I ask you to bring many things When you plan to visit me I search for those expectantly Forgetting the speech of your eyes And miss your presence The glowing rainbows and the blue sky You created in my room
I’m up shit creek, this time, Granddad. My madness Isn’t paying off like it did, When I made her happy and Delirious, in love. I look Up to the clouds, hoping that You are, at least, there to Listen. I
As he stood at the door admiring the view, Something was missing his heart..it just knew He drew in a breath and let out a sigh, This was not home, he could not deny, Home was rolling hills of emerald
My heart longs for your consoling words. My ears longs to hear your footstep. My nose longs for your smell.. My skin longs for your touch. My head longs to lie in solace of your arms. My eyes are weary
Lips pursed like a camel readying to spit Eyes squared beneath a rippled brow and the words cartwheel out in a venomous stream clipped phrases of newly mown grass dismissive invective heaped atop shrugged shoulders in a pile of dead
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6 Comments on "A Longing Whisper"
Strong emotions in raw content, Well written. “Emptiness gnaws” speaks so clear to this state.
Thank you Keith for those words of appreciation. @keith_wilson
The pain of loneliness is so felt in this poem…leaves me thinking about it for a long long time…
Thank you Preeti for those words of appreciation. @preeti_vandana
well written Geeta.
Thank you Ammu. @ammukutty_sachariah