Best Wanting Poems
Wanting…
Fills up time and clutters my mind.
Make me happy, I don’t like waiting.
The unknown hurts.
Not knowing my heart – the worst pain of all.
Your smile
Your hug
Your kiss
Your caress
Your tenderness
Holding you in the night
Perfume scented tranquility
Bringing me humility
Your breath upon my chest
Is my life, till the day I rest
In my grave
Missing you
Need
Revisited before and again
Dreams as pain
Longing like rain
On desert's dry sand,
Breeze in the heat
Refresh and hope
Words come like rain, flowing so naturally
Puzzle together a Monet
A sonnet
Wanting a dream come true.
A tree by a river, a dock by its bay
A sunset so vivid, a picture to portray
Snow cascades a mountain
A deer and foe lay low
leaves crumble and fall as
the winds begin to blow
Sprinkles of rain creep silently down
while stars gaze over a sleepy little town
A night that’s too quiet for sudden sound
all seems shy in waiting,
wanting to be found…
Wasn't meant to be mine...
Or yours, or his
There was none to give
Foolishly longing for what I'd never...
you'd never... we would never be
How so vibrant yet empty?
Compassionate, heartless, evil angel
A lovely contradiction...so beautifully vile
Charismatic killjoy, a selfish philanthropist
A gripping lesson in bittersweet taste test...
This vintage is superb...a velvet mouth feel
Supple body...long legs...sweet kurant and spice on the front
But then tannins tartly dry the tongue
Robbing moisture with overpowering acidity
Dropping my glass, cursing the Vintner...
That I knew and wanted, leaves me a fool
Masochisticly chasing a trail of footprints
...Dissipating as the tide washed away any trace
She walked backwards inviting with a curled finger
wicked smile daring my passion,
tempting my attraction
I knew this game, vaguely familiar
Couldn't place the relevance in my memory
And still I followed....as my footprints vanished behind me
With that girl following them hurt and confused...
Sexy
wanting
playfully pert
experienced
sexed
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I love you so damn much
I now find it hard myself sometimes
To stop myself from feeling like I am
in full control and not loosing my grip
and touch of reality
That is exactly just how much per say
And I had to say and admit this out loud
to someone anybody anyone else
other than i alone
That you are the reason I now in fact
believe
That my loved ones that I have lost
in my short lived life thus far along
the way
Will be and are waiting to greet me
on the other side hopefully in the afterlife
The reason I went full circle from hating
to loving life
Woke up one morning and seen the
sun in all of its ethereal glory
Watched a single ray peek through a
gap the clouds had left
And kissed me tenderly on my cheek and warmed my heart beneath and above my feet
Provided me with hope when I had
no absolutely no hope or faith inside
me left at all
Made me whence I went to bed want
to wake up earlier than ever in the morning
So I could welcome in a fresh new dawn
and enjoy another natural majestic sunrise
with mine own eyes
Stand out in a downpour waiting patiently
for a rainbow to appear right in front of me
Wishing wanting never to follow the
pot of gold at the end of its arch
Quench me nourish me cloth me
home me
But firstly and mostly above and beyond
all else
Love me like no one else has before and
will since
So in return I love you so much back
Words alone are not enough to describe
the fact
The feeling I alone have inside just
for you from the very depth of my
soul
That causes me such distress and
unease I choose to both show wear
and carry your love upon my sleeve
Nevermind whomever will see it and
know
I remember those days not long ago
Where carefree moments cleared my mind
They were the days of happiness
Filled with love and much sunshine
A life that seems so long ago
As times like that are far behind
I hope to get them back one day
Let carefree moments ease my mind
This is me raping the red of an apple,
the breathy sweetness of the flesh underneath,
a slab of clean, radiant cold filling my mouth.
I can feel it under my teeth,
your skin,
like the calm of an apple.
This is the tip-toe edge of a knife
slipping through the base of my skull,
and the blooming sickness of blood
curling up in my throat, as cold
and as calm as metal,
a tide against my tongue,
the breaking of waves against gritted teeth.
An untamed, hot wind like wanting.
I am red like the sun
snapping the softness of the shadows, the
patience of the moon and her lazy circles,
dripping white perfume and
jazz –silver and cold onto the hungry earth.
I am mournful, desperation,
fingers pressed on parted lips
and hollow strings –the soft, clear scent of wood,
the cool reality of it unfolded beneath my palm,
lithe as skin.
This is me waiting for you
because empty has overtaken
my marrow, scooped out fistfuls of organs
and flung them across the stars.
I have nothing, so I set it on fire,
and it burns
and it burns to nothing.
And this is me reducing myself to ashes,
wrapping my arms around my chest to
count the beats,
wishing they wouldn’t skip
so
fast.
notes spilling into
the white spaces where the shape of you
waits empty.
This is me conducting music in the rain,
your name beating at the windshield,
sliding silky down my thighs.
This is me flooding across the floor,
the heaviness of the inhale before syllables –
an ocean staining my reason –
You: beautiful, intangible, surreal
as I reach for the
bright spots of the moon,
the unbroken crimson of an apple,
the wet indigo of the sky.
A cold, pregnant emptiness curving,
the breathlessness of the sea
misted white over my fingertips.
There is no doubt about it
I am bad
I can't do anything right
And I always think things wrong
How do I ever expect to be free?
God will always mess with me
And correct me
Do I want this?
I don't know
I am kind of tired of this
But then I don't want Him NOT to do it
So what am I to do?
God, is this what life is?
I don't know
When am I ever going to be "not fixing"?
When are You going to be done with me?
I try and try and it seems it's no help
I will always say the wrong thing
Do the wrong thing
I will never be perfect
Ahh it's a lost cause
Why do I ever think I can be perfect?
Not a chance
Only God is ever perfect
I should know that
But that doesn't stop me from trying, right?
Or wanting it
Ahh God what do you put in me?
Love arrives like a warm zephyr,
melting away reality.
And arouses dormant desires,
that erupt like molten lava.
Dying embers flare into flames,
that linger in private places.
And you experience feelings,
that surpass infatuation.
Love's such an extraordinary
sensation you can't help but smile.
For it makes you feel euphoric,
and unbelievably happy.
Love's like a rainbow of color
you exuberantly pursue.
While hope keeps fantasies alive,
on the off chance, they may come true.
Your heart fills with exaltation,
when you first start falling in love.
And anticipation leaves you
feeling breathless, yet wanting more.
Where did it begin?
Seeing those sad, lovely eyes
saunter by my desk,
or somewhere on the street.
Watching you walk home,
Quick paced step, tennis shoes,
Wanting more of you
Young heart skips a beat
Weekends full of hope,
seeing friends, in the scene
walking the the big mall
hoping we would meet.
Then summer came back
working out, long and lean
Weekend job pumping gas
making money in the heat.
Party time gave chance
You showed up,
Drinks, dancing brought you near
Meeting you a real feat.
Night wore into morn
Friends paired off in between
We bumped in the hall
Eyes looking darkly sweet
Heart beats strangely fast
Whispering close, smell clean
Wanting more of you
Take your hand, down the street
Stars shining so bright
As close as we've been
We talk for an hour
Fragrant air, flowers sweet
Sun rises in sky
Hair flows down like a queen
Wanting more of you
I crumple in defeat
Stammering some words
Wiggling in my jeans
Wanting more of you
Shuffling both my feet
You turn to my face
A kiss, we gently lean
Wanting all of you
we sit down on a seat
Park bench, cold and hard
Painted white and green
What a perfect place
To fall in love so sweet
Sheer lust
Two thrust
.
August 19, 2014.
.
What cruel trick is hope;
when it only masks pain?
And abandons the heart;
as the tears fall like rain.
Disenchanted with fate;
hope promises escape.
Yet, time stretches it thin,
trying to change its shape.
Why do we feel compelled
to act like all is well?
And suffer in silence,
though we're feeling like hell.
When we prosper, we feel
disgruntled with our lot.
And scoff at good fortune;
cheapening what we've got.
Not content with living;
to God, we put our cry.
And embrace religion,
believing souls don't die.
When opportunity
knocks, greed opens the door.
And never satisfied;
we're always wanting more.