These are two poems I've written over the last few weeks. Waiting game was longer, but the other stanzas were very corny and ridiculous. However, this was a redeeming stanza that worked fairly well. There is always a diamond in the rough, even if it is just a sentence or couplet.
Waiting Game
By Anna Rohaly
Alone,
I wait for your return,
for miles to dwindle,
distance to narrow.
But a kiss, a touch,
our hand
held embrace,
are for this time a dream.
Ticket to Your Heart
Anna Rohaly
Train in the night,
whistles, steam,
headlights bright,
will take me into your
arms.
Speeding through the
darkness
like an arrow into your
heart.
Once lodged there,
I will not board the train again.
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