Best Pining Poems
The knots have knots…God?
Threads of needing, want, desire;
passion spent on barren sod
left to burn on flaming pyre.
God, the knots have knots?
Nodes and nodules, full of spoor,
planted upon poisoned plots
hoarding, warmth, desire and more…
God, the knots have knots!
Pulse, and pump; push, and explore
lose the beastly cankerous clots
excrete angst, open the pore,
Free the knots, God, please…
By root and rote, the seedling pleads.
Contest: Me Against Myself
Date 6/30/11
D. Guzzi
They fall, and get hurt, and again race right after,
Life's full of home-made cookies and laughter,
They absolutely adore every season
They promise by pinkie and lie for no reason,
They learn by osmosis, that is asking Why,
They dare to count every star in the sky,
They aren’t tormented by guilt or by doubt.
When they get sad, they can cry it out loud.
Playground in the park is the best place on earth
Where Past, Present, Future are equally worth...
"Life's is a stage and a man is an actor"
What happens to careless innocent laughter?!
The best season is on a tropical island,
Tears still shed, are not wet but are silent,
We still learn indeed but from our mistakes,
Love's two-way street where one gives and one takes.
Wounds, self-inflicted from emotional pain,
Success rate is measured by things that we gain,
We merely pass by the playground in the park,
The birthplace of innocent, curious spark.
I gave you the words
You made them superb
We're the top most team
I wrote winning songs
Your voice made them strong
Fame came from your dream
( - - C H O R U S - -)
... So it's you who'll perform
A bypass on me
Ripped out and torn
By your celebrity
You relish the chase
Ready for next face
Devouring your fame
. .. Do you remember me saying ...
You bring the words to me
Nothing was spared in them
Lyrics lay everything bare
Love notes sent from me
Soared your popularity
You waited for the next
I wrote us in those stories
Only you claimed the glory
... What do you expect...
( - - C H O R U S - -)
... So it's you who'll perform
a bypass on me
Ripped out and torn
By your celebrity
You're top of your game
Pop star misbehaving
I sit in the shade
... Do you remember me saying...
You bring the words to me
Everything exposed....
You sing the words in me
To strangers, something we made
( - - BRIDGE - -)
Words the World has never heard
I put them into your mouth
Fame has raised you, but I made you
And you have closed me out
Celebrity stole your care
Hunting here, pausing there
Let me bring the lines to life...
Why can't I touch your soul?
Authenticity you'll never know.
Love like this won't come twice....
( repeat first part of Chorus several times )
21st August 2020
Edward Ibeh Contest,
Pick A Title Lyric
Pining for the moon:
For that far away light hanging just beyond your reach.
What do you do when trapped by life, ebbing, slipping out of sight;
Watching the world morph into unrecognizable shapes and face.
Do you wait and hold your breath, be swept up in the tide?
Pining for the moon and that long-awaited night
When cool balm of crystal light makes all calm at its sight.
Silver, blue, white: under which all becomes soft.
What hope do we have when, in this wash of
illuminating light, they look into your face and lie?
Pining for the moon but fearing the dawn when sun erases the night
And the lies of man finally come to light.
Is abrasive truth better than false hope?
Oh that it would never be light when man’s heart shows
It’s endless night.
A crab & gruyere tarlet
moroccan spiced pie
treacle & coconut tart
a yorkshire curd tart
jam roly-poly
custard &
cream!
Ever missed that warming love,
That from honest heart comes?
It’s more assuring than all hopes,
Far sweeter than honey’s combs.
It’s such solacing truth amidst lies,
Heart-strengthening feel like none;
That renews sick worn-out sinew,
And resuscitates the injured man.
By rarest graces such love’s found,
Not by one’s painstaking searches,
It's not buyable with buck or pound;
It’s wholly divinely given from above.
Pining is the result when such love
Isn’t found among those around us,
Sobs ensue if such warmth’s lacked;
Losing love so true is bitterest curse!
The Pining Pine Tree
The pining pine tree brings Christmas joy,
and then is discarded.
Pining away into the cosmic dust everyday
Faster than the second hand flies across the face of the moon
Changing its course in an elipse of untold counting.
Here lies the one that got nowhere with no one on the earth,
The burst of flames made the way that told its ending would be soon
Amongst the ashes of the forgotten teardrops dried crust.
Where Pluto goes comes the dawn of lifetimes on the earthly planes,
Two hundred forty eight earth years to be exactly right on time
For the birth death cycles of many hearts including mine.
I went walking and I wondered.
If her heart like mine had thundered.
As I got near she couldn't speak.
And as I stood my knees got weak.
Every day I hope and pray.
That she will come and want to stay.
And let me know she wants me too.
And take my heart and make it new.
It's hard to navigate sometimes.
To find your way with simple rhymes.
The words in pen begin to flow.
But when she's near, I just don't know.
Deep in my dreams the answer lies.
But when I wake the answer dies.
Another day wondering alone.
It seems that's all this heart has known.
I wait in trust and faith above.
That she will one day be my love.
And want to be here in my arms.
And soothe me with her gentle charms.
Note: This is about a girl I pined for for 35 yrs. Yeah, I know, what? :) But a year or so ago someone else came into my life and replaced that emptiness and pain in my heart. But now her and I are on the outs. So life goes on. :/ ?
far from the ground
a sun faced sea shines on me
no trouble i see but a sail with no wind
to catch no worry in the air
should i swim so long and tire arms
and reach the golden glaze ahead
on islands set down to catch a glimpse
of flocking beasts and friendly herds
The dulcet dawn serenely veneered
my heart’s horizon with streaks of halcyon hues,
spread the sunburst tinges of timeless yearning,
painted a golden garden in my heart’s canvas,
blooming with the lilac luster of my love,
unfurled the facsimile of your astral floral face, I adored.
As the pristine patina of the radiant roses
flushed fresh your cherubic cheeks resplendent,
sparkling with seraphic grandeur of glittering pearls,
relentless rhapsody wrapped the meadow of my mind.
The cadence of your remote heart pulsated within mine,
in the ether of encompassing euphoria I floated.
In the vivacious valley of my verdant heart,
configured by the chromatic contours of your charm,
I carved an ardent conduit of earnest yearning to reach you.
The fervent cloud of my captivating craving
melted in an endless torrent of engulfing emotion,
where you disappeared with the cascading waves of despair.
Drifting listless in the desiccated wilderness
of the waning memory of the divested longing,
my tear drops rolled on the dismal course of melancholy,
where I heard the enchanting echo of songs you sang for me.
You never knew how much in the downhearted time
I missed you when I was deprived of your love.
I lost the lilt of longing in the debris of broken heart,
transient flame of the trajectory of devoured desire
furrowed in my mind a blazing trail of yearning,
I fancied I could trace in the track of spurting star,
even if it was fleeting like the flicker of your love.
That was when I felt like I didn’t dream enough.
As I heard the squelch of submerging sorrow
stealthily enter my heart into the void you made,
the miasma of melancholy enveloped
the shattered landscape of longing.
The swirling sigh of its wafting desolation
trailed the remote resonance of my pathos.
In bleak landscape that shaped my psychic wasteland,
your footprints disappeared across the pining plateau
beyond the turquoise trail of lingering longing,
forcing me to wander chasing mirage, taking me nowhere.
The flakes of dream flew away in the desert storm,
I wish I could then decipher how to abandon you.
When the moon weeps, a silver rain falls
Soft on rooftops, a gentle music,
No thunder,no wild wind whips the sea,
Just tranquil tears, simmering and slow.
Perhaps the shadows lengthen on earth
With the fading of light in the sky
Or, one feels the loneliness of night
With a pining heart, when the moon weeps.
I Want You Back
I want you back because it saves me looking
It’s not your sexual enchantment, or fabulous cooking
Solitary and forlorn without your condemnation
I offer you this olive branch for your consideration
It will also save me time, I’m used to its misery
Suffering is as addictive as it is derisory
Can you see your way, to eating my food
Ignoring me daily and to my family, rude
I can overlook all this, no need to make me tea
I’ll be your doormat if you’ll come home to me
Please keep your salary. I’ll fund your life
Keep all your charms that cut like a knife
Come home, do nothing at all if you wish
Don’t wash a fork, knife or a dish
Let’s give it a crack, say forty-five years
At least I won’t be lonely, one of my fears
So, what do you say? Return to the rut
I’ll be subservient, my mouth will be shut.
David Cox 16/10/22
Why does the heart ache?
Why does it seem to break?
Why don't I see a reason,
In all these varied season?
Pining for love,
Is it the reason?
Then in the midst of wild excitement I did play
Among the trees and sapple grass
Bright with the spirit of a summer's day,
Wearing my youthful bliss outward
With dazzling smile and prancing step
And others to share the light awhile
Of a wondrous time in memory yet,
None were the sorrows that strain the heart
Or the waiting displeasures at every turn
Nor the desolate cries of the brain
From which I now yearn,
None, in the midst of my youthful song
When I ran through the dancing meadows,
Delighting in its ways.
W.A. CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 1994.