Best Dedicationlonging Poems
Just like a page that has been ripped from a book
or a shooting star that disappears after a single look
you were here for such a short time
how can I go on without you by my side
I thought that I would have you longer than I did
but death is incomprehensible to a little kid
I yearn for the healing touch only my daddy can bring me
and now all I have left to cling to is your memory
the life you lives was so full and happy
but too short for any of us to love you completely
you are in Heaven, this I know
I am still here longing to be with you so
but until God sees fit to reunite us some day
I will keep you in my heart with all that I do and say
My thoughts sail into freedom within thinking of your
passsionate touch that I could never thrive without.
Our soft embrace is truly a moment that I live for,
And yet such longing brings death to my hopes that mount.
I can assure that one special day we will unite
to open our hearts for the flow of love to mend.
I'm asking of you to let destiny maintain its right
by shattering time with thoughts of optimism to spend.
I need peace in knowing that the destruction of our souls
(from fleeting moments of induced euphoria)
will not abate the ruthless calling from our pains' tolls;
but rather our love will send us to utopia:
That once forgotten place in the corridors of our minds
where(hand-in-hand)we often enjoyed the echoes
of our playful steps walking through doorways of time.
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As I kneel to the prominence of a higher understanding with one eye shut tight, a becoming
takes place in existence.
I am the one who has seen the smile of the decietful and have heard the songs of
blasphemy. In all i have kept an un-tainted eye as well as the ability to hear the truth.
I am that soul which has witnessed the dissection of earthly pleasure giving way to
passionate turmoil. Yet I wear the shoes of loyalty and principal as the need for turmoil lays
at my feet.
I am the same one who has been born in and raised by the entity known as pain.
Conversations with this entity has given me an un-precedent accuracy of mind, with a torso
of forged endurance. I have had no greater companion or teacher.
I am he who holds a spirit that must drink from the crying of the sky and be fed by the
sustenance of a world that is hoped for. However this same spirit is intertwined with an un-
curable longing known as desire that will never reach a state of content.
I am this same one who has sat in the presence of murderers, monsters,and those who
appreciate atrocity. yet without a violent tendancy of my own, I have traveled their mind
space and understood their thoughts, gaining their their utmost respect.
I am the one who has visioned the tears of infants that drizzle unto the earth"s soil, bringing
forth rivers, valleys, and never ending forest.
where there is smoke without flame, where there is flame without heat, where principal is
without loyalty.
Where all that matters is endurance of atmosphere...I am.
June will bring warmth of love to our
hearts and seethe the loss of this wintry now.
Passing hands of cruelest time will never bar
us as does the steel that touches my brow.
Within the cloak of destiny we shall
find ecstasy beyond any human design.
It will always shelter us with the thrill
of love flowing pure beneath its fabric of time.
Can memory's resonance whisper of hope
to become an escort through these moments
when longing for your arms to envelope
my frozen frame has my every thought spent?
I envision the curves of your supple body
waver with a beckoning to join with mine.
Such a vision gives rise,not of lust to be,
rather of loving one another so sublime.
Make storage of burning love in phrases such
as this that simply say I love you very much.
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Thanks for your far away conversation
My sister sacred as veil
Falling before the curatain of Shekinah
We by this have bridged
Disparate parts in the hypothesis of the divine
It all depends on the instrument
We make ourselves become
And since you and have stripped
The calculations away
From particles in seeds of clay
We can pulse as a common wave
Merging, amplifying nodes
Of current longing to be one
Infinite love in a finite hand
The final presentation of gift.