Day by day, I wake alone, in a cold and empty bed,
Day by day, thoughts of you, keep running through my head.
I wake and wish this day would be the one I see your smile
I sit and wait to see your face, I'm living in denial.
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Lovely rhyming poem, great rhythm built in. Lost love, longing, torment of loneliness… so emotional…
so beautiful, so Sad, not felt till one has been left alone and lost.
This happened to be the very first poem which I read on Poem Hunter, back in about 2013. Right away I liked the theme of loneliness at night, and missing that special person. Alone in a cold, empty bed. I liked the longer lines, which had a regular rhyme scheme in the aabb pattern-rhyming couplets.
A beautiful, heartfelt poem, and congratulations for having it selected as poem of the day on January 17 for the third time!
What a wonderful poem! You've done an extraordinary job in revealing how beautiful love could be. Thanks for sharing! This poem could be 'poem of the month! !
Hi Mariann, this is an excellent poem. Touching message, rhyming verses!
Beautiful rhyme! ! ! Heart touching, believe me when I say we all go through such loneliness.Guess that makes the poem more poignant.Thank you for sharing.
This poem is well written. I enjoyed this poem. Good job and I hope you have company in your bed.
Lovely poem...certainly deserves to be poem of the day...Mariann, I sincerely hope your desire is fulfilled...life sometimes has other plans...it's always best to just flow with the tide...
I wanna read this poem at least thrice a week. Thanks a lot and wishes my dear poet. (rahmanhenry@aol.com)
it's a very touching poem...I hope and pray that you get to see this person that you have written about...
A very nice poem. Apart from the obvious rhymes, the poem has a good rhythm. However the rhythm is lost is last stanza at 2 places. The second part of the second line (maybe love needs to be preceded by a single syllable adjective) . The second part of the last line has an extra syllable/word. (maybe 'alone' needs to be deleted) .
What we long for dearly, is missed the most. Loved the poem.