Naomi Jenkins Poet Free verse

Woe Is Me 2009

''The bed's too big, the frying pan's too wide..''
Such words collide with meaning,
When you're left to hear them alone.
Woe is me since you've been gone.

Because you left so many signs,
unwritten notes and messages.
Reminders that burn me to tears,
I can't move the simplest of things.

Counting down the days like heart beats,
Until you return, how I yearn for you,
Everyday turned for you,
You know you make me live for you.

Please hurry back, 
My poor heart it bleeds for you.

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Naomi Jenkins December 1, 2009 at 7:18 PM Thank you, everyone that commented-he is home on thurs for a visit so not so much woe is me this week! :-)

John Freeman November 15, 2009 at 3:08 PM A beautiful poem Naomi. I am sorry it is woe is you, today, maybe things will get better in a while. Sincerely,Love, Moses

Ravindra K Kapoor November 15, 2009 at 10:05 AM Nice poem. Good lines "Counting down the days like heart beats" Good Luck

Donna Golden November 14, 2009 at 2:54 PM Age old tale of not knowing what you've got until it's gone! Nice write, Naomi! Hugs, Donna

Naomi Jenkins November 12, 2009 at 1:05 PM Thank you, means alot to hear such lovely comments! xx

Carol Sunshine Brown November 12, 2009 at 12:45 PM I am so happy that your excellent poetry was included in my day of enjoyable reading. May you have a wonderful day filled with inspiration Naomi. Love, Carol

Marty Owens November 11, 2009 at 4:17 PM Nice poem Naomi...Enjoyed...Marty