Missing Love Poem by David Wood

Missing Love

Rating: 5.0

My nighttime walk has offered
A supply of poetry thoughts
But not tonight.

‘Twas far too cold, only 1º Celsius
And the brain far too foggy
For thought.

I seem to be walking through
A midnight desert where even
The stars blink silently back.

Nor has the onion moon shed
Any of its layers. It shines
Silently deep in its own thought.

Now there is a blank page in my
Mind that cannot be filled by
My pen.

'Tis only love has not been exhausted,
It never will, it's just been missing
For what seems a long time.

Nosheen Irfan 10 December 2022

Looks like love is missing from everyone's life. Maybe our idea of love is too grand. Whatever is the case, this is a great poem.

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Indira Renganathan 09 December 2022

Beautiful expressive poem with sadness at the end. Liked it

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Evelyn Judy Buehler 08 December 2022

A melancholy, yet beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.

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LeeAnn Azzopardi 08 December 2022

today it's 1C in Newmarket ON Bravo on the poem!

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Jayne Louise Davies 08 December 2022

Lovely words David x Top marks* x

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