Best Needing Poems

me
needing
you through
good and bad
times shared of
joy and love with
forgiveness linked
into redemption
saved through troubled times
with truth is grace
loving daily
portrayed and
pure is love
through me
needing
you



Forgive me, the "Backwards Poem" form is not an option on Poetry Soup so I listed it as a "verse". It is a form...

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How street lamps cast a pallid light,
    Which bleeds, through this angst I bestow
    On thoughts dim … flamed by an invite
    To leave a dwelling, soul of woe
    While ambling far ...

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I sit in the dark needing the light.
Pretending I am content living in sorrow.
The blinds could be opened
Changing the course of the day
Bringing light and Love into a bleak place.
One gentle tug and the forest sun will brighten everything
Bringing rainbow light into my life. My...

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We made each other a promise
over chilled wine...
as we smiled
with an irresistible desire;
even the most beautiful words
can lose their meaning over time!

I should have been the perfect lover
with that unquenchable thirst for more,
only to be consumed by passion once:
not afraid to feel like a thirst...

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31.
Some work day mornings just fill with sour time.
The evenness of the florescent lights is annoying
I see all the familiar faces hating every moment along with me.
A department meeting, how horrifying.

The common voices outlining choices--that have nothing to do with you
Blacken and blue, I must...

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She smells of stale garbage and wine
Her boots all worn and tattered
Stern-faced and stony eyes
Dressed in a tired ol' mink
She shivers as she takes a rest
From pushing her metal cart
Squeaking and overflowing with
Items reflecting her life
She had been warned twice to move
The choice was not...

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My soles grate from cuts on bare feet
eyes growing hazy, rattling a waif’s hum;
and I freeze, quiver as night enfolds
like pointed ice tearing a heart in scraps .

A ruptured cry mirrors my dusky face,
while weary thoughts keep the stars awake
praying for grace to tide the...

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A preponderance of evidence
escalates
as tangled thoughts figure-eight
only to resonate
in a haze of Cerebral*Hypoxia.
You leave me breathless
While my heart
hammers,
I drown in yearning
as realization dawns.
Life, without you, is torture
and this is bliss-
seeing truth
within your eyes
and finding love.








* Cerebral hypoxia refers to deprivation of oxygen supply to brain...

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Rain pours, oh my soul
Soothing as rhythmic drum beats.
Peacful sleep at last....

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I need your hand 
To support my way, 
Your sein to embrace 
My breast every day. 

The arome of your body 
To refresh the smell of mine, 
Your breath and mouth 
To get cooler my shine. 

I need your smile, 
To be near me every...

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Conclusion of past regrets full of rage
Last scene closing on the finale stage
Oblique entries into a malevolent cage
Secretive questions why were we engaged
Egressions of needing to turn another page

Optimism for a novel and fresh new life
Painful memories almost being your wife
Exposed lies that free me...

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Within the darkness of the night
When blackness fills the room
The only light is from the stars
The only smile is from the moon

My emotions slowly come alive
And my dormant thoughts arise
Finding them becoming realities
As your sweet image I visualize

While you sleep I watch you lovingly
Praying a...

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I wish I wasn't dissapointment
wish I wouldn't hurt them more
if I could I'd give them ointment
healing sores I caused before.
i'm supposed to be a grown up
yet down, so growing's slow
the past; I sure did grow tough
from forgetting my first home.

~little house up on the shore 
~is...

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I'm trying to breath but it's hard to, living 
in this world like being trapped behind d-
oor  corner. Seeking for a light but still it's 
like living in a night where a day will never 
come, really, yeah, I'm stucked like a car in...

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Dedicated to Charlie Cooper, poet brother, R.I.P.
, 
 Awake to  God’s Touch +++

Desperate prayers
Shouted, even silently
Howling heavenward:
Begging, pleading    
Again
For God to come…

Poignant prayers
Revealing struggles,
And needing help   
   to go on through
Present straits; to be
Embraced through
Aloneness and fears.

Those...

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