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Poem: I Didnt Mean To Miss You
Poem: I didn’t mean to miss you
I didn’t mean to think of you;
I didn’t mean to write –
I didn’t mean to miss you, and
I didn’t mean to cry tonight.
j.p
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More Posts from Groundcontrolpoetry
Poem: For the Stars
Stars above, paint a picture of light
Against the obsidian night sky.
Watch us wish on meteors,
Thinking that they’re you,
And show us little twinkles
As you shine down on us
Through the atmosphere.
We’ll reach for you again
And again and wonder if
Our hopes have reached
You, too. Stars above,
I wonder if you wonder
About and watch us as
We love to gaze at you.
j.p
Poem: Oatmeal
Holding your hands
Reminds me of having
Oatmeal with peanut
Butter for breakfast;
You are as warm as
The milky mixture,
As comforting as its
Smell, and as sweet
As the honey I stir in
To start my day with
A labor of love, and
Oh, how I do
Love you.
j.p
Poem: Watching Paint Dry
She liked to think that you
Were looking for a love
Like hers, a love that
Badly serenaded you
In the car to the tune
Of your old radio, a love
That gave you chills
Because of how icy
Her hands always were,
A love that progressed
Too slowly for you, a love
That you compared to
Watching paint dry.
j.p
Poem: Swaying to the Sound of You
Could I miss you any more
Than I did while swaying
To the sound of your old
Favorite song as it sweetly
Sang to me in the tune of
My soft memories of you?
j.p
Poem: Fish Tank
A Haiku
Let’s watch the world like
We’ve nothing better to do
Than drown in our peace.
j.p