Best Yearns Poems
Back of my heart I yearn
Even for a glimpse of your shadow returns
It is being long past years since we met last
I am on one side and you’re on the other the world vast.
I was sixteen and you were eighteen I think
Every morning you pass our lane your bicycle bell rings
With my pony tail waggling I run to the gate to see your smile
For me it was worth one’s while
Some days you bravely ring our bell, study notes to my brother
Or call him to play cricket in the field not farther
I knew these crafty tricks played to see my face behind the wall
No matter what, your visits never fail during the holidays fall.
I still remember the day the first pimple sprouted on my face
The day you planted a kiss on my left cheek in such haste
That was real fast no time to see my blush
Paddled back your bicycle in sixty miles per hour rush
You won a scholarship and had to leave to some country far
The very first love note with a rose bud the maid brought so fast
“Please wait for me I promise to marry you sooner I return”
My eyes damped and my cheeks flushed could I wait until he returns.
Time passed on so many hills I marched
I am a mother of two boys and you are a father of three girls I heard.
Our lives go on in two different casts.
You are on one side and I am on the other this world vast .
I still yearn even for a glimpse of your shadow returns
Categories:
yearns, first love,
Form:
Verse
The moonlit sea hides within the scent of waves
which waft and lilt on shores of dreams
Evanescent thoughts of effervescent moments
linger oncemore through nights
where heart was young ,emotions deep and lips unsealed.
Alone I sit close to a rock which bears no colour
as softened ripples caress my memory
and silver stars outline the black of empty skies
The cold damp mist covers my eyelid
as the wind blows within my soul
the same old soul which knows each sound
each every rustle of shriveled leaves
brown whitering leaves which leap and creep
in prolonged darkness.
Somewhere so far my breath still mingles
in open fields beneath a sun
which warms the skin of evergreen
amongst white orchids which fill the air
somewhere so far somewhere out there.
Somewhere so far the worn out chords
of a guitar still play their tunes
and broken footprints still mark the path
of my bare shoulders within your arms
as broken voices whisper no words
as early snowfall freezes the years.
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Categories:
yearns, life,
Form:
Light Verse
Hooked, addicted to feeling this way,
Wanting for nothing more than,
The white that fades to absolute black,
Helping me understand,
All my hurt, my wants, my needs,
Painted in dark on the wall,
Painted with lines made out of pain,
From big right down to the small,
This painting of her, her eyes and lips,
Addict me to all I can see,
Addict me to everything painted in black,
She’s the ache inside all of me,
Because she is my ghost, my beautiful shadow,
She’s the one I can’t hold,
She’s my painting in black, up on my wall,
My chillingly beautiful cold.
Categories:
yearns, addiction, love, lust,
Form:
Quatrain
The wait had been long…
Now the world is sound asleep
Her journey begins...
To glimpse her dazzling beauty-
Yearning stirs as desire grows
On this autumn night
Luna wraps herself in clouds
Sails the galaxy
And descends to Crystal Lake...
A phenomenon passing
~*~
Note: Moonlight Dreams Contest by Tracie
12/2011
Ist Place
Categories:
yearns, fantasy, nature, autumn,
Form:
Tanka
Her temple yearns
For heavenly winds
That sing melodies
Only she can hear
It yearns
For clay soaked hands
Drenched in passion
That mold her fabrics within
Only she can feel
Lay
Categories:
yearns, fantasy, girlfriend-boyfriend,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
As my world crumbles around me
The sadness stings like a bee
As my mind fails to keep me strong
As my life seems to be gone
The loneliness grows tall
The tears continue to fall
As my hope disappears
The joy is kept in arrears
As my heart yearns for love again
The sorrow seems to be the trend.
Categories:
yearns, lost love
Form:
Rhyme
WHY MEN ARE SEEN TO BE THE SAME EVIL.
By nature, boys are born with the pride of being the very first of creation. This pride grows as the boy matures into a man. Others use it wisely, whereas to others, its a means of enforcing superiority over the female sex. This, in the very least, is why men are perceived to be the same, evil.
Most often than not, you hear a girl say, ''all men are the same'', ''boys will always be boys'', ''men are dogs'', men are brutal hormonal beings, the list is endless. A select few are kind, gentle, noble, faithful, honest and respectful. The majority have dented the identity and image of the male sex.
You see, unless you are looking at the mosi-o-tunya, that is, the smoke that thunders, there really is no smoke without fire. A story is told of a husband that beats the wife and abuses his own daughter. That teacher who calls a pupil to his house to collect homework, he locks her in, plays loud music and pounces on her, robbing her of her innocence. She screams but the music is too loud. She leaves his house robbed of all dignity, esteem and self worth. Its a trauma she'll have to live with all her life.
Little by little, it eats her up. She becomes an introvert, keeping things to herself. She cant easily trust because she is scared. She does not know who might hurt her. A guy genuinely loves her but She fears love because she assumes he's after sex. She refuses. Another tries, and another until she decides to give it a try. Unfortunately, it's a player this time. He promises her love, trust and care. She feels loved and she gives her heart. She gives her body and he leaves her heart ripped wide open. Now all unspoken, unsaid, unexpressed feelings bottled up inside her erupt. She cries but she's all alone.
A father leaves his wife and kids for another woman. A boy deserts his girlfriend after refusing to abort his pregnancy. He says his not the father. A step father calls her names and beats her. She's called ugly, she's called fat.
She grows in fear, feeling helpless and vulnerable. She feels she's not as important as her brother. She has hidden past hurts and pains inside her.
She wonders. And i ask the question, WHERE ARE YOU MEN OF COURAGE, LOVE, RESPECT, CARE AND HONOUR? She week's and yearns. Does anybody hear her?
Onemind
Categories:
yearns, betrayal,
Form:
ABC
My heart yearns for you...
the way that you touch me, the way that you kiss me,
can't get you out of my mind, all the little things that you do...
My heart yearns for you.
My heart yearns for you...
the way that you hold me, when you say that you love me,
I know every word you tell me is true...My heart yearns for you.
My heart yearns for you...
when you wisper in my ear, those three speacial words
I love to hear, with you, I always want you near.
All my love is for you...
My heart yearns for you.
Categories:
yearns, love, passion, heart, heart,
Form:
Sonnet
“HYBRID POETRY”
IT COULD BE SMARTER TO BARTER
The barter system is a fallacy entangled in a lie
And I’ll tell you all exactly why
There ain’t no way to live in this world and not spend a penny
At least I don’t know of any
Hey Mister, listen, I’ll clean the windows in your store
And you give me some food and drink in return
So the dude looks as if I’ve gone completely crazy
He implies that it takes green but I infer he could give it to me for free
If only he’d listen to the likes of me
Hey lady, listen, you look all hot and sweaty anyone can see
So let me mow your grass instead of you
And then you let me sleep in a spare bedroom tonight
First of all she’s too leery
and secondly she doesn’t want me anywhere near her house
Hey old man, you look laden and ready to pass out
So why don’t I carry those groceries for you
And you can give me a bottle or two of rum
You don’t think the old bastard drinks liquor, do you?
And even if he had there ain’t no way he was letting me cross his threshold
Hey Mr. Butcher, you look like you’ve had a hard day so why don’t I sweep up for you
I’ll sweep, I’ll dust, I’ll spit shine the floor if I must
And you can feed me anything I need not cook
For I own no bedroom, no roof, and certainly not a stove
He gives me some bologna about having no bologna
And that’s the only meat, if he had any, the butcher would spare
Because like everyone I’ve mentioned, he simply doesn’t care
You can call me crazy, insane and a jerk
But I know the barter system could never work
So if you think by bartering our troubles will ever be solved
Ain’t nobody doing nothing for nobody unless there’s currency involved
© 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Categories:
yearns, angst, me, old, me,
Form:
Free verse
“HYBRID POETRY”
IT COULD BE SMARTER TO BARTER
The barter system is a fallacy entangled in a lie
And I’ll tell you all exactly why
There ain’t no way to live in this world and not spend a penny
At least I don’t know of any
Hey Mister, listen, I’ll clean the windows in your store
And you give me some food and drink in return
So the dude looks as if I’ve gone completely crazy
He implies that it takes green but I infer he could give it to me for free
If only he’d listen to the likes of me
Hey lady, listen, you look all hot and sweaty anyone can see
So let me mow your grass instead of you
And then you let me sleep in a spare bedroom tonight
First of all she’s too leery
and secondly she doesn’t want me anywhere near her house
Hey old man, you look laden and ready to pass out
So why don’t I carry those groceries for you
And you can give me a bottle or two of rum
You don’t think the old bastard drinks liquor, do you?
And even if he had there ain’t no way he was letting me cross his threshold
Hey Mr. Butcher, you look like you’ve had a hard day so why don’t I sweep up for you
I’ll sweep, I’ll dust, I’ll spit shine the floor if I must
And you can feed me anything I need not cook
For I own no bedroom, no roof, and certainly not a stove
He gives me some bologna about having no bologna
And that’s the only meat, if he had any, the butcher would spare
Because like everyone I’ve mentioned, he simply doesn’t care
You can call me crazy, insane and a jerk
But I know the barter system could never work
So if you think by bartering our troubles will ever be solved
Ain’t nobody doing nothing for nobody unless there’s currency involved
© 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Categories:
yearns, angst, me, old, me,
Form:
Free verse
Cletus O'Toole had always yearned to fly
He joined the Air Force to give it a try
He tried a daring chandelle
It didn't go all that well
Cletus crashed in the muck of a pigsty
Categories:
yearns, flying, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Who yearns to be free
will find it in Thee
In Thy ineffable Light
that dispels the dark night
In Thy immeasurable Love
Guiding us from above
In the corner of a dim-lit chapel
to You our prayers do travel
In the union of husband and wife
whom You bless to create new life
Mobs bang the drums for Liberty...
Who yearns to be free ~
finds it in quietude with Thee
Categories:
yearns, freedom, god, light, love,
Form:
Couplet
My heart yearns to build a bridge in this distance between you and I
To take a pen and scroll my words for you to see in the sky
My heart yearns for you to know these special thoughts, I do
Even if it is hard to understand them, as I stand before you
Today, flowers sway together in a celebration for some reason
Even in the arrival of cold air with the changes of this season
My heart yearns to sing, even after so many years, so very long
Because you always bring me the tune of this inspiring song
Heidi Sands
10/6/19
Categories:
yearns, inspiration, longing, song,
Form:
Rhyme
I’ve heard it said that poetry is dead
But I don’t believe that’s true.
It runs in our veins like water to rain
Somewhere inside me and you.
It’s up in the air, in circles and squares
And oceans, rivers and tides,
In cats and dogs, bayous and bogs,
In taverns and tall rocket rides.
For life is an ocean of poetry in motion
Though we can’t always hear its rhyme,
As it twists and turns, beckons and yearns
Throughout our lives and minds.
Poetry lives in the love we give
One another from day to day,
Intrinsic in nature like Ursa Major
And all the music we hear and play.
While tilling a garden
Or gazing at stars,
Poetry is in motion
Wherever we are.
In photography, paintings
And all manner of the arts,
That move our minds
And stir our hearts.
And while some may deny
The plain simple truth…
This life is a poem
That needs no proof.
© Terrell Martin
09/08/2024
Categories:
yearns, beauty, emotions, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Based on recent events, no one is innocent.
The shadows taking without hesitation.
Flee from lights embrace, take up thy sword.
No one is safe, no one is without judgment.
Pointing fingers at those without defense.
Take back the night and all it holds.
Needing not that which gives forth life.
Breathing in this plague, this toxin, choke!
See the filthy heathens. Sinners, defilers.
Wipe your own slate clean, start anew.
No one gets away clean, no one gets away!
Take this all in Jesus name. Amen. Amen!
Categories:
yearns, confusion, lost love, love,
Form: