Roaring through the field Originating from the sky. Blackened light ripping through my eyes. A loud crash, A distant spark, And so begins the violence in my heart. Pouring through my skin Soaking me to the bone Is it OK to say I wanna go home? I feel alone in this silence I'm left to …
This week on PresserPoets, WordPress’ newest website dedicated to poetry, we’re celebrating and discussing long distance love!
It’s a form of relationships many people live through and endure, so we thought we should pay homage to it all through a week dedicated to those strong enough to love distantly!
This is the first, of three, poems that I have submitted for this week! I hope you enjoy it, and if you haven’t yet, make sure you follow us over there! 🙂
You are loved.
You are valued.
For years, we’ve held each other in our minds.
For years, I’ve held your hand in my heart.
There’s something unique about the passing of time
When it’s as if we’re light-years apart.
It’s true, what they say,
That distance brings difficulty.
“Love is hard enough these days
Without being apart physically.”
I mean, I get where they’re coming from.
We have our good days and then some not so.
The space between us succumbs
To the crazy love we share, though.
We’re normal people. Not crazy, right?
It’s not like we control the sunrise or moonlit sky.
I’m sure if we were given that power tonight
It’d be you and I laying underneath the star-covered lullaby.
Instead, you make me laugh from across the world.
Our connection has no rules, only love.
I get through the day knowing it’s you I’ll one day hold.
I stare into the mirror…
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My dearest friends, For those in America, Happy 4th of July! It's a wonderful day to celebrate God's blessings for this Country and the freedom we have to worship and live. Today, I am celebrating, but for another reason! PresserPoets, WordPress' newest, and best, Poetry community went live today! The website launched and we've been …
It's a new month! It's also going on a new day as I am plowing through my list of "blogging to-do's." That means that my specific request that time slows down has been denied, and is, instead, moving even faster. *sigh* In recent weeks, I have been all over kingdom come here in America. Arizona …
It's 3 arms deep in the morning and I can't sleep. Consumed by love and a false sense of reality creep-ing. This doesn't seem right. I thought time was supposed to heal. Apparently, time was just a catalyst for bitterness to become real. I see where your heart is. I want to believe that it …