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 to be grown,
Careful to stay young.
Not too soon,
Take life slow.
So I do, and no pleasure do I take.
What pride do I derive from a shallow life?
A slow life, lacking depth and texture.
It used to be deep, it used to be hard.
But then, in those days there used to be sunlight.
Oh how I miss the sunlight.
Now as winter draws in, pale and icy,
Lacking substance, just as I do.
It makes sense that a slow life should be hard too.
The conflict in my natures, one to fly,
One to sink. For now the latter wins.
Dissatisfaction, a simple artifact of dreaming.
A girl once young and free,
Now resides within the chains of society.
For the time being I must seek focus,
But am constantly distracted by the ghosts I miss,
People that fell aside as life ploughed on.
All I know is that I miss you, my sunshine,
I never want you to fall out of my sight.
Never set, never fade and please, never burn out.
Categories:
yearnings, lifelife, life,
Form:
Free verse
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
Just to be loved and to love for dreamers such as I
Categories:
yearnings, how i feel, joy,
Form:
Couplet
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.
Categories:
yearnings, desire, lust,
Form:
Abecedarian
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 truths
Begging..
Hesitation
This prose..
This could be us..
Categories:
yearnings, deep, love,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
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
Categories:
yearnings, lust,
Form:
Tanka
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 a long and epic tale;
where pirates rule the sea's-
while the winds become a gale!
I long to write of legends,
From far and distant lands!
With maidens bravely rescued,
By white knights that are so grand.
For now I must be happy,
just to write this simple poem;
of desires still unfulfilled,
in a soft and simple tone.
Categories:
yearnings, adventure, desire, imagination, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
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 measure love.
If you could be me for a little while,
You would feel how much it hurts when I miss you.
Categories:
yearnings, love,
Form:
Free verse
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 ball,
And dot the beauty mole where my lips creased upward, conjuring Marilyn.
Why didn’t anyone in the movies look like me?
The darkest grays were servants mumbling “Yes’um, Ma’am” or “No, Sir.”
No blonde hair or come-hither lashes.
Maybe Nat was right: “Madison Avenue is Afraid of the Dark.”
Recently, I’ve watched Shirley tap in movies
For a few minutes, I did wish I was her, with my curls
Bouncing in the air, my dress a frilled tower -
That is, until her young voice cracked, “Mr. Bones, Mr. Bones.”
The musicians walked out in blackface and I remembered.
Categories:
yearnings, black african american, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
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 love imploring, is not but a dream!
Tis your caress which roused my fretful rest
while I reach for stars in final quest
to welcome two hearts tangled in-between.
A maven, I take solace by your side
with visions of the night, now magnified
Categories:
yearnings, adventure, emotions,
Form:
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 than this see-through, intangible
love,
I need flesh and blood.
Categories:
yearnings, lost love
Form:
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 we stand and dream
a forest farmed without a scheme.
Trunks and branches, root and bole
on we soldier to keep man whole.
To clean the air, to bring you shade,
to offer God’s beauty in the glade.
A simple yearning toward the Son
to help mankind, till day is done.
Categories:
yearnings, faith
Form:
Quatern
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 its olden dread,
Much chewed story of mankind ‘tis,
Covered with dust if, be dusted.
Beware, not to have not so wish
No less lethal a wish it is.
____________________________________
Tamas means darkness.
Sonnets | 05.11.2022| wishes, desires
Poet’s note: In the bottle of perfume of life we keep filling the fragrance of our wishes and desires. We know this bottle is going to break one day and its perfume will get lost, but deluded, we feel otherwise. These winds of wishes continue to waft all life. And the bottle really breaks one day as expected, but its fragrance remains captive in heart. We like to experience it in a few happy dreams. If one or two such dreams have knocked at our door, its pleasant notes remain an enduring music of life. We carry forward these notes of melodies even after death. Why, even new birth be the outcome of the flying flakes of unfulfilled wishes. This sonnet muses on this theme.
Categories:
yearnings, desire,
Form:
Sonnet
I can’t remember that very moment
as when her sudden glance flashed on my heart.
Days, months, years passed, I could not recollect.
Screen of forgetfulness hang to obstruct.
No other glances touched or appealed mind.
I desired, yearned only for those two eyes.
Time advanced, I left my feelings behind.
Just a glance was enough to mesmerize.
I waited, waited and waited so long.
Buds of my passion never bloomed but dried.
My wounded heart pretended to be strong,
showing smile on face, but silently cried.
A free bird spread wings in open wide sky.
and could not be bounded by social tie.
First Place
Sonnet contest by Eve Roper
First Place
CONTEST NO.495 by Brian Strand
Categories:
yearnings, desire, passion,
Form:
Sonnet
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 darkness glistening under the waning star
Thoughts of her faith she finds futile
For who can make the brave abide
Her heart that streaks with mutiny and rebellion
seeks only for a fellow Sneer
A renegade at birth, she wanders on
Finding peace she suspects will slip through her claws
The brown of her parched skin glistens as the dark embraces her flaws
She flourishes under the night's indifferent maze
and comes alive under the moon's sliver gaze
She longs for an invitation to a land far-off
with water that soothes her war ridden heart
A traitor, rebel and a renegade to her own
she wishes to be a lover in a warrior's home town
To at last find the peace that her heart longs
And satisfy the cravings of a heart that's been reeking of betrayal all along
She whispers her yearnings to the Full Moon
and hopes her prayer will come through soon.
Categories:
yearnings, emotions, freedom, heart, hope,
Form:
Free verse
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 love,
my passion’s paradigm;
as moonbeams flutter from above
these moments sealed in time.
May 21, 2019
Categories:
yearnings, longing, love, passion,
Form:
Rhyme