Romance
A Crowded Room
A Day Without You (
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Don’t Leave Without Saying Goodbye
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In
Longing for Your Love
The Long Awaited Poem
The Long Awaited Poem in Cannon Poets 2004 Anthology,
‘Broadside X’
A Crowded Room in Poetry Now Anthology, ‘Within My Soul’ in 2003
A Day Without You in Poetry Now Anthology, ‘My Love’ in 2003
A Crowded Room
I look at my ticket
awkwardly.
Last time few spoke
I danced not at all,
went home alone.
Maybe the same will happen tonight.
I sip my orange juice,
not wishing to be seen.
Shall I glance round the room,
mostly couples.
I look at the pictures on the walls,
I look at the floor,
I study the ceiling -
why did I come ?
My eyes drop from one picture
to someone sitting across the room.
The rest of the room disappears.
I will dance with you,
but will you with me ?
At last, eye contact,
we are ‘alone’,
now pondering
shall I move or will you ?
There is no point ambling around the room,
pretending to come across you by chance,
no undergrowth to hide beneath
naked need has been acknowledged.
I finish my orange juice
I know I will dance
with your eyes
all night !
© Mags Scorey June 2002
A Day Without You
A day without you
is like a garden with no rain,
having no air to breathe,
no nourishment.
A day without you
is like having no friends,
being imprisoned,
and trapped inside myself.
A day without you
is like having no future,
nowhere to rest my hopes,
and share my ups and downs.
A day without you
is like having tears and no tissues,
nowhere to lay my head
and place my aching heart.
A day without you.
© Mags Scorey 11 July 2003
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Don’t Leave Without Saying
Goodbye
Don’t slink away
with not even a word.
Remember I love you,
remember what we have shared.
If you left
without a goodbye,
I would feel severed,
I would carry words unsaid.
I would be trying
to hug someone no longer there.
Please don’t leave me
without saying ‘goodbye’.
© Mags Scorey 15-Mar-04
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In
In they come,
contacts of mine,
words on a screen
but no BODY there.
Never mind.
This one I know,
next an acquaintance,
then a business contact,
next, a close friend
but I'm waiting..
..for that special one.
I'm waiting for that special one.
I don't have to read
the words in your e-mail
I only have to see your name in my inbox
and oooh, my heart flutters
my fingers shake!
I hardly dare open your mail.
Will you be angry or cool
or kind and loving?
Will you make my day or break it?
At last my fingers hit the keyboard
we 'meet'.... our spirits touch -
you have heard my words,
your response is beauty itself
and it ends with Love.
You have made my day!
This talks of emails !
© Mags Scorey July 2002
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Longing for Your Love
Ever since I saw you..
walking down the street,
my heart has not stood still.
The way you look,
the way you speak,
the way your eyes
light up my life.
Longing for your love.
The way you care,
the way you touch my arm,
the way your every word
touches my heart.
Longing for your love.
Can I go on like this?
Can I be patient…
…for you also to be…
longing for my love?
© Mags Scorey 18-Apr-03
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The Long-Awaited Poem
She looked for it, searched for it - so long.
Elusive words ... evasive thoughts
swooping in and out of sight,
like birds on the horizon
just out of reach.
She walked towards it.
The sun falling down,
beneath the hill,
shimmering gold,
sending shafts across her feet
and disappearing
as she walked.
Looking to that horizon,
the moon in darkness glowed
and spread its light
over the path ..
yet not enough
to illumine
the words she sought.
She stumbled on.
Searching ...
wondering ...
waiting ...
Then one day, she looked, and found ...
in the touch of her lover's hand
a smile - a joyful laugh -
in the meeting of two eyes
two souls in tune -
knowing - without speaking.
And in these things,
grew the poem that had
been so long in coming.
She reached out
and in that moment,
the loveliest poem she had ever heard,
was written into their lives!
© Mags Scorey 1999