Thinking 'bout My Baby Poem by Practicing Poetess
Thinking 'bout My Baby
You're too far away to hold
Get yer head out of the clouds, I'm told
By friends and relations, who say
To concentrate on now, today.
But on your touch, I'm sold
Your kisses are worth more than gold
And blue skies turned to grey
E'er since you had to go away.
Outside your arms, I'm cold
I miss the way you would enfold
Me close to you, that way
And how I wished that you could stay.
The jet plane down the runway rolled,
And took you far away that day.
For January, I do pray
To get here soon, before I'm old.
My 4th poem inspired by my real-life squeeze, who is away on a long trip at present.
Praying for lovable January is greater aspect of life. Dreaming is amazing and expressing love with missing attitude to unite again is shining through expression in this interesting poem....10
Thank you so very much, Kumarmani, for your encouraging and positive appraisal!
Thank you, Lamar! Ever notice how those who write love poems, also have a deep appreciation for the love poems of others? I do so enjoy reading yours! :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 7:56:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A poem of modern images-'jet plane', 'runway'; yet timeless love. The kind of feelings that I cannot express.
I'd be willing to wager, Michael, that if you can appreciate it, you are more capable of expressing it than what you realise! Given the right opportunity or just the right inspiration, who knows? Thank you so much for your favourable and heartfelt comment!