Love...a poem

Love 

By Michelle Hudson aka Naila Moon

copyright April 12, 2021

Love is speaking ,

 Healing my hurt heart.

 It is flooding open wide.

 I can't figure it out.

 I knew you were playing me before,

 But I could not let go of you.

 Then you changed in an instant. 

A heart began to see me.

Bleeding open wide.

Your love grows immeasurable.

A heart needing oneness

With me.

You are longing for

My touch.

A sweetness

That will take us

To the moon and back.

You want to bathe

In the glow of my love.

Have I been foolish

To let you in to my heart so soon?

I hope not,

Because I want you,

I crave you,

I need you,

To be mine.

Sadness Over What Could Have Been...a poem

Sadness Over What Could Have Been

A poem by Michelle H. aka Naila Moon copyrighted 3/21/2021

I had hoped to hear from you,

Today,

 Sometime.

You seem to have become,

A ghost. 

I hate this wedge,

The one that got driven,

Over a misunderstanding?

I don't think so,

Maybe I have been fooling myself. 

I wanted this to be real.

I wanted you to be real.

Not someone trying to gain...

What?

Power.

Money.

A good laugh,

At my expense?

I want to believe that,

You desire me,

Want to have me.

Live a possible life,

Together.

But no.

It looks like,

You probably

Lied.

For that,

I am,

Sad.

I Say Goodbye Again...a reposted poem #SepiaSaturday #mypoetry #telegrams

 

I Say Goodbye Again

By: Michelle H. aka Naila Moon 

Copyrighted 2009-All rights reserved

NOTE: This is a repost from a poem I wrote in 2009. It fits this vintage photo I found online in the public commons section.

I said goodbye to you
And kissed you on your cheek
You were off to war
And we couldn't hardly speak.

You told me not to worry
That you would be home soon
And you hoped some great guys
Would be in your platoon.

I got all your letters
And cherished each and every one
Just hoping for the day
That you could see
Your new born son.

Then one rainy morning
On a Sunday afternoon
I received a telegram
That told the story
Of your death too soon.

The purple heart arrived
In testament to your valor
I hold it close to me
And cry at this very hour.

For now, I must kiss you
And say goodbye again,
To my husband, my love,
And my eternal best friend.

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Notes...

I cannot imagine ever having to receive one of these.

Unfortunately, my grandparents did. It was about my uncle who was serving in the Peace Corp. He did not want to go into the military like his brothers but still wanted to serve his country.  I never got to meet him for he died serving just before my parents were married.

Here are some other ones I found.

Opened Door...a poem

Opened Door

By Me, Michelle H. aka Naila Moon

copyrighted 1/9/2021

All rights reserved

I opened the door and asked you to come in

But you were not there.

An emptiness enveloped me

Before I could close it again.

Loneliness of time gone by

Broke me in half.

Words.

Images.

Places.

Romance.

All gone

Within a whoosh.

I looked for help to the walls of my room

But nothing struck back at me.

Self.

Isolation.

Depression.

I grasped the door knob

Hoping for some relief from the pain.

Grief.

Anger.

Bargaining.

Acceptance?

No.

But in the end

I will close the door.

And start over.