See You Poems - Poems about See You

"Where does it hurt?" She asks, clipboard like a shield, pen cocked like a firing pin. "Here," I say, pointing to the silence just beneath my ribcage. Not the lungs. Not the liver. The place where sorrow goes to calcify. They send me down long corridors, all white noise and flickering fluorescents— like memory on a bad day. I wear a gown that opens in...

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River flows afar A long time ago flowing As I see you off....

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I see you, lurking at the edge of the crowd with your eyes down and head hanging When I do meet your eyes, I feel the impact of the pain that I see there It feels inadquate, but I offer a smile and a prayer and hope that you can see that I care...

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I have to leave you I am going to die soon See you in heaven...

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Down that back road that heads out of town across the railroad tracks past the water treatment plant in a mobile home park where howling dogs are hooked with logging chains to blue plastic 55 gallon drums I see your eight kids playing in your front yard some in diapers some in tidy whiteys all of them shoeless and shirtless 8” tall grass littered with broken toys beer...

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When I see you in my dreams It's like my life is starting over When I get to hold you My dream always have a beautiful view And all I can think of is this dream real Maybe this dream came to me to heal But I know in the end the dream will be erased In the dream, you don't have...

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People say it's madness to love someone who doesn't see you, walking in a world where your presence is just a silent breeze, but is it truly madness? Sometimes, love is born quietly, like a devotion to a distant star that asks not to be seen, it just shines, and you can only watch from the shadows, memorizing the rhythm...

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Your bedroom with a garden view Includes a view to the field Here we are, looking through Leaning on the window sill It’s calm, the early dusk hour My favorite time has come I sense the smell of every flower I breathe the tune you hum Down in the sitting room Comes Pippa to lick your face She’s jealous, you say, and the fume Of...

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I bask in the shell you chose And for just one moment I remember looking up to you Wide eyed and astounded I helped move the TV into your trailer I remember Adam, I remember the dogs, I remember you What happened? What years have you endured that you stand in your mother's yard, under her tree, declawed, defanged, dessicated so small How dare you...

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You choose to let us see You, You paint Your Glory in the sky You show Your power in the ocean waves, and new life in Your butterfly We've no excuse, You've shown us who you are and why you came  Your majestic mountains show Your beauty, like Your rainbow after the rain. The winter shows Your faithfulness, as summer shows its face and...

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Not an easy thing. Subjective and birth blind Trusting all your instincts. As you read between each line Listening carefully as you engage in light discourse Watching every movement, as each word does deeply course Through the icy veins of those whose choices, have proven to be selfish, lacking in remorse. Bewitched so long ago. Breathless with each tender...

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I SEE YOU AND I ARE. ONE I see you in the new day I see you in the sun I see you in the beginnings and even in the end I see you in my journey My travels big and small I see you also in me For you and I are ONEA beautiful and profound poetic expression of...

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If the skies were all green And the trees were all blue And if "You" meant "Me" Then, "I" might be "You" Well, it's time to leave...now I must go So, instead of "Good-bye" I will say "Hello"...

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If I see you in heaven, will you still be eleven? Or will you have grown into a man - dark, handsome, and tall? And when we converse, will you be able to expound on the universe? Or will your thinking still be eleven years small? ...

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I see you, though words elude me still, Each time I try to speak, my heart grows still. Not like with Mom, where ease comes free, Your silence shapes the space between you and me. You’re no less loved, though I fumble and sigh, For in your quiet strength, I see the why— Why others turn to you, why they lean...

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