Best Lifelonging Poems
Stinging eyes, lifeless
I'm longing for my pillow
What will tonight bring
She's always there; a watchful, window-sphinx
whose eyes show distances far wider than
the span of concrete gardens growing ink-
like shadows spilled from soles of driven men.
Young lovers bloom on promise sown in cracks
as if their laughter might defeat the ache
of urban architectures that collapsed
around the coffins over which she's prayed.
Her face, an epitaph of chiseled stone,
each letter etched- a longing to escape
the inner loneliness, her thoughtful throne
above the passions grown in city-scapes.
I captured sorrow in her photographs
but I would trade them all to hear her laugh.
S is for the sexual abuse I endured
U is for the unknown answer of why
R is the reality of it, but longing for the readiness to go on
V is for the very innocence that was stolen long ago
I is for the innocent child I was
V is for the vulnerable child I was, but am not now
I is for the "I", I have become
N is for not letting go of hope and courage to heal
G is for God and the greater things he has in store for me.
Form:
Before there was a word,
there was a loneliness
within the pin pricked night.
Waves of vibrations, sound,
coalescent’s gestate.
Planets were birthed with souls.
There was only the soul
and a longing for words,
synapses gestating
wavelengths of loneliness,
the aching lack of sound,
and the celestial night.
Man was born to midnight
with eyes and ears for soul
to din’s discordant sound,
no harmony, no words,
aging, aching, alone,
thoughts thus, wordless, gestate.
Circular gestation
for the day became night
and weakened loneliness,
woman kind brought her soul.
Ether resounded with words
for those souls, the God sound.
Strong, sweet, silibant sound
released from gestation
song formed from combined words,
crooning fills the nubile night
joining of mated souls.
The Word freed loneliness.
No longer alone, vibrating within the sound each atom relates to the soul
Gestation continues in the never-ending cycle of night and the Word.
*dedicated to L'nass Shango & David Smalling for their inspiration.
An ache, some hurt with longing to yearn
Cauldron left to simmer with passion
Bubbles in the fire ball of desire
Closely watch topless metaphors;
Animal instinct with intuition
Gets drawn in a desperate hunger
As she is wooed in the foreplay
Melodious moments with sensation;
Makes her cower to his firm will,
For she loves the rapture and thrill:
What the hell can I do with a pen
other than stab myself with emotion
would someone feel the pain
understand the constant agony
would they hear the tone of emptiness
or the longing in my heart to be held
thine ink has run its race
no ribbons for the losers
refills become another journey
to that backward path so hollow
indian ink shall one day become extinct
and the ashes will reach far and wide
but where will they land
upon which soul will they touch
whom will share the pain
caress the inner demons
and be thankful
to know they were never alone......
In free fall I play to your liquid destiny,
Burn with uncontrolled desire in wet ecstasy,
Seek to quell the wind as you mist and cling to me,
Like dew drops in mergers my body swings with thee.
A trail of longing and desperation in love,
Ebbs within voluptuous curve of excitement,
To trace passion and recline in the seduction,
Lewd flow within the arms becoming one with you:
Let me breathe freshness to sequester your frail wiggle;
Disown my body and spirit in nature's giggle.
The quiet, at the beginning
Is suddenly disrupted by a rush
Of light and sound
Chaos and confusion
Drive and dominion takes course
Lack of experience and insight the source
Accelerating away from the initial calm of what once was
The quiet in the midst
Is burdened by the distraction and discord
By need and necessity
Other wills and other ways
Light and sound now complicate
Deeds and desires resonate
Increasing the distance and diminishing the importance of what once was
The quiet before the end
Now lost from time, tide and total disregard
Dark and delusional
Where all that remains removed
Is coloured and consumed
Life and longing to the acknowledgement of what once was
The quiet in the beyond
Returns
I am sad; I am hurt my heart is longing for some love.
I have found that love before but I seem to have no more, if I had not seen it for
myself! I would have never believed how it flew right out from underneath me on
that rainy day’ he was like a bird that flew from his cage. He was wanting free from
my love; I knew my love was true for him! As I thought his was true for me.
Form:
The Spirit Flows
Hunger
Painful Empty
Yearning, Desiring, Longing
Appetite, Weakness, Abundance, Copiousness
Filling, Growing, Obtaining
Augmentable, Full
Overflow
Glancing towards his p***s my eyes did
Seeing the heaviness and the DAMAGE that this man could do
Never understanding the full meaning of laying down PIPE
Cause when he entered me I felt my pelvis start to collapse
Is this what I have been longing for a Thug Mandingo from my own hood
It took a while before my p***y realize that it actually had to expand beyond the width and
length from previous hosts
The only thing I could do is look him in the eyes as this man grew and grew
As my p***y started to caress and hold him too….
I have tread the sands of Babylon,
Felt a Spanish breeze,
And known the dust of the Forum.
Captured the glow of the moon
In my heart and found my love.
Though I gathered all these things
I now tread on a ground unknown to me.
A passion has been stirred to the depth of my bones.
The ramblings of life reaching back to the rasp
Of my father’s father and I feel the quintessential pain
Of family and feel blessid, longing for a box
That holds the memoirs of those that look to my choices.
The heat of the beach far from the farm and furrow.
No trees or mountains, no hunt for venison and vines.
I gather now in the shadows of uncertainty
And feel the Lords call to know how things will be written.
My tale is not yet told, not yet known, not yet.
Though I wrestle with worry, I wish to render
Myself a conduit of life, to allow those things to flow
From my heart, but beholding to my granted soul.
My dear love grabs at those pieces that do not seem to fit.
So I help to place them, but I am helpless as well.
I wish to relieve such pursuits but find that the burden
Is a human misunderstanding; forgive my chivalry.
I am left to surrender, to give in to the night and rest.
A child, among the flock. Peculiar to those around me.
Give me the strength to roll on, and to know blossom of spring.
Give me what is needed to be what I am meant to be.
Echoed to a wooded peak
Over hill and glen
From a distant shining shore
Hear as it descends
Whisper promises to ear
Open, longing more
Speak of sacred love
Sing of ancient lore
Called to mountain pass
From a gentle stream
Even from the distance
The peaks give off their gleam
To the starry sky
My eyes; fixed wide
Hold a promise to heart
Eager steed to ride
Run through land untamed
Leaning trails behind
Lightness in our walk
Captured in my mind
Here begins the trail
Follow but a call
Echoed through the woods
Here I leave it all
I was very young,
Laying wrapped in cotton sheets.
Eyes heavy with soft happiness
Touched by the warm hand of a summer sun.
Breathed on by flower scented air
Cradled into a smiling sleep.
I was grown up
Laying wrapped in damp cotton sheets
Eyes dazzled with fierce desire
Touched by the flesh of dark promises
Breathed on by a scented whisper
Cocooned into a satisfied sleep
I was older still
Laying on a plastic seat
Eyes forced to find florescent lights
Touched by fear and longing
Breathed on by boozy fighters
Unable to sleep, waiting to be called
I was a parent
Laying in a too hot bed
Eyes wrestling against my ears
Touched by annoyance and sympathy
Breathed on by weary milky air
Forced not to sleep but longing for it.
I am very old
Laying wrapped in plastic sheets
Eyelids glued against my cheek
Touched by frigid cold
Breathed on by disinfected mouths
Waiting for sleep.
Form:
We often try to push away
The difficult moments
Scared and tired
We don't want to stand
Before things we don't like
And it's punishing
But there comes a time
In the dusk of life
When you feel yourself longing until it hurts
For even the worst moment
Of your life
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