For Her Longing Poems | Examples
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When the muse leaves, his quill runs dry;
then joyful songs, sweet poetry,
drain from his pen, though write he try,
as hollow strains lack symmetry.
How then to woo the Muse once more?
Her treason robs him of his art.
What offerings, what gifts, might restore
against the whims of a Muse's heart?
But love is mild, and then patient:
love waits, with no pose or pretense.
His heart still burns incandescent
for her. To restore her, no expense
will be spared. And though she feels distant,
his constant heart will break her whim.
She'll not remain, forever transient,
but turn her radiant face to him.
I search the heavens for a trace of you,
Only to find your shadow in the lunar glow.
Its silver gaze stirs memories anew,
A lantern lit for hearts, only those longing...know.
Though oceans swell and continents divide,
Time has sealed the pathways we once knew,
Yet the moon still carries whispers to my side—
Distance between us is but a glimpse of the moon.
It shines for both, though miles apart we stand,
A bridge of light no darkness can erase.
I reach for you with memory’s gentle hand,
And touch your soul within that glowing face.
So long as moonlight crowns the endless skies,
Our love endures, where death itself denies.
Letters lift me
When my world drowns
Hearing smiles in her voice
I know love exists
Cherish every minute
Days, weeks, hours
Counting as she sleeps
Waiting for her to wake
Breathing small hours
As our paths align
Brushing through our destiny
Drinking outrageous fortune
Our cores braided
Bodies untouched
Searing blood in our veins
Heavenly tides of emotions
Transparent hearts
Hewn of fire and glass
Fusing with critical mass
An indivisible new shape
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
There was a time when the child was the center of the circle. The elders sang her name into the morning, braided her hair with stories, fed her with hands that had known hunger. She was carried across rivers of doubt, through storms of becoming, and placed gently at the edge of her own path.
Now she walks with her head full of noise, measuring love by the frequency of messages, forgetting the songs that once held her upright. She says they are silent. That they do not call. But the wind remembers. The wind remembers the prayers whispered into her pillow, the sacrifices made without witness, the tears that fell into the soil to make her strong.
She has grown tall, but not deep. Her roots skim the surface, searching for mirrors instead of water. She has learned the names of stars, but not the names of those who lit them for her. The elders do not chase. They wait. They speak in the language of patience, of time that moves like rivers underground. And still, she does not hear.
ghost wind through cedars—
names carved in the bark still sing,
but no one listens
It’s how i wish
distance was never there.
I wish I could pull you closer
and whisper that I care.
Every now and then,
every thought of you
finds me missing you more.
It’s how I wish
I was right there beside you,
able to open my heart
and let you in completely.
The Good was Taken out of the Summer
The good was taken out of the summer,
With her garden patch left abandoned,
Lettuce heads and scallions gone wild,
Her sweet summer plans all spoiled.
The good was taken out of the summer,
With green fly festering her roses,
Overwatered orchids on the sill
As her plastic bread bowl lay still.
The good was taken out of the summer,
With Hunter, her dog left in waiting
For her voice, her footsteps, her care
And the fridge in the kitchen left bare.
The good was taken out of the summer,
Put on pause til her homecoming came,
While in convalescence she lay
In a nursing home, day after day.
The good was put back into summer,
When she returned to where she belonged,
To her garden patch, Hunter and flowers,
To sit,
To be still,
To be ours.
House that sits somewhere in France
A chalet on a lake
It only has one occupant
He waits there for her sake
He knows he may not ever see
A day when she'll be there
But still he picks her fresh bouquets,
There's lilacs everywhere!
He decorated boho style
Or tried to anyway
His efforts were 'endearing'
I'm sure that's what she'd say
And from the morning sunrise
Straight through until sunset
He looks across the ocean
To see if she's come yet
The moment of a lifetime
The day his dream comes true
Will be the day his Bluebird lands
Her flight's long overdue
Come to me baby
You're much too far away
Come, let me hold you
These five things I must say:
1. I want you, and 2. I need you
3. I dream about you too
4. I long to be together
Love you? 5. Yes, I do
To simply have a friend is her only wish,
She wants to share her time, she's not selfish,
Perhaps then someone special to cherish,
To have a companion would be a relish.
To simply have a friend is all she's asking for,
She wants to share her time and maybe more,
Someone special: sincere, loyal and pure,
Out there is a partner for her, she is sure.
Lots of poems did I write
Most were written late at night
For what I'd always strive to do
Was have one waiting there for you
When you arose, the first bouquet
Of fragrant words to start your day
I used to tell you things that way
Since to your face I could not say
But now it seems sometimes I can
I know not how, nor why, nor when
I started feeling comfortable
Enough to tell you almost all
Not everything though, deep inside
I hold some back, they're set aside
Until such time as may permiss
Commencement starting with a kiss
Completed tasks announced by check
I'd rather chat but what the heck
I'll take you when and how you choose to give
Just hearing from you makes my day
It doesn't matter what the way
I'll leave it up to you to act the sieve
Sifting out the times we talk
My favorite one is when you walk
And call, your sweet voice get I to relive
All I want in this whole world is someone to love,
Someone to hold, to cherish, to dream of.
All I need is someone to comfort me—
To stand by my side, to help set me free.
Someone to talk to, to whisper things to,
Someone, my dear… someone like you.
Someone who'll love me, and I’ll love them back,
Someone who’s faithful, not someone I lack.
Someone—oh someone—help me, I pray…
Someone who’ll love me forever and a day.
Someone, please—ask her not to leave,
For without her, my life is a sieve.
Someone, oh someone, hear my cry,
And tell the girl I love her—the one who said goodbye.
Someone, please someone, tell her I’ll wait—
Wait for her return, no matter how late.
I’ll wait here forever—I don’t care how long—
Because she’s the reason I wrote this damn song.
Yes, she’s the reason I wrote this damn song.
She’s the only reason I wrote this damn song.
With this demand you
hoped to evoke
in me the fear that
made even your bones
cold from exposer
frail and bitter the sound
they made as they
rattled around at the knees.
But You can not own even
this for the words
were not yours to speak of
dissolution and disparities.
and still you uttered
such falsehoods
an attempt to hurt and mam.
That even one gasp
made even the busiest
of turns stop and
take notice of the world
you painted
with a promiscuous brush.
I stood naked unafraid, unwitting
is your portrait of our marriage
beyond the pale is your divorce.
There's a cloud in the sky in the shape of my heart
It's above and behind you and was from the start
See I knew that I loved you before we had met
The play hadn't started but the stage was all set
I'd never experienced a love that is real
A love that's not based on the way that I feel
But a love that is fresh as a new fallen snow
I know I can't tell you but I know that you know