Best Yearn Poems
I am to him a Stradivarius, a treasured violin
His bow expertly caresses my supple strings
My body moans when tucked beneath his chin
Revving to his rhythmic pulse, my heart sings
I am the delicate ivory he strokes on his keyboard
his adventurous fingers roam over me in staccato
Those romantic interludes he's adeptly scored
accompanies intimacy to the point of crescendo
I am the mouthpiece on his golden saxophone
Our blues brings about passion and lustful desire
From a distance I hear the pitch of a lone trombone
Emotions build with the heat of a roaring wildfire
Across the well worn bridge of his idle acoustic guitar
I yearn for the virtuoso's touch to strum my chords
But there's no harmony, although we've come so far
No gliding glissandos found at the tips of drawn swords
Now he plays mournful melodies on a native Hopi flute
Reflecting our lives in every wistful and somber note
We're both lost, wandering like phantoms in pursuit
of lost love. We're adrift without oars or sail for our boat
With each wave a tear falls as I lay sheltered in the bow
He sits astern listening to music whistled by the wind
staring at the far horizon with worry etched on his brow
Is this, I wonder, punishment for those who have sinned
Irish accents quake my female southland.
Males 'neath Newsboy Caps stimulate dreamland.
Irish yearns may want touch,
Did not seek to feel such.
Ireland trips could stimulate mate's backhand.
For once this is not fiction
Can you change the past?
I yearn to,
But on condition I carry with me
All that I have learned.
But you cannot change the past.
Still, I yearn for a bottle
Of chilled white wine Chablis.
Delicious on the palette,
Exquisite with rice and plenty of seafood.
The aroma of truffled sauce, the razor clams,
The pinkish prawns and open-wide oysters.
It is my delight.
I yearn for silence, away from rife,
The sounds of cars crashing, the boom of guns,
The killing of innocent people.
I yearn for peace.
I yearn to travel as I used,
For I visited half of Europe
And ventured to Brazil.
Now I’m Island bound and
Travel is no more.
You look good, they say.
But only on the outside.
I yearn for health inside:
The small inoperable cancer,
Kept in check by implants
With bouts of depression
That twice I deleted my poetry site.
Good thing I kept copies of my writings.
But my heart is weak after
Twenty years when I had a triple bypass.
My right eye has the beginning of a cataract,
My left knee needs a replacement
But with Diabetes 2 no operation can be done.
I yearn for my wife.
Seven years I still grieve for her.
She’s in Heaven now.
I yearn for my beloved Lord.
The creator of all.
I pray He takes care of me.
May He grant me a happy death.
And may the Rose of Sharon help me too.
“Your longing for ME is my message to you,
All your attempts to reach ME,
Are in reality MY attempts to reach you.”
Rumi
Without you,
I am a drop in the ocean,
helplessly carried away with waves.
My feet are burning in the sands of time,
leaving footsteps behind, trying to reach you.
You have always been the poem in my heart,
yet no poetry could ever define my love for you.
My pen was untrue, until you gave it sincerity.
Was I even me, until you gave me an identity?
You gave vision to vivid words,
but there is no metaphor to illustrate our passion.
No simile to describe your smile.
No onomatopoeia to portray your voice.
Are there an abundance of alliterations,
expressing the elegant enchantment of your eyes?
But there is an irony to forbidden fruit
and the term:
"be my sinner, you'll become my winner."
I yearn to taste sinful pleasures of your treasures.
Can the gardens of my poetic mind,
keep my silent ink simple,
to symbolise the enigmatic empress of colours,
illuminating from one soul to another.
There is an art to romance.
You are the palette, my fingers desire to stroke,
brushing sensual sensations,
softly whispering seductive sighs -
from your lips to your thighs.
Wrap around me like my winter scarf.
Your skin feels like an exotic fabric,
more precious than silk,
warmer than cashmere,
perfumed with heavenly scents.
I've never been a fighter,
but in your honour, I'll become a warrior,
slay the demons at your door,
slashing with my sword,
protect you from toxic vampires,
as your forever shield.
Once again the metaphors surface.
In the season of death you breathe life into me.
You flow through the arteries of my heart.
After all, what am I, but all yours.
Oh, how I yearn, blossoms of spring
When nights are mired in wintry freeze
And days shudder, as zephyrs zing,
Where fall decayed in frozen breeze.
As meadows ache of dormant dreams
Oh, how I yearn, blossoms of spring
And prairies rushing giggling streams
When songs of romance robins sing.
While shivering trees snowflakes cling
And barren hills long verdant glee,
Oh, how I yearn, blossoms of spring
Where chasing nectar monarchs spree.
When buds winsome of season please
Sprouting trees that rustle and swing,
As tranquil green foothills appease;
Oh, how I yearn, blossoms of spring.
May 5, 2023
Placed 2nd: Writing Challenge – “Y” Words Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Form: Quatern (eight syllables per line)
In the quiet night, I adore your face
So lovely. even when breathing with grace.
I yearn to kiss you, so tender and true,
Whispering my sweet nothings as I knew.
Dawn begins to expand as we embrace.
I kiss her luscious lips, I yearn, hearts race.
We feel the tender flame, our tangled vines,
Stars twinkle softly, fade, and the sun shines.
The multicoloured martins fly in song,
Outside buyers are busy. prices strong.
I go down and order morning good food.
But for our taste coffee is freshly brewed.
The balmy breeze entices us to swim.
I yearn, admiring her figure so slim.
Alas, our honeymoon is over soon,
We go home. In love, we yearn for the moon.
Applauding sun’s halo~ inspiring, rewarding,
Mindfully I rise with the ebullient awakening
Letting soul enliven while robins are singing
And horizon crimson glimmers in dawning.
I hold time still for the blossoms of spring,
Rivers that burble sprucing green prairies
And blue tides bouncing summer’s revelry
And resplendent dazzle of autumnal leaves.
Every memento of love I treasure in delight,
In embrace of family, I cheer life sublime
Rejoicing when I sense success in their eyes
Celebrating milestones of things done right.
Realizing I own a mere fraction of eternity
Elated I feel holding just a speck of infinity
Succeeding more often than failing or quitting
Coping resolutely with poor hand of destiny.
I shun nightmares, choosing dreams of night
Lifting troubled mind when grief occupies,
When darkness rules, I invoke moonlit skies
And paint on visage of hope blissful smiles.
I yearn not for the ships that already sailed,
Regret not having tried the conquests I failed,
But I chase prospects of aspirations deferred
Yet, remain focused on things that matter.
July 20, 2021
Placed 1st: Motivation poetry contest
Sponsor: Shreya LN
You're the fierce flame that burns in my heart,
to keep me going, know that I (was) am
the harmony that loved you from the start.
I weep and mourn for the warm human lamb;
tremble from the deep fearful hollow dam.
None listen to my mournful lullaby.
You laid a breath kiss, died a lover's sigh
under heaven's steps in the endless night.
Shill I taunt the gossamer wings and die?
For I yearn your nearness, your touch, the sky.
12/31/2019
A-B-A-B-B-C-C-D-C-D
If love is...
feeling unloved,
anxious and starved,
give my regards
Does the torment of love's hate
eliminate pain?
If love is trembling lips
and sultry eyes, upon them
everlasting cries,
Charcoal tears that pour
What answers are there
for these unwanted sores?
Binding spells of
the unforgiving way swells
She the accuser shames
with her bitter blame
Aging with, until the bitter end
Accusing of his unrequited love
Awaits for his apologies
with a scorn, torn in self-pity
Nothing gained, nothing learned
Yearn, yearn, yearn
Self-loathing is apparent
Possibly inherent
Therefore, never really knowing
love and its understanding
and had mistaken it
enamored in its--lustful cradle
When the soul still yearns,
The chaos in her heart burns,
lonely is desire
Night skies bend through fading light
spectrum hints of prodigy pale might
restless moons hold her penchant still
burning up in an ever aching sky till
Forehead to forehead wonderments lie
stargazes trapped among cinnamon eyes
dance naked amid sensual tips of desire
fires fed stoked gasped airs spilling higher
Hush the night roam in fantasy fields
foreign found objects of affection yield
faint scratches the surface silently burns
affected simper rest transient intentions yearn
Having read the news as we continue our life's displays
It's similar news to them, when our parents were young
It's towards sad to tragic as we just don't seem to learn
What do we bring to the table, what do us humans yearn
Beirut, Syria, whether deliberation, or accident prone?
It's similar news to them, when our parents were young
Famine, floods, fighting, bloods, all on today's phones
Just what have we learnt from the tips of our tongues
Will we keep reading the news as continuous life flays
It's now similar news to us, we've not learnt when young
We're towards sad to tragic as our learning's lost it's turn
What do we bring to the table, what do us humans yearn
I yearn to know Him
Better than I can explain
Assuring my heart and soul
Of love that is filled with hope
Love that is always in control
Of my words, my thoughts
Every part of my heart
I yearn to show Him
Just how much I love Him
How deeply I need to express
The wonder of His grace
The music pouring from His
Warm and welcome arms
The feelings that I know
Glow brighter than the sun
Raining faith into my soul
Filling me with insight, light
That brightens my entire life
I yearn to grow in Him
With beautiful dreams so alive
They fulfill all my heart’s thirsts
For a drink of something soothing
Comfort that keeps me assured
That His love is always inside me
Thriving, inspiring, guiding me
Toward a better way, a new day
The opportunity to always say
He is light – He is love
He is the grace that portrays
All the beauty and wonder
Of a love that is always kind
A love that is full and alive
A love that will forever survive
I yearn to bestow on Him
The brilliance of joy He stirs
The creativity He inspires
The motivation He awakens
The vision of hope and faith
The revelation of His grace
Flowing through my veins
As His redeeming blood floods
Over my soul, cleansing me
Of the sin that lives within
Where I need Him to show me
The way toward love that glows
On my heart, soul and life
Love that is forever vibrant
I yearn to shadow Him through life
Building my faith around His sparkle
My hope around His vivacity, His wonder
My love around His promises to me
Promises to never leave me nor forsake me
To always be available, a friend until the end
Never letting me down – always abounding
With unconditional love – love that I can believe in
Let your conversation be without covetousness; and be content with such things as ye have: for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee. - Hebrews 13:5 KJV
in faces lined like glaciers
sometimes there's loneliness
that cuts a tow line to safety
air of flux and hostility
over dazed eyes
turbulent modernity
sometimes we yearn for elegance
like a warm shoulder
its edge of acceptance
fitted with precision
yearn to heal a heart in straight jacket pain
to know motivation that punches above the weight
of a fragile frame
to relish the faith of a welcoming hand
to find a community
that bends the bar of one's cage into bracelets
shuffled like a deck of cards
lives seldom remain still
yearning to break an existence slurred by off color jokes
reaching for an unseeable light
a homeward wish
smothering woe
Each penstroke
a commitment
Every erasure
a search
for the elusive
" Life is the story of men who have strived, won or failed and of hearts that keep yearning against all odds" ~ By Poet
Like a pearl locked in an oyster,
You have sealed your heart, barring entry.
What currents flow through your heart?
What eddy churns and gyrates there?
Do the thoughts of our love linger there?
Does my image, to your mind ever return?
Do you recall how we stood silent beneath the stars?
How we then built an epoch in a glance!
We so blindly loved each other.
Like a phantom I followed you behind.
To you alone my heart as offering I gave.
Never suspected any force would tear us apart!
But how Fate waited swift to smite,
And how we had to part in anguish,
Toppling down the sand castles we built,
Leaving a heap of debris behind.
I yearn for what went missing at some point,
Somewhere in the long journey of life.
Now each sunset is a reminder of our touch,
And your laughter rings in my heart as a haunting echo.
I know, there is an ocean between us now
Yet I desperately yearn for your embrace.
Do I not deserve a second chance?
I yearn for you, missing so much.
Will you once more open your heart,
That I can enter it and nest within,
To douse all my smoldering pain
Until Death invites us to our grave