Longing Poems | Examples of Longing Poetry

Hi sweet lady, do you know? If you do please tell me so Once a year, is that too much? Those words from you are like a touch Of velvet fingers, soft on skin My door is open do come in Take my heart, I want you to Uno, you know, ILU ...

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happily gazing at calm moon wishing to hold in my palm soon that would be a so blessing boon each love poem reminds of you true love is amazing so sweet lovely dream to really meet that would be a so greatly neat would you love to do that much so?...

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Poppies burn like love under the sun that births longing, Let me ask for forgiveness, to touch your face with light, To be your sunbeam, to be a halo on your delicate brow, To caress your skin with a sweet breeze, a zephyr that caresses the wheat, Let my smile seduce you, let longing flow over your waist. The evening...

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Come to me like a wild horse unbridled longing for the river like a morning prayer on the heart wanting nothing more Come to me with pining like a widow waiting for her love like a soldier in the trenches, begging for cease fire ... Come to me like a dove gliding over peaceful waters like...

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Isn't it weird that I say multiple names a day, but my breath catches only when I say yours? Isn't it weird how people try to make me smile, yet all their attempts remain futile? Isn't it weird how my eyes travel across the room, in hopes of finding you? Isn’t it weird how I stay...

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A smile and a kind word go a long way for opening doors and opportunities to worlds we might love to discover. With age, it becomes increasingly apparent that these soul connections are the attractions that we crave....

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memories of an exotic sun rippled sea as undulating waves caress a warm beach i see colours scintillating, bleached this brings forth images of paradise and means sublime happiness to me...

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My mind is wrapped in wonder, To think that I could love her; How can we explore, Our caring for each other? All that has ever haunted, Was a poltergeist, unwanted! Which prayer could there be, That is meant for love evolving? Which prayer should I speak, May reach God’s ears, To problem solve it?...

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A dream of you and me A beach house by the sea A stroll along the shore Knowing we want more But this gets better yet Wait until sunset Stars and Venus rise Desire's in our eyes It's still a little soon Not before the moon And then a night of bliss Commencing with The Kiss A waiting music stand A blanket on the sand A...

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The red earth remembers my name, whispers it in the dust that rises, welcoming me home, not as I was, but as I have become. The streets hum, alive with rhythm, voices colliding like rivers meeting, the scent of Indian chai thick in the air, folding memory into the morning breeze. I return to a place both known and strange, where past and present...

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My heart kneels at the sight of her tribal marks Bogoria’s geysers gushing Love, splattering Blood Parting her lips to split the world between mortals and gods I kiss her to split her Soul, create Life with her destroy all her Fears, let my intrusive Thoughts claim Victory, fill her Void; Diamanti sono per sempre, I ignore her Flaws, put her above the soi-disant amour propre, Belgard her Sacred nature;...

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I hope the echoes of our laughter still linger in your halls, and dust from our shoes still clings to your floors. I hope your tables still cradle the dreams we wove with ink — amid silent sighs and tired eyes, our thoughts drifting far and away. I hope you still sing our song, tuned with secrets we once shared, with notes born from inside...

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Like some dark frail bird she quivered and fluttered there at my door one dark cold Advent night, swearing to return come the new year with a photo of Brandenburg Gate. Arms, hands, fingertips, eyes, then nothing between us but electrified space – her light tread descending the steps – my heart drawn downward by the diminishing sound. Sometimes still my heart is snared between winter a swirling hem and Brandenburg...

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It's a funny strange thing When you're not around Like the lack of a smile On a circus clown Or a ferris wheel, With all empty seats a candied apple, More tart than sweet Like a merry-go-round That looks kind of scary Or that huge prize teddy You're not here to carry An amusement park, On a winters day And as...

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Here we are again, on paths of time where thoughts flow like water under the sky of longing, it's absurd, I know, but I carry within me a joy that grows like a flower in a field, it's not an explosion, but a warmth like a hearth that heats the frosty night, I have no faith to light...

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