Desired Poems - Poems about Desired

Long Desired

Right now I am tired,
But I am feeling inspired
By the way you are,
The way your kind mind is wired,
How I'm what you long desired.

Desirable, Desired

I’ve bloomed past blossom season, a frame held by flesh, fragile.
Wrinkles appear now, near feet left by crow.
You see the grey in the brown, see a patch of scalp showing,
you see the change in my gait, see my once brisk pace slowing.
But you don’t see me. I am no longer desirable, desired,
nor worth a glance

Neverland

I was in a perfect gallery,
My journey could have been more weary.
I was on a trip full of unknown necessities,
I collected dirty obscurities. 

I used to run the errands,
Massacre was another name for my commands.
I collected your nicknames,
They were too hasty for me to join such games. 

I was in a neverland,
Worshipping you was never

heart desired-

Do not block or discount,
anyone who in God, with God desires your Heart  

12/30/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©

A Lonely Place of Desired Remoteness

I have created for myself
a lonely place of despised remoteness;
many pictures I've taken off my shelf,
running away from humankind,
always refusing to settle down,
leaving no traces of my travels...
my identity remains unknown:
thinking I won't be found!

I have taken my retriever Alfie,
my suitcase and a few books;
soon new horizons to discover,
new faces to greet without doubts, 

Desired

I am content
With being only liked
From afar,
But I deeply wish
To be so desired
That it burns your heart.

Desired Person

Poetry of the poet can damage your heart.
So don't believe that.

A poet who thinks 
And what he thinks is just for writing
So don't take it serious.

A poet falls in love every moment. 
He is always looking for his writing material. 

A Poet falls in love 
To get sorrow again and again.

Sorrow is his beloved
He loves

Gone

Gone like the wind... 

He was the one who got away,
She was the one who lost her dreams... 

Two souls shattered or played by destiny...
They had mastered every strategy to aim for the hearts of those crowns,
Only to be outgone, 

Gone like the wind...
Gone like the wind... 

She was the one who lost her dreams...
He

My Poetry Desired Result

My poems haven’t been written to be a measurement, or reflection on any audience it reaches. It was written to be interpreted uniquely by each reader. When the intended message held in the words of poetry, is understood, it enables an intellectual connection to form between poet and viewer of his canvas, art painted with

Desired Songs of Kamasutra

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TUkwcPOXzqcInside 

within this beating heart of mine 
my love for you is true consigned 
beneath my skin a flowing rhyme 
is tattooed on my soul, enshrined 
Above us only stars and moon 
are privy to our lovers croon 
We are Zosma we are Supra 
desired songs of Kamasutra 
You can count on me my dear

How He Slept Through It

How He Slept through It

You slept again:
Since moments after supper, 
Passing into the lilting darkness of closed eyes,
As if it were your head,
Full and heavy from eating
Instead of your stomach
Pulling you down to dreams.

You slept through letting the dogs out;
 Forgot to feed the fish ;
Forgot my very desired cup of coffee 
With its added

Desired

You don't see a problem. 
With open eyes you see nothing. 
You are oblivious to how broken I am and the cracks that splinter.
You sigh. 
You're tired of this same conversation. 
Tired of my mouth. 
This smart mouth is only useful wrapped around the only part of you that you think makes you a man.

My Desired Home Is From Deep Within the Heart

My heart burns low
My mind churns aglow

My soul burns high
My spirits fly and die

My desire is so grief-stricken and beautiful
My love’s fire burns on in my lonesome soul

Home is life to the flesh of my bewildered bosom
Alone is strife — guitar strings begin to strum

Woeful and guilty of what lies ahead
Strange things go through my

Desired Rendezvous

For our most desired
    rendezvous,
    our enchanted
     moments...
    We play all
    Juggling lovely game :
    our finest gestures,
    our top words
    our best thoughts... !

When I Desired To Bite

She resembled, a package so well-knit,
Like gifts and fruits of the Holy Spirit.

Like a bouquet of all flowers of Spring,
She had something that left me so longing.

Lo, this little fruit of my aspirations,
I'll never bite, lest I lose her affections.
 
 “Sweeter also than honey and drippings of the honeycomb” (Psalms 19:10)


25 May 2021
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