MY BOOK OF POEMS BY DEBY

You'll find love poetry, a haiku, romantic poetry, and humorous limrick.

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POEMS WRITTEN EXPRESSLY BY DEBY

A collection of Original Poems

FADING LOVE

The love that once filled my heart is fading day by day,
Some other emotion is creeping in, what I cannot say.
The burning desire you evoked in me has become but a smoldering ember,
Coldness subtly taking hold like a winter's night in December.
Perhaps we were just two ships assail, passing in the night,
Setting anchor for a time to experience each other's delights.
New adventures lie around the bend, our guide the constellations,
Leading us to our new and exciting, yet separate destinations.

ONCE I AM GONE

Once I am gone,
never again will you gaze upon my face.
Once I am gone,
never again will you hear my voice call out your name.
Once I am gone,
never again will you feel my touch upon your skin.
The taste of my lips will be but a sweet after taste,
And the scent of me will be but a haunting memory.

ELUSIVE LOVE

I've seen you in my dreams, yet your face is a blur.
I know you are out there, somewhere among the mist and dark shadows,
waiting for me.
Your calloused hand reaches out to me, I can't quite reach your grasp.
Our fingers barely touching,
I slip away.
Strong, warm amrs encircle me,
You place my hand upon your chest,
My palm pulsates with each beat of your heart.
I then know that we are one.
Then, suddenly, you slip away,
And once again I am alone.

THE HAUNTING

Though she's gone, her presence is everywhere.
When a flower blooms, I see her sweet face.
When I go out to the garden and smell the Fragrance of English Lavender, I turn expecting
To see her smiling face, sea green eyes gleaming
With excitement and anticipation.
I swear, sometimes I hear her soft velvety voice
Call out my name.
The bedroom, once a warm and comforting place has
become a cold, dank dungeon without her presence.
At times, I reach out to touch her warm body and
In it's place is a cold emptiness.
When I come home from work, I expect to smell the
Inviting aroma of her southern cooking, piping hot
She serves up her love.
Her clothes no longer hang in the closet we once
Shared, her drawers lie empty. None of her
Personal items remain, yet her presence is strong.
Once in awhile, the scent of her surrounds me,
Taking me back to another time when our love was
complete, with closed eyes I breath her into my
Heart.
Our song plays on the radio and the memory of her
Soft, small body pressed against mine, swaying in
Perfect unison fills my senses.
I catch myself before I call out her name, a habit
I suppose,
No need to ask her if she'd like to go out tonight
So, alone I go and sit at the bar, ordering beer
After beer,
Hoping to dull the memory of her.
And after I've had my fill, I walk back to an Empty home and curse myself for not loving her
The way she needed to be loved.

HAIKU BY DEBY

A yellow softness,
Nestled in a bed of green,
Tears upon its face.

Intense emotion,
Coupled with cries of passion,
Sighs of contentment.

A LIGHTER SIDE

My sister is a beautiful creature.
Her eyes her most perfect feature.
With her long golden hair, her complexion so fair,
Who next will she take to the preacher?

A rose is a rose is a rose,
Unless you have a cold in the nose.
Then it's just a flower,
With lots of sneezing power,
Achoo! God Bless You, there she blows!

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