Absent Poems

Absent

A-bsent, but caring
B-ound by social anxiety
C-ontinuing Christian charity
D-elighting in incognito
E-nthusiastic in spirit

Absent-minded Heart

Every time I fall in love,
It seems I'm through before I start.
What's wrong with me's no mystery,
I have an absent-minded heart.

I meet a girl, she seems ideal,
But when Cupid shoots his dart,
I tend to duck and dodge so it can't lodge
In my absent-minded heart.

Before too long the girl moves on,
Another romance falls apart.
And when she's

lover absent

Rumi: I chose to hold you in my dreams because my dreams have no end.

the night's cold air
chills my old bones
my dog snuzzling me warm
she wakes trembling
I know the signs
weather change brings a storm    

The love and hate for my father

I love seeing you after a long week
I hate the feeling of driving to your house
I love how we play video games together
I hate that it was all we did
I love my mother
I hate all the problems you made for her
I loved our talks
I hated the way you would talk to me
I love the memories
I

Mental Slippage

Echoes, thoughts thrown off-course
illusive as in "vision blurring"...
ennui, with nothing to reinforce
imagery. Silence disturbed by purring,
odd admixture of buzzing and whirring.

Lost

Lost....

When I'm without you,
Simply I am lost.

Left on my own and lonely,
Outcast from all that’s glossy.
So far from my one and only,
Too many miles by hoof.

Told you,
I’m lost,
In the shadows,
aloof.

Longingly looking for you,
Only to find you’re not there.
Solidifying what's true,
To be found nowhere.

Liz White,
I’m lost,
Without you,
I despair.
In the echo of your absence,
I’m a whisper in

Absent Friends

Police Remembrance Day …..

Whose shout is it today
And knowing who I looked away
For a tear trickled down
For a lost friend of some renown 

Our ever shrinking group of friends 
Smiled and remembered a time when
They made us smile at their antics then
So here’s to Absent Friends with love we send.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Absent All About Autos Amid Awry Auto

As it is the way with me, I have the car prepped by individuals whose love of the industry has acquired a rather peculiar name, "Grease Monkey." 

I have no understanding of vehicles or their inner makings of their encasement under the hood the concepts of an engine. Repairing a flat tire, or locking the

Your Absent Heart

Are you synthetic?
Your synapses seem
to emanate
computer code.

No emotion swirling
around your existence,
no rustic vibes 
of simplicity. 

I crave the timeless
story of passion,
not the illusion
of perfection.

I want to blossom
in the beating music of life,
but I hear only the silence
of your absent heart.

Lost In The Shadow Of Your Footsteps

Shadows stretch across my mind,
in grief I'm lost
hard to find.

Darkness whispers,
pulling me near.

In the sadness of your loss,
I disappear.

Abused Becomes The Abuser?

They say the abused becomes the abuser,
but I will never turn out to be you.

Your shadows may haunt me,
but never consume.

Every scar you inflicted,
every tear you caused
has given me the strength to never fear.

Your cruelty taught me what not to become,
but it also taught me empathy.

I carry your wounds,
but not your hate,
as I refuse to

You're Too Young - You're Too Old

You're too young to cry,
They say, 
Too young to bare the weight of you're burdens.

Yet your family beat you down,
stripped you of your confidence,
turned your smile into a frown.

You're too old to cry,
They say,
too long ago did the trauma occur,
just move on,
forget.

Little do they know the lingering aftershock,
And how my confidence is still nowhere to

Absent

Some days I'm just vacuous
No coherent thoughts together
And I use the vague excuse
That it's due to the weather
But actually my head's full
Of fantastic visions and dreams
And I can only feel the world
Through the cracks in the seams

An absent friend at Christmas

The children are sleeping
Well they’re in bed at least
Family in the kitchen 
Preparing the feast .

The presents are wrapped
Nestled under the tree 
I sit alone by the fireside 
With a glass of brandy

The  candles are lit 
The lights turned down low 
Peace permeates chaos 
In this Christmas Eve glow

It’s here that I find you

An absent father

you can enjoy the delicacy of a rose without touching it
enjoy it without embracing it
knowing it is perceived as gentle, kind, forgiving
but it’s thorns are always going to be there
always going to be just as sharp
pinpricks turned to razor blades if you get too close
you can enjoy the rose from a distance, 
but don’t you

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