Daydreaming | Short Poem No. 10

I’m sitting, daydreaming,

I miss her.

I’m lost in a moment,

But the moment’s not now.

Where is my mind when I try,

Try to live out my day?

I’m living in another place

And I don’t know why.

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She caught me by surprise;

No, I wasn’t looking for this.

But then she grabbed me with her eye

As we were glancing across the way.

Now I’m living in a hazy world,

I’m with my friends

But they know I’m not there.

There’s only one thing I can say.

“Her.”

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If you liked this post, check out “In Love with Love” by Sameera Mansuri, as well as my own post “Hands Fit Perfectly in Mine.”

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Forward Thinking | Short Poem No. 9

Forward thinking.
Not looking back
And not even looking around.
Just thinking forward.
Because, if it wasn’t for tomorrow,
what would be today?
Or, even worse,
if I was stuck in the past.

I guess you’d call that hope
and few other things last forever.

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And when there’s nothing else to hope for,
that is when people find their faith.

I always give myself
something to look forward too,
because if I only look at the daily mundane,
I’ll always just feel the same.

And it’s not every day
that something special happens.

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If you like this post, check out “Some days are better, some days are not.” by Winnie, as well as my own post “Tress Blowing in the Wind.”

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Raw Story | Short Poem No. 8

A raw story.

My heart is raw.
Hands wide open.
Take some of you and
deposit some hope in.

My soul is raw,
Mouth closed.
Less of me,
but making me free.

My body is raw,
won’t last forever.
But I see something coming
from the Giver.

Raw Story

My heart is raw,
been a few years.
But if it gets hard
there’s no more tears.

My soul is strong,
stronger every day.
When you lay it down
you’ll pick it up along the way.

My body is raw,
won’t last forever.
But I’ll get a new one
from the Giver.

Photo by Nicolae Rosu on Unsplash.

If you liked this post, check out Job 19:25-27 to see some of the inspiration for it, as well as my poem “Hurricane Path Map.”

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