Best Long Distance Poems
Call me evil
Call me names
Call me
Kiss me on the lips
Kiss my heart
Kiss me
Wrap me in your arms
Hold me within your breasts
Whisper your longings
Touch me with your voice
Touch me with your caress
Touch me
Fondle the thought of forever
Fondle the thought of longing
Fondle me
Dance for the happiness inside of you
Dance to wash away your tears
Dance into my arms
Walk the path of wisdom
Run towards my heart
Kiss contentment
The sword of lust is shining
A dozen daffodils to undress your heart
Flower me with kisses
Call me
There was a horny man from Timbuktu.
Fell in love with a girl from Kathmandu.
Bursting with desire and lust.
Felt she's the one he can trust.
Asked for a game of sexy peekaboo.
Finally switched on their video chat,
but he realised he had been a prat.
Slowly lifting her pink frock,
revealed a ginormous cock.
The shock almost gave him a heart attack!
folding time and space
origami of the heart
love and paper cuts
Insipid blend of lemon tea
Murky depths unsweetened
In a grubby cup with a dull grey glaze
Cracked rim invisible in the haze
Of an all night cafe on the road.
We don’t run the way we used to
ten kilometers pounding
hard through switchback trails
to beat the twilight
Twenty-odd years ago
you wanted marriage
kids and a life
any life
away from your parents
but nothing of marriage, held
my imagination
like Big Apple freaks
casually smoking
creatively shaping
thoughts of a future self
And then you went and
lived your life - exactly as planned
while I stayed and
got lost in the idea of it
And now when we run
I can always see
shadows falling
away from ourselves
moving toward
the finish
When I returned your ring I sat in confusion,
I couldn’t run far enough away to forget you-
When I left I didn’t know what I was losing,
but I moved across the country for a fresh view.
The tears in your eyes I will never forget,
as I told you I was leaving the following week-
Little did I know my decision I’d always regret,
I was just so young, insecure and weak.
It didn’t take too long before I realized my heart,
it had always been you I’d been in love-
My days were hell while we were apart,
of all the remorseful tears I had enough.
So I flew to you as fast as I ever could,
down on bended knee with one white gold ring-
I asked you to marry me this time for good,
for you were the only one to make my soul sing.
We spent months apart until our wedding day,
long distance love had brought us closer than ever-
But it never took long and I knew right away,
eventually we’d be married and together forever.
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder,
far away from you my heart grew ten times-
Without you in my arms my soul would wander,
and I spent my time writing verses of rhymes.
Phone calls all day and late night conversations,
revealing more secrets than we thought we shared-
Even though it was one of the most difficult situations,
we both soon realized how much we truly cared.
The wedding day came and we bought a home,
finally we were able to sleep in the same bed-
No longer were we far away and feeling alone,
but lost in each others tender embrace instead.
Across the country I found my deep adoration,
it will always be you who is the keeper of my heart-
Today my life is full of joy and complete celebration,
for true love was born from being far apart.
Long Distance Love Contest
Nicola Byrne
October 13, 2016
Call
me:
do not just think of me!
Write me:
do you think of me?!
Along the forget me nots,
is friendship,
a friendship:
that they once knew.
She watches romantic pornographic videos
and feels guilty,
over the phone.
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
12/16/20
In high school we met...walked the halls hand in hand;
he carried my books...by our lockers, we'd stand.
We went out to dinner, our special first date,
shared thoughts, later kissed; each had found a soul-mate.
Before very long, our true love appeared strong,
and we knew in each other's arms we belonged.
He joined the Marines after school, end of June.
Our hearts held together by cupid's harpoon.
Consumed by deep love, it was painful to part;
we would meet 'neath our moon many miles apart.
Wrote letters each day and prayed hard for time when
he'd come home on leave, be together again.
Two years later, we married...new life to start.
Now fifty-eight years still each other's sweetheart.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Long Distance Love
Sponsor: Nicola Byrne
Judged: 10/19/2016
~5th Place~
Contest: Our Year In Love
Sponsor: Olive Eloisa Guillermo
Judged: 02/20/2016
Year 1968
2:00 AM
Very late
Ring Ring
It was the phone
I hesitate
Maybe it would stop
Ring Ring
I guess not
RING RING
Leaving the bed
RING RING
Shuffling to the living room
RING RI-
I answered the phone
Put the handset to my head
Came the voice of a little girl
Age about five
Sweet and polite
A voice from the dead
“Hello world,” she said
I never believed in love at first sight until
I saw you. Days later I learned that you
felt the same. We had a whirlwind romance
and got married two months later from the
day we met. We fell madly in love and we
were inseparable.
That all changed the day you got drafted
to go fight for our country. I didn't want
you to go. I became anti war instantly .
But I lost the battle, you chose war over me.
My heart was no longer in my chest, it was
over seas fighting for a war I didn't believe
in. Your letters were my only ray of sunshine.
Days turned to months, months turned to
years.I didn't know if I could survive another
day without you. My lonely nights seemed
like an eternity.
I will never forget when you returned to me, I
was so empty inside and missed you so much.
You saw me staring into nothing and took me
into your arms and my heart started to beat for
the first time since you left.
That my love was the happiest day of my
life. We've been together ever since.
10-14-16
Contest: Long Distance Love
Sponsor: Nicola Byrne
started when we found love and we were rejoicing,
then came bad thoughts and worries,
it would have eased up if we both try work it,
cause this long distance was killing me.
not so long,it was a few past weeks,
but now these three weeks feel like a tease,
and am wondering if it will always be like this,
cause this long distance is killing me.
if i had known better,i would have agreed,
at Uganda your home,to come see,
then maybe this all would have just be a dream,
cause this long distance is killing me.
but there is one thing i positively know,
that me and you share a love that is pure,
and we will fight the world thats for sure,
no matter how long distanced we could be.
Long distance relationships are something people tend to judge...
How can it be love if you don't even know his touch?
They don't know how he can turn a song into an embrace
That enfolds me in the warm cadence of his voice
They don't know that a kiss blown from his fingertips
Is still real enough to taste sweet on my lips
They don't know that the first time I let him see me cry
He wiped my tears with all the right words until my cheeks were dry
They don't know that as I'm falling asleep
I can ask him to touch me; he'll know exactly what I mean...
He strokes my hair with whispers and caresses me with sighs
Until my breath slows and I drift into the night
They don't know...
This sweet knowledge is mine alone
He’d just settled in his seat
behind, a child made a fuss,
the noisy charter almost full
on the Greyhound bus.
He looked up from his magazine
to see her standing there,
he thought she looked familiar
but couldn’t place when or where.
She was more elegant than beautiful,
he moved and she sat down,
her eyes were green as emeralds,
her hair was golden brown.
He found he couldn’t speak at first
so she thanked him pleasantly,
he asked her destination,
she smiled, “Where the wind takes me”.
Said he was on his way up north,
had been a drifter all his life,
was about to settle down
with a brand new wife.
She said she had been a fool,
some guy cheated, let her down,
she decided to just walk away,
a new life in some small town.
As the miles drew them closer
it was as if they knew,
these moments were for them to share
this time would have to do.
They crept into each other’s hearts
as they talked all through the night
about hopes, dreams, promises
until dawn’s morning light.
She looked at him with teary eyes,
he kissed her long and slow,
“I wish things were different
I don’t want to let you go.”
Then he drew her close again,
waves of sadness crossed his face,
they knew unfortunately they ‘d met
the wrong time in the wrong place.”
****
She watched them through the window,
his backward glance as they walked away,
falling in love on a Greyhound bus,
she still thinks of him today.
She knew she’d not forget him,
love between the two had grown,
but he had disembarked to his destiny,
she had stayed on board to her own.
Long the distance existing between us,
making things a little complicated,
leaving confusion and a slight mistrust.
And yet we both are still quite unsated.
Thoughts are not too clear when speaking to you,
making stupidity quite evident,
leaving me seem worthless: annoying too.
And yet you stay, listening to me vent.
You make fun, picking on me constantly.
Making me smile and laugh, you're such a goof.
But when you joke about leaving, you see,
I'm stuck with a fear of you gone, just poof.
I want to be with you, if only i could.
I love you, more than i probably should.
A MEANING FOR EACH DAY
The long-distance run begins again
From its dawning burst upon
The route of each unique day —
Evolving, exerting, energizing, elating.
The far distances: a crossing from
Vague inspirations to verses, persisting
Like the birds that squawk at treetops,
Wondering how their cousins sweetly sing?
The deepest longings prayerfully
Reach up:
thought to motion,
With the blessed guidance to rise
Out of self:
from kernel to cosmos—
Like a Phoenix springing to a marathon
Flight across continents with
sea waves mirroring the soar and
Gracing spread wings
With strength for the unfolding search.
Our earth-born lives, bearing
our spirt quests may
Bloom into a growing of faith,
and to a consequential want
To follow in Christ’s deliberate,
Loving footsteps…Fully perceiving
Others while the run of hours
…pauses
To touch the Shepherd…
Learning that starting points and finishing
Lines are neither one beyond us…
By inches or instants,
Wearing our inherited,
ancient, wind-lifted capes, our
Every step taken, and hope given teaches:
Meaning is the bed
of the very paths
we choose to walk.
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(C) sally young Eslinger 1/22