Desire Longing Poems | Examples
These Desire Longing poems are examples of Longing poems about Desire. These are the best examples of Longing Desire poems written by international poets.
THE LONGONG
Why has thou cursed me
with this longing for love?
I don't want it anymore.
I'm old and tired, haunted by desire.
What the hell is this longing for?
I lie to myself at every days end.
I say I'll make do with some friends.
I fight with the might of a thousand men,
to never feel the longing again.
I still can't help my pitiful self,
the longing still taunts me
from a old dusty shelf.
But as I sat writing I stoped to think
Damn the thought that made my heart sink
Suddenly I was compelled to see,
in a moment of dreadful clarity.
I don't need anybody to love,
but I want someone to love me.
Love does not walk
Hand in hand
On a one way street.
She had already
Turned the corner
There was someone else to meet.
I love you is not a statement
It is a fact
I love you is not mere words
It is the truth
My love for you equates my
desire for you.
Not suffering nor death can quench
my love for you.
I am sold out for you,
There is no room in my heart for
any other but you
I love you is not a statement
It is my reality
I love you till eternity comes and
parts us
Not wealth nor poverty nor disease
will diminish us
My love for you is beyond the fleshy feelings
It is deeply rooted in my soul and spirit.
Baby I love you dearly.
The clouds spill a thousand secrets,
a torn canvas is two paintings,
melt my tears into your sweet fire,
seduce the stars without a script.
A torn canvas is two paintings,
love-drunk on desire,
seduce the stars without a script,
fever of fixation.
Love-drunk on desire,
I count the ways obsession lies,
fever of fixation,
and call each lie a kind of prayer.
I count the ways obsession lies,
until the prayer forgets my name,
and call each lie a kind of prayer,
and leaves me circling the same sky.
Until the prayer forgets my name,
melt my tears into your sweet fire,
and leaves me circling the same sky,
the clouds spill a thousand secrets.
"Love-drunk on desire,"
from the heavens above.
Will I,
"Seduce the stars without a script?"
The night is filled with diamond stars,
touching my heart and soul.
As morning arises,
"The clouds spill a thousand secrets."
Turning the clouds into rain drops.
Rain drops that,
"Melt my tears into your sweet fire."
I sit here seeing,
"A torn canvas is two paintings."
I wonder why not just one painting?
Maybe a,
"Fever of Fixation."
Melt my tears into your sweet fire
as I have emotions for hire
It will always be my desire
to love you as I never tire
Only the rain can hide my tears
from loving you as I hold you dear
Please don’t ever be far from near
Your beauty is so mighty clear
Romance is how I write
To please you in joyous delight
It’s easy for me as it takes no might
The words keep coming with no end in sight
I bite my tongue as I say I love you
For our magic has passed, it’s true
But can I ever find the mystical glue
That spells out T, R, U, E… true
Like a budding rose
Shedding it’s petals
Our love will continue to grow
Like a seed sowed in the earth
It will continue to give birth
To new foundations and beginnings
Through the harshness of winter
Through the season’s rain
We will endure the elements
Until the spring blooms again
Flourished by the sweet kiss
Of nature’s bliss
Our love will mature
For like a rose that has drunk too much water
Or has never seen the sun’s glow
It shall wither away and die
Nourished by equal amounts of care and understanding
Our love will continue to grow
I am fire and brimstone
someone's desire
I am love and joy
someone's peace and comfort
I am a chameleon in sheeps clothing
changing with the times
changing with a person
I can and will be
anything that you want me to be
just so I am noticed
I am loved
I am appreciated
my eyes
the door to my soul that pull you in
not wanting to release you
from my hold
like innocense caught in a web
She stood,
and as she did,
her two hands
caressed her own behind
checking that
the mini skirt
she once wore
was still modest.
Her slender legs
better than Ginger
or Charisse
still excite,
turn heads;
when she
sets them free.
The stars lead
and I follow – Your
darkness deepens
and I wade in – Primal!
There are no charts for
such hazardous journey.
Light and darkness
both omnipotent in their
own illustrious ways.
Puppy enchantment
morphing to howling pack. Following
the blood-lust scent. Nature warns. Heaven
cringes. But it is a ruse they dissuade
both part and parcel
of the insatiable "Rite Of Spring".
Everyone has a desire.... a craving for something.....
As I look upon the stars tonight,
shining against the cobalt blue,
it brings to me a feeling serene
and a smile as I think of you.
Wondering if your eyes, by chance,
have gazed upon this night,
and if your smile returns to me
through twinkling of starlight.
Beautiful and magnificent,
the moon itself is hanging high
as if to speak to its shining subjects, "Amen,"
King of the nighttime sky.
As I turn to take another peek
at this wondrous sight,
I cannot help but wish I could share
with you this moment and this night....
Delicious whispers
provoke the tranquil night air
as lips swirl on lips
busy hands search flaming flesh
firing wild scorching passion.
It's time to play, your chance to tease,
massage my mind and gently squeeze.
Seductively, you'll dance for me,
attentively, you're all I'll see.
Your tempered touch will fuel my dreams,
invade my world, ******* my screams.
My blood will rush, my body yearn
to taste your heat, sizzle and burn.
Your whispered words will scream and shout,
your tongue will probe, your lips will pout.
You'll fondle flesh and slowly strip,
your fingers will splay, stroke and dip.
You'll take my passion deep inside,
unleash your hunger, own the ride.
We'll fight fatigue's ferocious kiss,
all guns blazing... We'll die of bliss.
A sailor at heart, right from the start.
Watching the dust on the shelf,
While a ship long sailed
Takes a piece of my former self.
I am missing the blue of the sea,
That sapphire weight, heavy and vast,
Where the horizon promised to set me free
And the ghost of the shore was cast.
I crave the sand of beaches of far away places,
The grit in my boots, the sun on my skin,
The blurred-out lines of nameless faces,
And the roar where the waves begin.
But I listen for the reef’s low roar,
Where the turquoise shallows gleam,
To walk again on a foreign shore
And wake from this inland dream.
© Deborah Seale 2026