I wish I knew where you were:
It seems like you are not here.
Please start shouting or waving before
We think you're not here anymore!
I don't want a cherub, flowers in bloom:
I want you inhabiting every room.
Before it goes tits up
Please, Love, please stand up.
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Feelings Never Die
It is Valentine's Day again, and it bought back memories that were over fifty years old. It bought me back to 1971, and I woke up and I knew my baby was due today. I was big and pregnant, and I felt like I was about to burst wide open. Imagine my surprise when the doctor told my I had a due date of February 14. I couldn't believe it, and since my baby was due today, I felt I could indulge myself a bit. I had gained a lot of weight, and chocolate was on the no-no list, but I had came to the end of this pregnancy, and I hoped it would be okay, after all I would deliver this baby today. So I walked across the street to the grocery story, and bought myself, a peppermint patty, covered in chocolate, my favorite. Me and my Valentine's baby would enjoy it together.
By Susan Payton5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (11)
Your poem expresses the feelings of many who love deeply and do not want to lose their loved ones. You use metaphors cleverly and express your emotions in a rich way
Love is like a ghost. You gotta see it to believe it's in the room. ⚡💙⚡
Well, that's one way to put it! Very cleverly done, Rachel!
Your last line made me think of erectile dysfunctional, lol. Loved your poem!
That’s a cracking last line.
You're more likely to get the real Slim Shady... Well-wrought!
Bugger St Valentine and all his red rose and gilded trappings. Where’s the real love? This is awesome, Rachel!
Short, sharp, and brimming with raw emotion—this one punches right through. A plea, a demand, a desperate hope all wrapped in rhythm. Love better answer before it’s too late!
Poor bugger is on life support.
Sounds like someone is lost, beautiful words however. Well Done!!!
This is obviously not me, but if you are hidden and quiet no one will know you are there. Great poetic advice