the last amber leaf
waiting longingly to fall
before winter comes
the last amber leaf
waiting longingly to fall
before winter comes
Strewn with buds upon night’s skyscape ,
we followed the hovel of an outer-world
As fluted leaves
formed a hologram of our map--
a journey granting passage
into real existence;
Where our twin- souls moved in silence.
I felt your hands cuddling a bounty of flowers
And we meet in Portugal
third instance,
Cleansing lost time in holy water.
The procession of candles brushed the air
quite sacred: white lilies unfurling petals
into hundred lights
on the shrine
of mother Mary ,
while young stars crowned us again...
was it 1918 when our eyes first met here?
Till we strolled through a monolith of statues
blessing our paths ...aligning our thoughts
In the house of Fatima, of transparent gods;
taking our silent vows
with co-owned vintage cameos...
But the vision turns into ripples;
I’m by myself ,
a lone pilgrim
trapped around a grotto...wondering
if this scene were chimeric illusion
or timeless reality...
How I longingly touch your face,
feeling those sighs , like...
like they were my own earthy breath.
I sit in a meditative mood under a canopy
the sun tries in vain above to pierce through.
A playful light breeze cajoles the senses
while life delightfully carries on about.
Summer lingers and we strive to enjoy
every graceful afternoon as it stretches
longingly and mercifully into that magic hour
where the sun sets to retire in its flamboyant glory.
If
If I could,
I would turn back
the cruel, unrelenting hands of time.
I would patiently wait on the sidelines
instead of jumping headfirst into life.
I would wait for a better song,
a gentler tune,
a better partner than the devil
I got stuck with—
an evil waltz,
unending.
And like an evil zoetrope,
I keep seeing glances
of distant places,
of glimpses of once-reachable hope,
and the laughter
of old times.
Grace quietly dances with another.
Peace glides past.
Yet in another—
the teary eyes of my mother.
On and on,
we waltz.
Paganini, lost in his world.
Time doesn't work on him.
And on and on we dance,
hoping for the inevitable,
sad end,
and longingly wishing for a sip
of water
on the expensive table.
Painted in twilight grey, the stars dangle low
over a far vallev where willows bend
in a lone shade, creating lines
of a face disappearing from hazy dew.
Upon stars, a wish holds this sigh
with yearning that you'll be here
to raise my eyes sunny as springtime
through your warmest afterglow...
Now I yearn for those days shimmering,
when fervor's reach
was our ripple of love ...and
how the waves would tremble
while I held the arms that waxed the night.
You never said your heart grew frail
as we ruffled through leaves of byways
mimicking voices on the radio
till lonely tunes stab me...
How I longingly reach out for you.
FORMAL EXPERIMENTALS-:-
perspective
conceived
aspirations
signal
transformations
into EMBLEMS
ultimately
immaterial
symbols
lastingly
synthesised
into a MIRROR OF LIFE
longingly
dissolved
sensational
intact
patterns
I become nostalgic
longingly when reminisce good old cheerful times
dive in quick
Romantic dreams
Fresh, hopeful, innocent dimes
Joy Screams
Why now
Unpleasant climes
Bow
I become nostalgic
Fresh, hopeful, innocent dimes
Bow
Note:
Format of the New form of Rhyme named MlNICHU is as follows:
1. Total 12 lines (4 stanzas of 3 lines each)
2. Rhyme scheme: Aba, cBc, dbD, ABD.
3. 4th stanza consists of repeat of 1st line of stanza1, 2nd line of stanza 2, and 3rd line of stanza 3.
4. Poem should stick to a chosen theme through all stanzas. A twist can be introduced in third stanza, if required by the theme, to make it more interesting.
5. Syllable count :
Stanza 1: 6,12,3
Stanza 2: 4,8,2
Stanza 3: 2,4,1
Stanza 4: 6,8,1.
What Can An Enthusiast Do?
When The Golden Glossening
Unravels Her Seductive Silk...
When The Mystery And Novelty
No Longer Warmly Embrace...
Expressing Perversion's Poison
Once Warming Rejected Bone:
Loved And Soothed And
Savored And Lusted Longingly
Soft Precious Companion
Hardened And Lost.
Fool's Gold For CraftWork Wishes
Where Stolen Coins
Are Cast Grasping-ly
Enthusiastically!
Proud Pip!
-Gray Squirrel
02-17-2026
I looked longingly out my window
Even the moon seemed to snub me
The sky exuding gloom and doom
It was going to be a long night
Awake in the stillness of my room
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Anything, flower or face
Glass-domed, or that behind
If as icon, mired;
Or what of it, Beauty, book-kept
If as tale inspired
Once focused on, is brought to light
This core, divine, in us;
Longingly pulsates.
Thenceforth nothing but Heaven's
Aspiring to sates.
Let me
Off of this ship that is tossing me
Violently
Eyes are not serving me
Still I look longingly
I just want someone to
Calm this commotion and
Kill this emotion. I'm lovesick.
Hopeless Desire
The love far, staying away from my heart
Away, away, the desire, love is so far
Oh, flies a lovely bird faraway
Faraway, a white lady gull
In the sky, snow desire
Just walk, walk, infinite forests, woods
Dreaming my mind, frozen blame
Sleeping my heart, an icy heart
Down, dawn, my mind
Hellish will, pure life
Hopeless desire
Hopeless life
Please, please
Stay my life
Only mine
I love the hopelessness
Doesn’t hope, but lives the faith
If does no faith, then lives hope
Hmm. No desire. More. Undefined love
Yeah. New world. Please, understand lightly
Will arriving, new desire, longingly
To you
To us
My black gull
Flyes
Forever
Faraway
Hopeless
Desire
The
Forever
Love
Light
Townly as worldly
Imprisioned. The clue?
Afar, further still, day, night
Longingly, long through
Gaze out. Voids. Quiets!
Mead's. Those bloom, starry.
With escapist's tendencies
But hie, musefully.
My heart is always willingly, patiently waiting
For the life I think you and I will be creating.
But my mind is going stir-crazy wondering
When it is the next time you will be coming.
My soul is knowingly, faithfully waiting
For your further, deepening awakening.
But my ego is desperately reaching
For your affectionate acknowledging.
My body is longingly, achingly waiting
For an embrace that is so tenderly soothing.
But my being feels your own soul lingering
In my room, beyond an illusion that is fading.
My heart patiently paints a future so loving,
For you're the one for which I was searching.
But my mind's always impatiently crying
For our life I see: a life finally worth living.
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