Aching Poems

Aching absence of love

                    The dawn is here,
                   Lighting up the sky
         

Aching Need

I Surrender to The Desires of Primal Fire
Penning Words That Have not Yet Been Created
Shuddered By Mocked Phantom Elevations
Rendered Unsated!

Deepened Sense of Tangled Feelings
The Weight of My Dignity
Naked Vulnerabilities Inked
Beyond Intoxicating.

Unyielding Control Demolished by a Dreamy Kiss
Promised Passion Blooms and Ignites
Radiating Fantasized Hope
Breaking Barriers of Destined Bliss!

Thistle Tea

She brewed it slow,
the thistle steeped—
a greyish brown
in porcelain grace.

Each sip, a sting—
a bitter bloom,
but she smiled,
claiming peace.

At first, a wince,
then less, then none—
until the taste
was home enough.

No sugar added,
no honey balm,
just thorn and grass
and quiet aches.

“How did she bear?”
they often ask.
“It’s the way I like it,”
she often says.

But bitterness
never just begins—
it’s learned,
one sip a

What If He Says That to Our Daughter

-In the dead of night, when the world is silent, her whispers haunt the shadows of my mind.

“Daddy, I’m so tired… I don’t want to be here anymore.”
Her small voice, trembling like a ghost, echoes in my heart — a chilling reminder of the fragile life we’re trying to hold together.

Late at night,
when silence drapes

Painful Reveal

Your recent reveal was a sad steal
of all I knew.
My memory now bleeds severely
making days blue.
My world shattered and scattered
across the floor.
Something dying is out loud crying
aching and sore.
Your truth so grilling it is piercing
the past I saw.
Now that I am bruised by your news
I am plain raw.

Feeling a fragile head from words said
I’m torn

Aching Winds

I touched the sky, left the land
Dwindling in the galaxy, I felt your hand.
The Perseus sparkling through my eyes
The twilight fading between my cries.
Your hand helped me climb to my throne
Ornately beautiful, a kind of its own!
The clock turned by , my sorrows withered
The throne was my crown, your hand was my tether.
The glorious days

Smile Though The World Is Aching

Many times, I been wounded in life
But you have never seen me sad
I'll always cover it up with a smile
Many people ask me if I don't get hurt
I said it's hurt, but why stay sad
I can break my heart if I will
But in the world where values so strong
I take permission not to be persuaded
Let

Something Aching

Something Aching

[About Humans Only:]

"I'll Show Them!"

They Must Too Often

Mean

With What They Do or Say.

-Gray Squirrel

04-20-2025

ACHING

      Last I met you last night at last.
     Painful humble hearts wished to greet
     each other saying ‘we will meet
     again, our love will ever last.’
           

aching sky

* A bit of sci-fi what-if?, about a lone man on Ganymede, witnessing the destruction of Io by the natural forces of Jupiter *

       ~

I knelt amidst the mountain's rise
        beneath the weeping opal skies
       

Breaking Hearts

Grief tears down the walls,
Built by scarred hearts,
Convincing walls, sturdy like the oak –
But not nearly as resilient when anguish trembles
In hearts who have never known the dark,
The soundless shadows,
Fading like a smile who has been so lonely,
For the one who has gone on,
The one whose memory still breaks a heart,
The one whose light will

Aching Heart

Indigestion
Is the question
Brain illusion
Or misdirection 

Doctor's pill 
This sickly ill 
Cannot repair
To fit the bill

Just time to heal
Oh, heartache feel
Is all to quell
My ache and reel

Restlessness
Just to confess
Invades my very
Consciousness

A hope that sticks 
Physician's tricks
The long-shot risk
Of one more fix

Like fracture weld
Or soulful meld
Simple solution..
Just to be held

CV
31.10.23

Sitting and Thinking - ::Published::

There are moments in life
When an emptiness crowds into the space
We inhabit

How can emptiness
Be a tangible thing?
Yet, here it comes

With it's grey shadowy self
A presence
An absence

Pondering the void
In the chair where I sit
Surrounded by beauty

Internal wrestle
With the ugly hunger
Sated only by the presence of another

Fretfully Aching To Feel Fit As a Fiddle

Fretfully aching to feel fit as a fiddle

After experiencing a severe,
albeit violent near lethal bout
of irritable bowel syndrome
(yesterday night August 30th, 2023)
triggered courtesy dulcolax caplets plus 
healthy portion of lentils,
I (a beatle browed, foo fighting, 
night ranger needing nirvana) 
imperiled me to twist and shout
as a whirling dervish analogous 
to F5 tornado bread a deep

Aching For Release

Written: June 23, 2023
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Bonds packed with zeros—harmony, grief, regrets,
In this endless cycle, memory no longer begets. 
Your poetry is a symphony that stirs my soul.
But also a river of nausea in which I swim, whole.

Lonesome, dispossessed, my being in unrest,
A fetish for the departed, my electrons protest,
Darkened with heat and sound, aching for release,
Delicate slights, hunger,

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