Poems about presence


№ 1196825

An absent presence

Every call, every message
I'd wish it was you

Every tap, every blur
I'd wish it was you

Every warmth, every touch
I'd wish it was you

Every voice, every shadow
I'd wish it was you

Every call of my name
I still wish it was you.

absent,  presence.

Author: Jessa May
Date: 26/03/2020

№ 1196699


How long has it been,
Since the last time that I've seen,
Or even heard of you?

Where have you gone to?
You've left behind not a single clue.
You've left me clueless as to where I should begin.

Stunned and stupefied,
Where should I begin?
Making meaning out of the void,
Despite the fact that I am
Stunned and stupefied.
How do I begin?

But wherever you may be currently,
I just want to ask you sincerely
If you're feeling happy and free.

Oh I hope that you do.

I do dream about you constantly.
Not during the night, honestly.
Not when my eyes are shut.

But when they're wide open,
When the sunlight hits them blind again.
It's when I dream of you.

It is when, too,
My mind manifests
Clear visions of you.
This feeling in my chest,
Whenever I do,
Feels like an adjourned sunset.

I miss you.

But if ever you do recall that night,
May I remind you of how much things felt right?
I hope you felt the same, or at least the slight.

Heart pumps irregularly fast beats,
Hands and feet freeze.
If this ain't love, I don't know what is.

attention,  crave,  long,  presence.

Author: Piolo Quintos
Date: 25/03/2020

№ 1194137


Plastered to the wall are memories of me. I am in your sheets and bedspread, your kitchen and driveway. I am imprinted on your couch, lingering in your halls and thoughts. My reflection was once in one of your mirrors, my hand once on one of your door handles. I am in your closet rummaging through sweaters, I am in your garage waiting to leave.
I am everywhere. You won't forget me simply because I am not present; I'm more present than you realize. You won't see me, but you'll feel me and understand how this kind of presence is the most alarming.
You can hide from from physical things, but your feelings will someday roll through like a train off the tracks into your heart and mind and you won't be able to hide, not even in the comfort of your own home, because my presence will be there. You will remember and feel me, and realize that I was the realest thing you ever had.
I won't be tangible by then though. You will only have your halls, your kitchen, the empty mirror, the untouched door handles to remember me by, because I refuse to wait around for someone who will wait that long to see what's in front of them.
Good bye.


Author: M
Date: 23/03/2020

№ 1191466

A Yearning for....the Presence

A sip of stillness
God moments...

Relax in the warmth
Of the "felt"
Love of Christ.

He widens my vision
To distinguish
Real importance

Transfusing me
With His Power
In my quest
For that Pearl
Oh, yes,
The Pearl of greatest price.

Revitalize my love
For God
Renew my thirst for His Word
Empower my prayers
With wordless adoration...

The inhibition over
The desert lay behind
And off I am
Into the land of longing...

I do not
No words are necessary
Too paltry would they be.

The dust
That becomes the diamonds
And comes forth.

Like the water lily
I am basking in the sun
Of His Presence.

I soak up His Love
His Tenderness.

In this ecstasy

God's megaphone
Through which He speaks
To a deaf world.
(Which has shut Him out. )

To give joyous hospitality
We need silence

A simple, prayerful silence
To everybody

In our pousitinia*
We desire
To hear from our God
That still small Voice
The fulfilling

I will lead her
Into the desert
And tenderly speak
To her

At a loss
The Spirit intercedes for us
With sighs
Too deep
For words *

Inexpressible longings
God alone

Cj April 30, 2017

presence,  yearning.

Author: Cynthia Jean
Date: 21/03/2020

№ 1189474

Absent Presence

I missed you when you stopped calling
But not as much as I missed you the first
Time you called and realized you had
Nothing to say

absent,  presence.

Author: Morgan
Date: 19/03/2020

№ 1185863


She got a new job in a new neighborhood
With new apartment neighbors
That looked at her strangely when she
Wore the same pair of sweatpants every day
For 43 days straight,
New neighbors that saw her
Do laundry every Thursday around 7: 12 p. m.
Of women's whites and darks
But yet continued to wear baggy clothes that sagged
And dragged
And new neighbors that questioned whether she was sane
When they saw her practically stripping
With every stairway step
Leading to her apartment
Leaving a trail of clothes that were foreign to her
And new neighbors that were greeted every day before she tried to sink back into her old life,
Drowning herself in his packed-up wardrobe, ready for donation,
To get into his sweatpants for the 44th day,
Into the same pair she used to wash for him
Every week around 7: 12 p. m. ,
The pair he used to lounge in everyday after work after greeting her,
The pair he swore
Were made for her,
The pair she will want to live her whole life in,
Because she knows there will come a Thursday when the scent of him
Will be as foreign as the feeling of wearing jeans.


Author: Shannon Kelly
Date: 16/03/2020

№ 1183602

In my Presence

You fell asleep in my presence
But not in my arms
And maybe you fell for the mask
Not the boy behind it
Maybe your ever-sleeping self
Is dreaming of an us
That can be together
Or of a reality
Where we live
And not just survive
You fell asleep
And you're in my presence
You fell in love
With just another boy


Author: Evan Hayes
Date: 14/03/2020

№ 1175609


I am
A question mark
Slouching, lurking behind the wall
Waiting to stretch out
Into an exclamation mark.


Author: Shruti Chakraborty
Date: 06/03/2020