 AM

A warm welcome to PoetrySoup I offer to you. I wish for you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be Mary. May you find inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets. Read and comment on their's and they will return in kind. May the sun shine on you that you might find great joy in your life. Love and blessing always, Carol

Larry Colvin

May 28, 2011 at 2:38 PM

Another poem of pain and passion!... It's a sad refrain Mary!... And the way it is, not even a leprechaun with all its magic could wipe away those tears, and make your life better.... I suggest you fill up your house with phones, phones and more phones, until all that ringing creates an echo in your head; until you realize that time is really on your side. Step away Mary, and let time gently pass. Sincerely Larry Colvin Lawrence the poet