Apart

February 13, 2015 November 24, 2018
Apart short poem

Photo by 4nitsirk

Her eyes were shivering a tear
while the old year was shot
she softly sighed ‘Happy New Year! ‘
And dried the tearful thought.

Her eyes were echoing the heart
its beating ten to one
the counted seconds, whole in part,
made future be outrun.

Her eyes kissed Mother’s loving hands
and Father’s forehead gray
they cry in their faraway lands
and for their daughter pray.

Their eyes were searching, near and far,
to meet each other’s soul
watching the same heavenly Star
and each part as a whole.

When Time she stopped, she whispered sad
into wide Heaven’s ear:
‘I love you, Mom! I love you, Dad!
Blessed be this New Year’

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Profile photo of Magdalena

Magdalena

Signup / Login to follow the poet.
I am a citizen of this wonderful world. I live in the language of every country, in the poetry of every language. I was born once with the word. I dream your dreams, I think your thoughts, I feel your fear, pain, joy, sorrow, doubt, serenity. I exist because you create me. Keep me alive in your poems and we shall live happily ever after.Maria Magdalena Biela
Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

Be the First to Comment & Review poem!

Notify of
avatar
wpDiscuz

Distant Apart

Distant Apart short poem

Far beyond the ocean breeze Where my tiny hands fail to reach I see a light so warm and bright A soft breeze touched my face Gave a soft warmth that I could feel Far away I heard a voice

Life Comes Apart At The Seams

Life Comes Apart At The Seams elegy

You heard what you wanted to hear You felt what you wanted to feel You ignored all the evidence to the contrary And resigned yourself to the fates But what you did not see Was the turmoil that started it

You Cry Over Me Like Rain – Oceans Apart!

You Cry Over Me Like Rain Oceans Apart! short poem

Mano a mano taut our mutually limp and gnarled fingers bony hooks draped with blotched flesh – varicose veined, decubitus descent, and aged arthritic anatomy like a scorched oxbow lake cruelly desiccating topography! * * * * * * *

Being Apart

Being Apart short poem

You and I can be like the ship and the crew, Don’t laugh, my boy, because what I say is true. You and I can be like the brain and the book, Drive me crazy with your every look. As

Broken Apart

Broken Apart short poem

All my love and efforts baby, went away in vain How harshly you did it, left me here in pain People here say I am acting crazy And I feel, I’m going insane They haunt me, those cursed dreams With