Best Lost Lovemorning Poems
Every morning I wanna wake to your face.
Empty are the walls.
Bare is my soul for without you this is
just a place.
Head apon pillow deep in slumber without a care.
I curse shadows and lose
myself in the sent of her hair.
I miss you befor you even leave.
The foolish try.
Emotions are not hidden well
apon the sleave.
She saw the man befor the ghost.
The ship sits out off shore.
As the pain does linger just off
the coast.
In hand brings more comfort than
in heart.
You felt all.
So without warning you did depart.
Every morning just befor light chases
night away.
I sit and curse the reason I could no longer
stay.
Empty as the lost who's life
sit's in a cart.
To exist is a struggle when your
forever missing
the other half of your heart.
She remembered when they first met,
he promised her anything,
and she lay in his arms cradling the golden moon
he had plucked out of the sky and placed at her feet,
and when she asked for a necklace of stars, he had
picked the finest ones out of the milky way and hung
them around her neck, and when they awoke she had
begged him for ribbons for her hair, he reached
into the morning sunrise and selected the finest
mauves and pinks and she had laughed and tied
them into her curls for him to see..
And together they had lain on the grassy cliff watching
the symphony of the morning sun as it pulled itself
out of satin sheets and got ready for another day,
and she turned her head away from the sun and
fell into a deep sleep with her head on his chest,
and she dreamed of milk white ponies with silver
bridles galloping across the clouds, and she thought
of how much she had loved him and how she would
never stop loving him..
But when she awoke, the sun was hot and when she
turned over in the grass, he was no longer there,
and the moon was back in the sky, pale and far away,
the stars at her throat were gone, and reaching for
her hair, she wore none of the ribbons he had given her,
and when she called out his name over and over, the
words crumbled to dust at her feet, and were swept
away in the morning wind.
I wake up in the morning to find myself alone again.
Only me an empty hallway and the ghost of you.
Old memories fly throught the room,filling the air with a strange sense of company.
Trying to forget i run throught your escence getting to the same starting pint.
Where i once thought happyness was.
I wake up again in the morning of my life.
still alone.
but never lonely again.
JUAN ONATE.
Like a dove calling
I coo for you my lost partner
I send my words with the wind.........
Hoping they shall fall on your ears.
I sit in the highest of branches
My eyes search the landscapes for you.
Everyday since you went away
I rise with the morning sun
To sing my lonely melody.
Tree upon tree I travel the distances
Trusting I am getting closer to you
My ears listen to the wind to answer.
I sing in the rain
I sing in the sunshine
Upon the trees and on the ground.
I fly to the heights
To the distances too
I sing in search of you.
You see not my tears
You will hear them in my calling
In my pitch and tone
I cry to find you.
Listen to the wind
Hear my plea.
Like yesterday
The sun is falling again
In my solitude to my nest I retire.
The morning shall come again
When I will sing again
Singing in call of you.
I wonder if you remember the good times...
A sunlit morning with words and rhymes...
Coffee and juice with strawberries served...
A morning treat and much loved deserved...
Our getaways have drifted to dust....
A past once so clear is tattered with rust....
Memories some good and some bad...
Hope when you think of me the feelings are not sad...
We were two stars that collided that were way to bright...
But there will always be a corner of my heart that still
holds you tight...
it is not in the gloaming, that I miss you most
but in the early morning hours
when the moon starts to fade
red reaching across the desert sky
once familiar smells wake me
and I pour a cup and reflect
watching today dawn from my patio
in a sweatshirt to prevent early morning chill
yesterday is added to silent storage
a cache that fills