Nick Rohner Poems

As I sit on the hill by the lake,
I dream,
I dream of a place far away
Where the sky is brilliant blue
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I'm to old
And you're too new;
This life of love, will never do.
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Jumping, bubbling, babbling brook
Flowing, rushing, beckoning me to take a look
Ice cold, crystal clear
Erasing all my fear
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Your face still on my walls
Your words still in my ears
Your taste still on my lips
This longing in my heart
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Preface: I know this is poemhunter and this work isn't a poem but i wrote it for a class an i wanted to post it for everyone. Enjoy(i hope)

I was a normal man, living a normal life. I enjoyed listening to rock music while I worked. On Sundays I would give God his dues and I strived for happiness. Happiness hasn’t found me so easily recently. The best way to describe my life is to compare it to the rain, I welcome it’s refreshing, new life as much as I despise its darkness. My rain hasn’t been a light drizzle, though, more like a harsh hurricane. The howling winds have ripped through me leaving deep scares. The flying debris has stayed with me and with every one of these storms I feel myself changing. I am becoming more and more weighed down and beaten; broken.
Recently I have found myself drifting off like I was on a raft, caught in a strong current. I feel like I space out, loose all touch with the world. I create a new world, my world. In this world I am the puppet master, I can decide who stays and who goes, what I keep and what I leave behind me. Happiness is found more simply in this world I control. This euphoria doesn’t last long; soon it is back to my small town in Kentucky. It's back to my broken life of despair.
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It's been so long since I've kissed your lips
Since I have felt your cheeks with my finger tips
Since I felt your heart beat with mine
Since you held me and said 'everything is fine'
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Remember me.
I remember you.
Time has passed
And distance grew.
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To see your face, my heart, it skips a beat.
Your words, a gentle breeze, do kiss my ears.
I am you, when your eyes, my eyes do greet.
Together, here, erases all my fears.
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I have sought you in class and in the halls
In restaurants and shopping malls,
At early dinners and late lunches
And on trains and city buses.
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