Best Yearnings Poems

The slow progress of a wandering mind.
With quiet ambition, too swift to humble.
I should not fall, will not break,
I fear that I will never give up my quest.

It's strange now that I search,
Never knowing what for, or where to look.
I feel the years drawing in.
Impatient...

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Simple yearnings are the only ones I’ve ever known
                   Gentle as the sparrow’s wing forever having flown
Easy as the summer sun that rises in the sky
 ...

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X-rated Yearnings


And
Beauty
Caught
Desire’s
Excited
Fancy,
Guided
Her
Into the lair of
Jealousy’s
Kingdom,
Lured and
Manipulated the
Nuances
Of
Perfection’s
Quest,
Roused the
Sensual
Torment of
Uneasy
Virtue,
Wakened
X-rated
Yearning's
Zest.



9/2/2014
for Shadow Hamilton Abecedarian Contest

I was not able to discern any difference between the
Abecedarian and ABC poetic forms....

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Candle lit burning in the back porch 
He grab my hand
freezing and taunting in the moment
Maybe he is superb, living must in my world
Tis' I adore the sum of his yearnings?
There's is something about us
I understand
Something about him, crazier
The apocalyses never been it was
More sad...

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How can I be a poet,
when the words I cannot find?
How can I be a poet,
When there's others more refined?

I've tried to give some words,
that are filled with sound advice.
I wonder when I give them though,
will others come this nice?

I yearn to write a story,
of...

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I can not show you my true feelings
Or tell you how much you are on my mind.
Can you visit my dreams
Stay in my heart
And drift through the realms of my imagination?

Can you hear the whispers of my soul
For just a moment?
There is no tool to...

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Sundays, my mother and I watched movies on PBS.
Jezebel, Sabrina, In the Good Old Summertime
Bette Davis, Audrey Hepburn, Judy Garland.
I practiced their detached look of desire
In bathroom mirrors, when no one was looking.
I learned to smear lipstick across my face,
As if readying myself for a...

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Should I just dream of your Divine embrace
when passions conquer any foolish pride.
Those wanton longing finally satisfied
amidst the moonlight my heart will encase.

My yearnings, reignited to retrace
to awake a fervor sorely denied.
My darling, love envisions worlds collide
as my facade destroyed, heal me with your grace.

My...

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I can barely see you anymore 
your essence slips through my fingers 
when I reach out to touch you. 
But you still haunt my entire 
being like a wraith that 
hides in the corners of 
an empty house. 
Your heart is vacant. 
I need more...

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I have struggled from the fetal curl
just to burst upon the world
To reach, to grow, to strive;
I have stretched to be alive.

Years have come and passed.
Upright I’ve stood against the lash.
The toxic fumes waylay my breath
twist my form but I know not death.

Side by side...

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           I can’t remember that very moment
           as when her sudden glance flashed on my heart.
         ...

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As sun sinks low and stars come out,
my passion starts to burn;
the darkness causes hopes that shout
this pining poet’s yearn.

I sit and ponder for awhile
the dreams I long to find;
the thoughts of you and your sweet smile
weigh heavy on my mind.

The reveries of your sweet...

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The echo of a dreadful night cannot contain a valorous heart
The searing blood in a warrior's veins does not succumb to a vanquished heart
The clashing of swords, gory and raw do not sway the mighty "outlaw"
She charges deep into the dawning war with strands of...

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attentions shown them
stir yearnings - not more lonely -
arms closely hold them
kisses twinge loneliness opaque
soft trembles soften twin aches

desperate duet
quaking one evasion high  
escape needs fulfilled
~hearts crave pain blocking solace ~
covers mold two stories told

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Flakes fly around— of old wishes,
Unfulfilled and still far from dead,
Borne by age-old rickety bed,
Burdens of old dreams still anguish.
In teeming tamas, a lone head,
Old wishes free from a long leash,
Long-bottled perfume un-faded,
Its scent ye dare not distinguish.

Yet, persisting no less to please,
But squeezed, spreading...

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