Life Longing Poems | Examples
These Life Longing poems are examples of Longing poems about Life. These are the best examples of Longing Life poems written by international poets.
life that knows death
and nevertheless continues
God is gracious
Grace granted after trial, mercy,
stronger than judgment
divine help that was not earned but
given
Ivo is the one preserved through death by grace
The evergreen life that survives the underworld because God has remembered it.
My heart ever palpitating at raw memories
of a promise buried in the sands of time
while life goes on in its many shades of dusk.
Ghosted by the vague recollection of a distant daydream,
the heartbeat pregnant still with a glimmer of hope,
the remnant murmur stranded on a forgotten beach.
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LONG AGO
It seems the love I've known
Has always been the contingent and transitory kind
Maybe that is why
I have felt so alone
For a long time
Long ago, when I was younger
The feel of life was so good, I thought I’d have a great future
But so many things went annoyingly wrong
Like someone had changed the rules without notice
Many stories that were inspired never got published
Although, a few good things did occur
I lived by day and tried to keep my feelings in
I am not sure how I could have survived without family
But that was so long ago
Dusk darker themed—
Eventide, where I drifting, dreamed
Softly sighing, stars arcing gleamed
Moonlight and shade pass over me.
My life and day now pass away
While in the glooming dusk I lay
Time abides till our final day
Then whisks us up and far far away
Into that darkness flecked with light
Seeking our place midst starry night
Silently roams the meteor,
Left to right—
Pray, a gleeful soul taken flight?
Far far above the moonlit blue
Turned the living orb, shining-new
Passed the horizon a glow endue
The Sun, golden, dawning into view.
A single soul searches
through an endless sea
for another to love,
and make life complete.
The quest may be long,
a race against time,
and there's no guarantee
of what it will find.
Many obstacles
may lie in its way,
but dreams of happiness
give strength to each day.
And once it has found
true love in its heart,
two souls become one
never to part.
Inspired by the Black Cat Moan song of Glenn Hughes
Like a black cat moaning,
I long for my home,
for once I get back there,
never again shall I roam.
My sun is going down
down down to the ground.
Sky is illuminated
and I sit without a sound.
I look at that sun
and sky the crimson of
the blood of my sweet Jesus,
yearning for His love.
I’m moaning on the inside,
but I’m not afraid to die.
I want to bathe in light divine.
May I vanish into sky!
I need to slide behind yon hill
with the sun that had me awed.
Sun, though you sustain all life,
you shine not as bright as my God.
The glasses are empty the wine has been drunk
A table left untidied, with plates undone
The young shoots are patterning the apple trunk
Life appears for the favour of young
The old branches cut and piled on the ground
The old shades now vanished away
The TV controls wait somewhere to be found
Time stands still as if on delay
I hear your voice, feel it shifts through the air
The breeze of this morning flies by
You say I can’t see you here, are you upstairs?
I probably am, I reply…
How wakes the Dream
When the dawn breaks?
The distant crow,
The vestige o’ertakes;
Fields of green and fertile row—
The sounds of the city o’erthro’
The Dream flitters toward the window
Dissolving in sparkles of light,
Round the curtain’s glow.
What the day portends, we should not know,
We make brave ourselves and off we go.
To fight the fight, to sleep another night,
And dream a Dream of soft glowing sunlight,
The field we tend of our own will, and might
And the quaint little home and puffing chimney white.
Be still Dream and let me hold thee,
And behold a life that was meant for me,
For when I wake thou shalt flutter away
Midst the noises of another moiling day.
I'm ready to change
I want the life you want
guide me on that path
AS TIME PASSES, I REMEMBER YOUR SMILE,
YOUR EYES HOW THEY WOULD LIGHT UP
WHEN YOU WERE HAPPY.
AS TIME PASSES, I REMEMBER
HOW HAPPY WE WERE
WHEN WE WERE FIRST IN LOVE.
YEARS HAVE PAST SINCE WE PARTED
BUT I STILL SEE YOU IN MY MIND
I STILL HEAR YOUR VOICE.
AS TIME PASSES NOTHING HAS CHANGED
YEARS HAVE PAST AND MY LIFE
HAS GONE ON WITHOUT YOU
AS TIME PASSES I CAN STILL
HEAR YOU SPEAKING TO ME EVEN THOUGH
YOU’RE NOT HERE.
AS TIME PASSES THOUGHTS FLOOD MY MIND
OF WHAT WE HAD, WHAT WE WERE,
AND WHAT WE COULD HAVE BEEN
AS TIME PASSES, I’VE LEARNED
WE WERE NOT MEANT TO
BE TOGETHER IN THIS LIFE
TO THIS DAY IT STILL BREAKS MY HEART
BECAUSE I STILL LOVE
AND MISS YOU
AS TIME PASSES
This night, unhappiness devours my soul,
as I mourn opportunities now long lost,
and ache for a time when my joy felt whole,
before darkness consumed my life with cost.
How I pant for the gift of brilliant art
and painting (if only to be alive
once more to depict and draw from the heart
a scene where rivers, trees, and birds could thrive)!
Though art perished in me so, so long ago,
I still possess rare gifts of rhyme and poesy.
Though never will I be Michelangelo,
in Parnassus, life can still be rosy.
If art be higher, then I despised my rhyme,
but my Muse's good grace forgives my crime.
Sifting through the bargain clothes
At the bargain store
She was tall as the sky
Covered in marks of life
Creating her own blue song
Through poetic motion
She radiated mystery
Shining the light I need
the light I want to be
She must be a product of magic
She must see through another realm
No need for words
Her spirit is where reality blurs
Forever writing her own blue song
Through perpetual poetic motion
She radiates the mystery
She is the very light I need
the light I want to be
I’m lonely for your face,
the sound you made as you passed
with such mild pronouncements in your step.
The door through which you walked
remembers well how you beguiled
the night with summer romance
and the magic sighing of your hair.
I miss, too, your tender fingers
renewing the seasons
and the hopeful folly of my mind.
Somehow, as you went, you always knew
all the secrets wherewith moonlight spread,
avoiding brutish occlusions and rough winds,
all the disturbed waters of my life.
Now, you walk where rivers murmur,
hushed in the sweet silence of your smile,
never to be forgotten, ever to reappear.
Christopher M. Swan, “Song of Susan,” 2008
Crescent moon tonight
I remember you
Won’t you switch the light
In the midnight blue
Otherwise there’s no
Life around here
I’ve nowhere to go
You’re so far, my dear
Will you press that button
I can’t wait my love
Come all of a sudden
From the high above..
If you boil water - you get steam.
Boil my life - you get a dream.
So it is, when I look up
from an empty cup,
at a softly winding curl,
I think I see a girl.