Nothing more can satisfy my craving
For it's you my hand lingers for
No comparison to the feelings within
When your presence draws near
Gently night comes and so lonesome
Patients I will muster knowingly
Someday you'll whisper to me again
Though pain is brought down on me
From the lack of what was
Joyious sparks fly in my dreams
Wakening to your memory still clear
I'm longing for the day of your return
The thought nearly burst in my imagination
Laughs of bells should ring more loud
Smiles ought to shine more bright
For you will come home some night
Please tell me what you think
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Somehow I get that this is about Picking your nose...
lol
"Nothing more can satisfy my craving
For it's you my hand ligers for
No comparison to the feelings within" my nose.
LMBO
^Laugh My Bum Off. I don't have a donkey to laugh off... Nor a bum but that's not my point.
This was good. For a nose picking poem. hahah
I'm sorry if this was to be more. But... lol -
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oooh grrr you lol this is not about picking your nose! lol goober is what i call my bf!
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lol ok ok. Its your bf...
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i love the way you've expressed your feelings here. you emotions spill onto the page and are easily felt by this reader. great job.
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good
i like this i can feel it -
I like this one
You made good use of free verse throughout, and the emotion in it is clear.
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