Best Longings Poems
I long to—
Walk one more time
To where the land ends, and the ocean begins
To listen expectantly for the sounds of infant waves
Grasping layers of golden sand
I long to—
Hear the fat gulls with white bellies
And ebony eyes
Floating on invisible wires
Calling for the savory morsels
Hidden inside the curled fingers of an old man
I long to—
Stand beneath the tangerine sky
Lazily descending into the cradle of the sea
Vacating heaven for the snowy celestial sphere
Hung upon Vincent’s starry canvas
Ten thousand lights scattered forever
I long to—
Be embraced by the tenebrous sea
Her loneliness engulfing me like lovers of yesterday
I long to—
Gaze beyond the past wrapped in sorrow
The years of trudging through cheerless mire
Searching for reasons without answers
Answers without questions
I long to—
Remember only moments worth remembering
A twirling montage of love and hope
And dreams
Of a time when two became one
Hearts pulsing in harmony
Minds ascending to tidal floods of ecstasy
I long to—
See your face
To walk hand in hand
To where the land ends and the ocean begins
I long to—
Do it all again
I may not touch only yearn;
senses dream, ache and burn.
Feeling a bliss that may not exist,
I know longings I must resist.
A need so deep touches heart and head,
fueled by a desire that will never be bed.
A love has grown that may not be shown,
I know it well ... it is my own.
Within my moon lit courtyard.
When night, is late and dark.
The raven comes to sit with me.
And tempts me to embark.
Upon a journey that entails.
The mind and hand and heart.
To walk a road, once tread before.
That can leave a dreadful mark.
But deep inside I hear the song.
And know that gentle spark.
That caresses all that lives in me.
And touches mind and heart.
So if the winds of wisdom.
Blow softly in the dark.
Then walk this road again, I might.
For the longings of a heart.
Fairy tales and love stories
Each has a beginning
Each has an ending,
but our love~ an endless story
I don't know where to start.
Paintings in varied forms~
from abstracts to impressionisms,
I've seen them all in galleries,
museums and ancient walls;
So I tried to sketch your paradigm
and sculpted it in the clouds,
But I, I couldn't make an obra
that will depict unspoken longings
to see you one more time.
Sunsets and dawns~
I've witnessed them thousand times
with the birds and the trees;
The pleasure they bring
no matter how sublime
can't appease my loneliness without you.
My love, I miss you so much~
and so I write this poem.
October 11, 2020
walk me through old memories
days when true love came to be
take me down an old backroad
on a two lane highway fantasy
and paint the picture of sunset
parked in a field where we met
as fireflies wait on night to fall
until we're close as we can get
we'll dance beneath the stars
by headlights of a parked car
country music from the radio
Dixie moon shines
near and far
so:
walk me through old memories
before gray twilight came to be
just one last time for yesterday
until morning sun
awakens
me
Cast me not away
Ye gentle soul, my love
Lead me to the beach
Where our love began and bloomed
Cradle my fragile wrists
In your strong and loving grip
Call me yours again
Bid me to you and I shall yield
Few hours to the vow
To be yours and only yours
I long to see you so
I long to hear you coo my name
Upon my pillows I lay
With tender thoughts of you and me
Uncountable wishes
My gentle heart
I melt into my satin sheets
A man for me
A bride to be
My wishes never end
Alas, I hear of your trip back to town
My finest dress of lace I wear
Fingers groomed
Hair tamed
A scent unforgettable shall steal your heart away
I lean against my window so
Knowing my gate shall be your path
I wave my hands
You smile so bright
And then the story continues to roll
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Longings....
Should I have let you catch me
You, with your wayward words
Crazy schemes and narrow roads
Should I have let you hold me
You, with your wide arms
And not so serious nature
Easy smile and wistful words
Should I have let you touch me
You, who made me smile
Forget today and its troubles
Should I have let you in
You, who I felt connected to
An understanding I had not felt in a long while
Should I have
You, who felt inadequate
Who thought he was not good enough ?
Should I have
When you didn't trust me
You who didn't tell me why
Who thought I was too good
I wanted to
I could not
You were too close
And I was too open
You held my hand
And I saw who you are
But you did not trust me
And I knew you could hurt me
In the worst way
......
And yet....
Here you are
Rummaging my mind...
LONGINGS
I am inspired being loved
My poetry continue
Despite absence and longings
My heart throbs for you!
My Christmas will be all it’s meant to be
If but one wish is granted now to me
T’will be the season that is fair and bright
If what my heart is craving comes in sight
It’s not a package wrapped in red and gold
I’m not a girl for trinkets loud and bold
It’s not a keepsake that will bring a smile
Or tasty treat that sweetens for a while
The gift I seek is not what others give
It is a gift I need if I'm to live
I long once more your love for me to bloom
To close the world to us in lover’s room
Your passion can my body decorate
Your eyes be twinkling lights that celebrate
Your arms the wreaths that beautify my night
Your kisses, soft, the gifts that bring delight
This Christmas wish I make with longing sigh
And hope these words I pen will bring you by
Eileen Manassian
Morning brief
Not much to say;
Touching aftermath
~~~~~~~~~
Passing clouds
Candy floss chit-chat;
Without a word
~~~~~~~~~
Lovers in the park
Saturday evening trysts;
Cheery revival
~~~~~~~~~
Free-and-Easy
Way to go;
Redundant tour guide
~~~~~~~~~
Aloha Hawaii
Polynesian fare;
Smiles surfing free
~~~~~~~~~
Fly away now
Missionary quest;
Overseas homework
~~~~~~~~~
Complains surge
No much change;
Wishful thinking
~~~~~~~~~
Here and there
Notice the debris;
Broken spirits loiter
~~~~~~~~~
Lost souls loiter
Shackled by fate;
Seemingly hopeless
~~~~~~~~~
And when he died
So much sorrow;
Now an urban legend
~~~~~~~~~
Sweet sexy swirl
Curves curl cute;
Vital statistics flaunt
~~~~~~~~~
Children at play
Power struggles start;
Parent referees
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
18 May 2015
Singapore
old longings
drifting in
a far a - way place. . . .
they return-
unfulfilled-
on nostalgia’s wind
9/16/11
The wails of a goddess comes with heated heat & excitement / that causes stings / a symptoms of Gonorrhea / but with the right boot "Goals no rare"
To those who long my goddess with me / i send loads of love to fall on you / I'll continue to chest your arrows for I be Drogba / no matter how skilled you're " A le ri draw gba"
They say chelsea owns the blues / you're just An Everton with stripped white lines / you can't lead the blues / i own the blues with it reggae
Every dawn comes with love / but Friday class with barrister tu / hatred - hissess - sudden projects - open test /I cheat / my babe cheat to
After the stress / I come to love the earth with a good soul / sit on the lyrics of Dior with pop smoke
I'm Ismail Junaid Oluwadamilare that's my ID / not Ìdòwú / don't call me ID
I'm a poet / i do poetry / branches bend for me when I'm tired of the summer / that's the poets tree
I return a song of tribute to father Shakespeare / i just murder lines i don't shake spears of poets /they've bars to
I've sealed all the madness of love that dwells in me
At the transcend of time, each heart unite
Swore intense love, so deep...hoping it will last,
Weaved scenes of romantic dreams each will abide
Holding on together for fate or destiny to trust.
What is a soulmate? I have asked
Dig its meaning, found mine rather as I basked,
Feeling this inside, screaming its wants
Soul that long to have your soul, in great aspiration it hunts!
Spirit to spirit, mind to mind
Heart to heart, all of its perfect kind,
Feeling each other's soul in every hidden cry
Even in silence, both are there giving a nice try.
Ah...how longings can be fulfilled if two souls are apart?
The passionate cries, burning sensations when it starts,
Make restless souls, Oh, how hard it does
The soul is screaming, ravaging like a mirage!
Inner Whispers
**Friends , this is a light-hearted love poem written
a year back and was posted in 'poenhunter' !
TIMELESS LONGINGS ! ( Love Poem)
Come to me during the night my love, -
Through the terrace garden’s rear door;
To smother my flaming passion, -
With your kisses and foaming snow!
While I rest a while in your arms my love, -
With my beating heart going fast to slow!
But you must leave by stealth my love,
Before the cock begins to crow!
You remain like a dark thought in my
mind, -
Which I keep hidden from the light of
day!
The sparkle you leave in my eyes, -
I cover with dark glasses during the day!
Like a red colored blossom my love,
During the day I remain all closed!
To open up at night for you, -
To bloom like a lovely rose!
And as my petals open and bloom, -
You must inhale its sweet perfume!
Let my fragrance cast a spell on you, -
When at dawn you take your flight;
So that you remember to visit me, -
During the dark hours of the night!
And should someone jealous of our love,
Should hunt you or strike you down!
I too shall jump into your grave, -
To remain with you underground!
-Raj Nandy
New Delhi
At the window she waits in loneliness
Moonlight glowing on the river below
she watches for the return of her love
Soft breezes blowing through the willows
accompanying the notes of a Pipa lute
playing an ancient somber melody
It carries to her upon the wind
She reaches her arms up to the stars
and sings of the longings within her heart