Desired Poems - Poems about 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...

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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...

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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© ...

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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, ...

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

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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

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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 Bite-Size Poem...

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Change isn’t my favorite friend But, it will help me out in the end Strange how time flies over here And still, I am alive without a fear I desire change in my life nowadays I am on fire and this strife has a way To get into my skin and it hurts in many ways I am in my empathetic empire...

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