Best Peoplelonging Poems
What is love if it is not the selfless,
Wholehearted joy in another’s fortune?
If it is not the thrill at another’s joy?
If it is not the longing for another’s happiness,
Then what is love at all?
Real love remains untainted by bitter negativity,
By possessiveness and jealousy.
By human nature’s poisons and insecurities.
Love is the power to grant freedom, to trust, to adore.
So, what is love if not the warm and carefree feeling?
A heart brimming full of laughter and light?
If these emotions are not love,
Then who can claim to love at all?
Love is not a need, or desire, nor is it the want of flesh.
Love is the simple pleasure of another’s company,
The sharing, sometimes, the sacrifice,
The ultimate willingness to put another first.
The hunger to make another happy.
The need to dry their tears,
To tend their ill health,
To help them be all that they can be.
To inspire their dreams,
Cultivate ambitions
And give absolutely, unequivocally your all.
Because love makes us better than we are,
And what is love, if it is not the beautiful,
And soul singing feeling of fulfilment,
Pride and joy in the existence of another?
What is love if it is not all accepting,
All forgiving and all kind?
Love is a guiding light in life,
Something to aspire towards.
What is love then,
If not the warmth in my chest,
The smile as I fall asleep,
The eagerness with which I wake?
What is love, if not the excitement,
The anticipation you always leave me with?
I ask you then, what is love,
If it is not what I feel for you?
Yessss.. I know there is a whole orchard,
But why do you linger here?
Why are you so tortured?
I’ll tell you why, my dear…
You ssee I know these thingsss,
as you would too..
If you had my wingsss.
Just look at it…Tasste it..
Ssuch a lusciousss fruit!
What is your fear?
You are very assstute
Good eye, my dear.
The reason here is quite clear.
You are worried about obedience,
to the all powerful maker,
Such a total inconvenienccce!
A total heart breaker !
You are quite wise enough to ssssee.
And bes-sidesss…you know better,
Why not eat from thissss tree?
An innocccent longing and you must curb it..
Why worry about it? You DESSERVE it! Go ahead. It’ll be jusssssst fine!
Don’t worry about the man with you…
He‘ll allow it…Your MAKER gave you his rib... but he hass no ssspine.
My you are lovely today,
And so very WORTH it,
What do you say?
Nice thought. Nurse it.
Besssidesss, Adam’s such a clod…
And if you eat this lusscioussss apple,
You’ll be in just like God!
There ya go! Atta girl! Small ssample..
Now talk Adam into a bite of the same,
You’re already stronger!
It’ll be easssy. He isss ssssso lame!
Don’t wait any longer!
Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!
Now you BOTH can’t see the forest for the trees!!
Hahahahahahahahah!
Why are you idiotss looking for leaves?!!!
WOOPS! Here “HE” comes! Sssorry, wish I could ssstay!
Have a nicccccce day!! Hahahahahahah! (exit Eden)
{not elibible for her contest but inspired by Carol Brown and her
Apples, oranges contest. Thank you Carol.)
There once was a day where lonely hearts could play
without any pain, blame or suffering
There once was a night, where the love was just so right
nothing to stop them, no one to hold them
responsible
There once was a hour where with no thoughts in mind
only the feelings of longing inside
to feel that closeness shared so true
Between the man and women subdued
fallen in without a raft
drifting further out to sea
with no protection in sight
They gave into fear of needing someone
of needing a place to be
closed up inside, their bodies were tight
and no longer, hungering
There once was a minute, where lonely hearts could lay
without any commitment, from midnight to day
enveloped indeed, these lonely hearts bleed
for something much more desiring
For this is the second, where lonely hearts think
that life could change so drastically
and everything, from that moment on
their hopes and their dreams, were so far gone
But not out of touch, and not out of reach
for this is the time, for new beginnings.
Lord, I hear Selma
And I see them coming one by one
Your dusky children with their dusty seat
Walking until they can get a seat
At the front of your glory
Lord, I know the trumpet don't sound the same
For Gabriel not blowing tonight
He is in a prison cell
Waiting for the chain to fall
Like tears from the mind of children
Among the tares, among the tares
Gabriel showing Martin the map of heaven
And he telling him sweet
Jesus, to lay down his burdens
By the river side
We will not board again
The underground train with cargoes of pain
He telling him sweet
Jesus, the Lord will provide
A ram in the ticket
If he put up the sword
A man die must the way he live
Such a paradox here
The tragic morning on the balcony
For peace was all he lived by
And just over some garbage they did this thing
O Lord, that is some nasty hearts
But I dreaming still
For only in dream the reality goes away
Only in dreams the bleeding ends
Only in dreams this land gives me peace
Only in dreams my children
Still can see the mountain top
I dreaming about love
Don't wake me up
Because I am tired and need my rest
My soul been marching too long
Trekking in the coffled gang since Benin
Marching up the ships' plank
Marching around this Jericho, this Mississippi
Looking for the stones of my father's tribe
Looking for stones that marked the place
Where I must crossover
This raging river of our history
This awesome monument of forgiveness we have
This longing to say, brother,
It is a good morning not to die
And wipe the tears from his eye
And justice though it comes in the night
Will shine like the sun everywhere
A long, long time
Before the lion eats straw with the lamb
There are but a few peole who touch your life and change it.
You yourself hold far more power to change than to be changed.
So, we enter into and walk out of peoples lives as ripples on a pond,
Effectual for only a moment,
However long that may be.
Perceptions, fears and emotions change regularly,
Like butterflies brushing air with their wings.
Whispers in the trees at night.
We don't even think about it,
We don't feel we need to know.
One thing that can be assumed is that everyone is lonely deep down.
Some recognise it,
Others are afraid of it.
But, most find ways to deal with it.
There are two types of loneliness in life;
The emptiness in the heart of someone who has loved and lost,
And the unforfilled searching of someone who has never quite found what they are looking for.
In truth everyone is resigned to solitude in some small way,
Since no one can truely know another's mind,
Or truely share another's emotions.
We are isolated by the pure humanity that makes us need to fill the void.
The beautiful irony of yet another flawed human emotion,
Not laid out on the hearts and minds of millions,
Like love and hate,
But tucked into a tiny courner to whimper in the night and nag at the bearers soul.
In general, wholey unnoticed,
But, in part,
A hollow echo of the longing to be truely understood and empethised with by a fellow man.
Lonesomeness,
A guiding social light,
An unforfilled quest,
And, most of all, a part of all human nature.
Form:
Kings reign in their palaces
to lead
Farmers in farm
to weed
Observe the ants in need
Though a uniquely enormous breed
They labour not for greed
At heart they’ve agreed
None will go, for food plead
They sought not to impede
Neither none to exceed
By the second, minute...
...they ‘ll knead
In all of our efforts
to proceed
In self-glory we fought
to succeed
Once again see the ants in deed
As a force they wholly concede
Seeking to serve with speed
All’s longing they’ll heed
If it’ll take them to bleed
They all will not reced
Until all are freed.
Love latent in us unladled cloyed our heart with pain
Orgasmic thoughts that seed our efforts vain
Residues of things that will not walk away
Nested in the memories few, the longing lips to say
Always in innocense, yet love yearns still for you.
I dream of crimson early evenings,
of smoldering clouds of afterglow
I share the longing of stray pigeons
for home skylines they dearly know
I wish to fly away from the nightmare
of the truth of me here in death row!
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