Best Yearning Poems
Spring is back.
For hark!
The Eastern Bluebirds have returned,
Flying in droves from tree to tree,
Singing to their hearts’ delight.
No wonder they symbolise
The joy and happiness
Of gardens with fragrance love.
Yet I also admire The Swainson Thrush,
Aspiring grandeur with its fluting song.
A sure sign that Spring is back,
A choir of music mixed with skylarks,
Achieving a harmonious symphony,
A feeling that adds to the joy of bells.
I want to push the clouds away
The morning mist creeping
Near the surface is ready to emerge
Whirling autumn leaves
Leaving a red and orange desert ground
This is right I suppose ~ the time is here now
The summer was too short
Runs faster than a leopard
Autumn goes right through me
Cold gust into my soul
Allready missing the flowers with dress diamonds
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Ancient, rugged hills worn down by time
I miss the lush green hills of my home
Leaning away from the peaceful valley,
Mountains forged from eons long forgotten
During those prehistoric periods before
Earliest settlers found the Appalachians,
Already old, tired, and wrinkled, awaiting
The laughter of young children discovering,
Holding the secrets of ancestors denied
Their birthright by Jacobs and Jacob-ites
Where old waters flow down into new,
New River old, maybe older, than the Nile.
I miss the lush green hills of my home
Leaning away from the peaceful valley
Where John Deere still breaks the ground
In the springtime after a long, hard winter,
And where flowers bloom into October
Especially if Mother Nature allows them.
And she does, for that is her mountain way,
Creating an everlasting yearning for reunion
Back home in those West Virginia hills.
POEM OF THE DAY, December 2, 2021
Poetry Soup
written November 30, 2021
#49 on the Best New Poems List on Poetry Soup
December 8, 2021
Hearts like ours will cross our silent yearning
and dance with lonely wishes and dreams
to find the longing realm of love
Like vagabonds, we will dance on empty streets
of false contentment and illusion...until
Love finds us worthy to nourish our souls
and welcome us
Guiding us into a luminous fervor
of rapidly pounding heartbeats
breaking free from bonds of tethered despair
as we cradle in our palms the burning hope of yearning
at long last found,
throbbing from each kiss melted by hunger and set loose
from the deepest cavern of starved emotion
kept for so long
hidden away from the untrusted words of false sweetness
where we guarded our heart's precious passions
that would have brought madness to our souls
if stolen or casually thrown away
Love found us worthy in its own time
and allowed us to share the beauty of our hearts
to become one heartbeat and yearn no more
12/18/20
Oh! How I despise dawn’s blushing optimism
and dried hydrangea blooms sepia skinned and papery thin.
Humdrum hands beat doldrums drum.
Why won’t the summer solstice light this darkness?
A gnawing hollow where my heart should be.
Where cinder clouds float in negative space
memories collect like nesting sparrows beneath eaves.
I stray, a waif lost with my armful of loss.
Your death did steal my breath and heartbeat like a thief
while October’s wind trembled aspens like harp strings.
(Ten Poem Titles)
The Corruption Of My Lust For Life
Autumn Side Of September
Mundane Matters Of Mortals
Theft Of My Will To Survive
In Woes And Throes Of Sorrow
A Vanilla Dove
Escape Of The Bluesman’s Song
The Sham Of My Humanity
Death Is The Bane Of My Existence
The Shedding Trees Of Autumn
My lips
Taste the salt
Of passion’s heat
The nectar of our love
Fresh on my tongue
Our bodies yearning
Always yearning,
Never satisfied,
We crave each other
As a deep addiction
Of two linked souls
TLR
2-11-18
Immerse in the tranquility of truth
And believe in the opulence of your
Devine being, BEHOLD IT,
As the proof, You seek is THOU
As Heaven’s Breath of Spiritual eloquence
As an Infinite horizon
In the radiance of light of Heaven
As beyond Yourself
As LOVE with Conscious intent
In the waves of Tenderness
Ascending and Receding
To return to the Egoless light
Behold,
Open the gate of your Heart
To witness the fountain of LOVE
The redeeming endless flow
That reconciles LOVE to life
Dear wandering pilgrim,
The gatekeeper Of HEART,
BLEED THE WATER OF LOVE
EAGERLY and BLISSFULLY
TO CLEANSE
THE WORLD IMPURITIES
And give gratitude to let the Fountain
Of Purity, Kindness, and Tenderness
Trail the robe of Bliss and Glory
TO BESTOW LOVE,
HUMANITY And COMPASSION
Until YOU REMEMBER
that YOU are ‘’LOVE’’
THE ULTIMATE HEALER
THE ULTIMATE
MANIFESTATION OF TRUE LOVE
THE TRUE SUBLIME CREATION OF LOVE
My soul has a yearning
I dare not speak aloud
The earth forever turning
But my wants I am not allowed
There are things for which I ache
From the depths of my heart
Things I ponder daily
But I cannot take part
My soul has a yearning
I fear I will never know
But I go right on wanting
I cannot seem to let go
My unsated soul
Your truth yearns to know my Lord
Unfulfilled desire!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
22 September 2018
5-7-5
Realizing, Yearning For Lost Youth Had Birthed Poetic Aches
Just past forest green, field of cold and hard stones
there in his youth he oft sat, rejected, sad and alone;
blissful in solitude and mindful of dark world's hurt
poet in deep thought, how best to write and atone.
Creating realms to shatter earth's hardest day
well beyond this world's mass of whirling decay;
in ragged jeans and older brother's torn shirt
searching, searching for life and a better way.
With pen in left hand and an armada of words
scribbling out verses, only to please singing birds;
with heart's pure joy in each word gushing spurt
he deeply scrutinized all his well crafted words.
Years flew by, sanctuary was lost to worldly greed
slowly, ever so slowly he gave way to selfish needs;
his desires, he in prideful arrogance sought to convert
thus raising his own sorrows from lust's thorny seeds.
Racing back, searching for that field lonely dreams
a child again, escaping world's darkest schemes;
found he, truth and joy replaced by life's great hurt
flowing forth in never ending black raging streams.
Then one fine dawn, he remembered that sad, sad place
cold stones that spoke, spoke to him face to face;
regain thy true soul, plant seeds in fresh, fertile dirt
for thy youthful years, no poetic words can replace.
With far greater knowledge, his grief he forsakes
realizing, yearning for youth had birthed poetic aches;
he sat there in new bought jeans and bright shirt
writing new poetic verses, during sweet coffee breaks.
August 2nd, 2017
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For the 'The Poet's Ache' contest - Greg Barden
How can I sever wolf-waves from the selfish sea?
I ache to cut the rogue from the relentless flow
his crest —swelled in high rise on testosterone tide—
swindles my tease to tame his blue Neptune flame
mocking my sun dried bed with unruly despise
he rides a white steed in petulant power with the moon
I am the passive strand of sand longing for his rhythm
oh timpani thunder roll in roll over me my skin awaits
taunt of aerated fate I await with serrated silence
stranded by him… I await… as inconsequential
as an oyster without a pearl
as a pearl unfulfilled without a knotted strand
I am the beach exposed at the lowest ebb
my eyes not sand-blind when cherry sun colors him red
and fuels his restless quest for honeypot conquests
to consummate sunset with supple skies far from home
and conjugate with sugar-shores not his own
my protests to his stray-sprees lay like loose scree
lure-lyrics litter air but then die a pale chitter in his ear
fruited gripes broken in breakers re-rhymed into pulp
summer-sweet to his palate as beach plum wine—
whine in the grind of my grain soundproofed by his kiss
where is his echo to my thirsty plea of love
when he’s the romeo sea and I’m the sand seduced
who exists in recline to absorb his homecoming
while beach-grass-bending-wind
whips my voice away from my throatless soul?
my resist drowns in liquid grooves of his Aquarian drum beat—
spume churned in our surf zone becomes spindrift in wind
echoes of the silent shore echo in me alone
I yearn for truth in the deep
recess of my soul,
for truth is a song celebrating life,
and life is the composition of all things.
I yearn for knowledge,
for without knowledge truth would
not be, and error would not be know,
for error is a song out of tune.
I yearn for wisdom,
for wisdom is a child in humble
access of truth,
having knowledge of error to correct
the unsung.
I yearn for peace,
peace is a free bird flying in
the open sky,
a joy to behold in perilous night
caressing the wind of time.
I can’t rid of the bags under my eyes
The crowfeet despise, all were lies,
Conjured was an illusion of you
Throughout my groping confusion
evasive, flimsy
A-m-o-r-p-h-i-c, innuendos
I was subjected to your derision
dissing me relentlessly
deriding my appearance,
disparaging my intellect
as I stumbled and fell into the abyss
Mocking doesn’t suit my countenance
My lips desert dry, thirsty, parched
An amazon no longer beats its drum
My buoyant nature now laden with coarsened shroud
Leaving a cardboard moon deprived of its shine
Stars like candles blown out one by one
No use waiting for the rising Sun
The end of world does come,
stopped spinning neath heavy ebon clouds
Expectations unreal
All zeal gone, listless is my spirit
along with my illumination
Now you see me
unmasked in raw anguish
I d
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jowls hang from endless
torment endured
like the drenched and cold, wounded hawk
taken flight, eagle-eyed, a warrioress
more determined and bold, traveling on
with unlimited range
and self-esteemed
This bird,
you
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If I know what you want
I would give it to you
How about the moon
A bandit I will become
Disguised as the wind
I will quickly steal it from the sky
And hand it to you
I don’t know what you want
I haven’t a single clue.
My heart you already have
Maybe I gave it too soon
Because all you did was take it
And break it in two
I tried to sew it together
But the cut was made too deep
Every time I think of you
Throbbing pain burst open
The wound I try to conceal
If you pour your love upon it
It will begin to heal
But all I can do for now
Is keep yearning for you
I close my eyes, I see you
You star in all my dreams
I will wave my magic wand
Puff!
Darn, you are still there
A handsome tattoo etched on my mind
What can I do next?
To make you disappear
To erase you from my life
I see you everywhere
The tears my eyes are shedding
Is nothing compared to the river
My waning heart is raining
My weeping heart is stained
With excruciating pain
If I was physically harmed
The doctor could patch me up
The yearn I feel for you
Few will understand
How did you reach in
So incredible deep
Each heart should come with a sign
“Fragile, easy to break
Handle with care!”
That could have saved me
Nights of sleepless tears
But for now I must suffer
Yearning for you
The melody of the silent wind spoke
to the lonely road towards the twilight hour.
Cute footsteps of the moonbeam
thrilled the seashore besides the divine power.
Sweet giggle of the heartbeat of the waves
embroidered the fashion coat of all unstitched dreams
some are designers, some are ethnics
Like the road separated by sea and streams .
Its been a long time,nobody passed by this path !
Whenever the road glimpses a falling star,
By closing her grey eyes ,
she yearns for her most awaiting dearest passenger....!