songs of samsara
the emptiness i feel
is almost unbearable
no lover in site
no kiss goodnight
my life force dwindling
the day’s spending
faster than ever
alone and alone
where is my home
as i roam
the night
in my dreams
looking for meanings
the intermingling
of subconscious
subliminal
mysterious
beings
when will i
ever
fall in love
again
is this
the end
One edit for you” rome should be spelled “roam,” I believe. I like all these poems of yearning love. Are they directed at someone specifically, a past lover? (That’s what I suspect; perhaps you’ve told me already and I have forgotten). For what it’s worth, I also feel the same yearnings. But I keep this within. I don’t know why. Nancy is out of town the next six days, visiting Sabrina while her hubby is attending meetings in FL. Come see me–HA! The weather has been really nice but is supposed to cool again. I hope you are feeling happier than your poetry. Peter
Most of the love sick stuff is about my first love….. a very traumatic ending…let alone the last traumatic relationship I recently left…..
Ha … thanks for the correction… I knew I spelled it wrong but I forgot to correct it before I posted….
Whatever I’m feeling in the moment is the impetus of what I write…. I just gotta get it out… like when an artist gets inspired to paint something….
Men do not like to expose their feelings like women I suppose…
Men see it as a weakness ?
I don’t care…. I use it as a creative tool…. Feelings are everything…..they should not be ignored…. I am very intuitive ….
To me ..it’s important to be honest and spontaneous…
Have you been writing lately ?
Ha .
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Yeah… it helps to be half crazy too …
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