Longingly Poems - Poems about Longingly

... do not be afraid GO ! MY BELOVED YOU are the CENTRE OF CREATION so go c r e a t e see these children in my EMBRACing Prote......

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...A gentle breeze carried the tune of a lady gone too soon. I listened to it longingly until, inside my bones, it caused a chill; and then blew my dreams through other bones, across centuries of......

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... Hush now, the hills lean close in, cradling the town in green-field arms. The houses huddle, blinking from night lit rooms, beneath a dawn that warns shepherds of storms, As I lay me down in t......

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... Not your ordinary, average date, a country ramble, a stile a gate, and here's the pitch, “We won't go far, or stay up late.” Now he and she sitting silently, beside the flickering fir......

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... I am I fate seals fate breathe pause breathe steps trace, paths, trace steps faith moves mountains, moves faith dreams weaves memories weaves dreams moonlight drinks tears drinks moo......

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...Summer Watery sensations! A feel of having fallen into a light full of summer! Sprung out of late night October dark. The lightness of the wind. The mystery of an ancient perfume. I realize how......

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...Late at the airport, in haste we arrived. Rumbling plastic wheels rushing in unity, from tarmac to marble to carpet; the shuffling queue dispersed, finally. Luggage swept away, adorned with label......

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...Last Glance I looked in the mirror and see what i saw. It left without telling me its secrets which I knew without saying . You had left all of your clothes hanging stiff. A memory and a......

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...Morning dew in my newly bloomed red clover cloak A warm breeze kissing my cheek I want to bathe in the sunshine This creature that I am tasting the first sweets of spring I want to hide away in ......

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...I Will Never Diminish the Value of Words, The value of words! It is my value as Lord. Doesn't the spirit of words strike me death, If my modest talent fails to reach its depth? Mirages sway, ......

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... Submerged in the flood of the maddening crowd, I see a verdant valley carved out by covert ingenuity within my lonesome mind, drifting away entranced, displaced from the still stratum of suffu......

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... Already longingly thinking 'bout spring Kinda early but winter's not my thing Love warm and sunny Not cold and crummy Listen... listen... the birdies do sing> ......

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...The Wyrdes were like the Fates, controlling human destinies. The Wanderer ancient Anglo-Saxon poem translation by Michael R. Burch “The one who wanders alone longs for mercy, longs for grace......

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...Can I speak without being dismissed? My voice runs silent as the shadows persist. Your painful missive eats at me. Your grin ruefully brings me to my knees. Sorrow and crying tears apart, my ......

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...You never said those words They never left your lips Until now I thought it, hoped it Longingly Then the truth escaped Like the steamy breath Of an icy day In Winter This is too cold ......

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