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.
Heart shaped glasses
Bottled sadness
The perfume of melancholia
Sold as aphrodisiac
Somewhere between
Smoke and rum
Between the sheets
All is fair
In love and
Other indoor sports
Tell you something
Something funny in it itself because
It doesn't sound to make sense.
I intentionally keep around you because
Deep down inside something tells me
"Someday it's going to have to be me to save you"
And I just want to be around you until that day
That's why I stay
Even when you turn a blind eye on me
Even when I pretend to be silent
I still want to be there
Be there around you
Even in the least possible ways that I can.
Oh no, I’ve fallen in love again
Why does this always happen to me?
Love is no bigger than a small apple
It reflects in the eye but beats in the chest.
What am I falling out of love with?
I can’t carry every apple I see.
When our lips meld in passions kiss,
we gather highs from nirvana's bliss.
Dear Secret Love,
Love is a many-colored arch
displayed by rays of sun
and best seen in the wake of clouds
just after storms are done.
Love is a rosebud reaching up
to drink its fill of dew
that it might blossom in the warmth
of sun that shines anew.
Love is a midnight symphony.
Its music only heard
in hearts awakened by the song,
as joy inspires the bird.
Love is a sign of hope that shines
for anyone who'll see,
who'll lift his eyes from earth to sky
and dream of what might be.
So if you'll lift your downcast face
and look for signs above,
you'll see a rainbow, kiss the dew
and hear the song of love.
Then, hopefully you'll understand,
I am your rainbow light,
I am the rose that thirsts for you,
I am your love songs in the night.
See, faced with no one,
yet in my mind I see him everywhere.
The best thing for me;
do not name it,
stitch my mouth,
say nothing.
But silence is never nothing.
Silence is the loudest thing he gives me.
What seizes the eye at once
makes the heart beat between lines.
Utmost, inexplicable, perpetual stimulation.
Now the wind blows mournfully,
and I let it.
Naturally, flagrantly, palpably,
replaying each line,
bona fide, constantly, truthfully, carefully.
Beating through language,
an ache written sideways,
pain grammar cannot hold.
Devil-may-care.
On the edge of a single smile,
he walks through my thoughts.
Every gesture is an answer.
Every lack of gesture is an answer.
I build whole futures
out of unfinished sentences.
Between my wanting
and his unknowing,
through life's clenched jaw,
I cling to the unrequited knowledge
of reciprocity.
strangely for you, i am yours.
odd defiance of the greatest,
my body craving what your hunger lay.
trace my ache with your warmth,
fiercely dissolve it under your tongue.
wishes upon the stars
on the river where dogs bathe,
wailed in agony within this realm
this realm of your embrace
i do love you, i do unravel
like fixtures of the skylight burning my skin,
a ticket to the sun in itself as a gift
undiscovered
—
tragically for you, i am yours.
screams of agony under the willow tree,
bled into the snow covered ground.
darts of misfortune piercing your skin,
fixed towards your unbroken fixture.
frightening darkness fleeting above you,
all the stars have died along with your last breath.
spontaneous lament sprayed among the graveyard,
built for your gracious grieving.
you do love, you do unravel.
heavenly kiss from above,
travelled around the sun in search for your lips
discovered
Mesmerized by you
Your sway is okay all the way, I’m left to pray
I appreciate you too
Your day is slay and now, you want me away…
There’s a distance between
You and I in the evergreen
My longing heart can’t take any more of this predicament
My longing heart can’t shake off the silly and scary things you say
My longing heart can’t handle this stress and enigmatic discouragement
My longing heart shouldn’t be feeling this tension from night to day
Deteriorating at a fast pace
I’m a drowning mess and a blanket of useless space
Embrace the disgracefulness I feel inside
I am bound to feel this broken pride…
I don’t know where to hide
These tears inside, I’ve cried
Longing for your adoration by my side
Glory and nobility like ours is loyalty so wide
Don’t seek me, I’m not wise
It’s about time I meet my demise
Set your eyes on the prize
Everything I touch surely dies
I can’t stand the abominable lies
And I can’t handle your horrid goodbyes
My sanity is out the window
I am a lover and a loner, I know
The doors of opportunity has closed down
I drown in my tears of tranquil sadness and wearing a down and about frown
aboard the 71, about halfway down the left side
i sit facing forward, heart leaping as he embarks—
he’s on the way to the grocery store,
or his sister’s house,
or work, but he’s running late;
standing room only
he grabs a handle facing me.
he catches my eye and i his,
waves at me with all five fingers and
i wish to hold them in mine, trace
the outline of the bones in his hand,
look into his eyes deeply,
see what’s true;
two stops later, a seat opens up on the right—
one row ahead.
dark, curly hair.
i take measured glances,
don't stare don't draw unwanted attention.
i want his arms around me,
to look into his eyes some more.
he disembarks.
your lonely ache,
a beast that wakes
timid and believing.....
The breathe in the cold,
of a swan stands so bold,
I go blind with uplifting hearts,
as we are magnetized
and jump over the rifts apart,
cold shivering to my blanket
that slides warmly over your skin.
Eyes curious with focusing
on a one giving comfort
in the rain that drenches
passion near grand trees
stood tall for years.....
and partnered so tight
into the dawn's sunlight
some signal assigned you has not arrived
all doors locked with house's gatekeeper gone
removed remote heart not in to survive
with losses a plenty there's no will has won
lost love hangs ever present clinging past
across forward path and no way around
with futures foreclosed chance saying at last
blame guilt any excuse will bring you down
falls daily no regard light or season
think say write anything always silent
might as well yell for there is no reason
to ponder a bit or post a comment
present you are to all who pass your by
say what you must then get on with your die
"Though all have endless love within, many feel they have none until external love shows as fantasies contend." ~~ Poet
I thought I knew love’s emotional pallet,
then you gathered me in passions ballad
and my sureness tossed in kinetic transport.
In your embrace, all I knew became unglued.
Such an amazing, glorious sensation
increased its revelation because your known
was equally thrown, richly altered just as my own.
Times like now, our desires seek declaration
from our mutual flames celebration
of romantic love we both hold as a blessing.
You say our love is so tenderly strong, it is truly poetic.
Tonight, as your lips tantalize mine until intoxicated,
the entire world fades away unrealized ~
only we exist inside a shared bliss that enthralls.
Again, and once more, I always seek your lips for kisses
I adore while wishing all were reality, not my fantasies
creating a sedating escape from the unrequited
love I am always bleeding. It is silent kisses
and all my other pretendings that keep
what never started from
ever ending.
A pin tickles
your palm
can
ease
those
lovely eyes...
A green
pickle
is bitter
and sweet
like
the love I
imagine
you
could
arrive
without
a fever
with
the
winter's
weather,
with
a sandwich
of gherkins
and melted
fav of cheese.
if we
become
under
sheets
comfortably,
your eyes
will meet mine,
and rub of feet
upon our bodies
and the laughing
of the joking...
and
sincere teasing...
Woman fleecing
of no more
of the pretending,
under shallow
holding
our wishes
in our chests.....
My Love In Candlelight (c) by Russ Dodson 1963, 1985, 2025
The burning candle flickers low
and in the dancing, darting flame
I see your face and now I know
what longing is, I call your name.
I know you hear but you won't heed
my plaintive cry and all the while
my heart cries out it's greatest need,
you do not speak, you only smile.
This isn't real, it can't be true.
You're with him in some other place!
Yet still I feel your presence near,
and still I see your lovely face.
Again I say you can't be here!
I knock the candle to the floor,
but still within the fluttering flame
I see your face, just as before.
Then the candle, flickers, dying,
as it sheds a waxen tear,
can it be that you are crying,
as if afraid the end is near?
The candle now gives up the fight,
the feeble flame begins to wane
and then goes out, and I was right,
for in the dark you're gone again.
A sigh passed from her soft lips,
like ice cracking over the pond.
It was not for fear I trembled,
but for passion freed from its bonds.
A glance entreated from her bright eyes,
like a hunter’s horn across the fields.
It was not for pain I flinched,
but for the path I could not yield.
A caress lingered from her slender hand,
like molten fire on the plains.
It was not for anguish that I moaned,
but for the need I can't explain.
A warmth passed between us
from heart to heart and
through her hand.
When she pressed
against my chest,
I was lost before I began.