Let not olden days aspire
All about the you and me
In wild, wild winter of desire
Longing and longing to be
In each other’s warmth
Love is in the air, they say
Oh, with it the minded minds
Vibrantly wish to live and sway
Embracing between the lines
Speechless faith does harm
Now that we both are in the
Arms of the great unbeknownst
Never been such our history
Crazy us that we surely own
Yonder mountain of distrust
Let not this fungus of love
Overwinter in dead leaves of the
Verdant tree of such belove
Entrapping souls to live in the
Same old alleys of our lust
Love is in the air, they say
Ah, with thoughts and dreams
If ego did not part our ways
Love, would it be so deem
Irresistible like us of yesterday
When we first started dating
I had no expectation of forever
I was content with the immediate
And enjoyed each moment with her
All the mundane chatter
And flirtatious wordplay
Leading to the longing looks
And the sentimental words of love
Back then time evaporated,
Hours seeming to pass in seconds
And in all those moments
Precluding our life together
The one thing we never had was silence
But that was then and this is now
And now the silence deafens me
No more chatter
Words are used miserly
As if endowed with great value
And not to be wasted
On flirtation or sentiment
Words, when used, now bite
With venomous spite
Moments now last an eternity
Clocks that once seemed to race through time
Run now in slow motion
Her contemptuous looks wither me
Longing now for my extinction
Kelly
By Nathan Hannen
When the shadows cast their dark shades on my heart
I think of you in my life, Holding my hand, Playing your part
Then your gone, Like a shadow that has dispersed
I walk in a dark lonely place, Treading on broken hearts, Their thoughts turn to
powder under my feet, Blown on a heartache wind
Alone with no voices to call for me, Deep black abyss, The darkness there swallows
the light
Then I see you standing there, Your face, Full and beautiful, No words are spoken,
Just you in my mind
Your hair flowing like a stream, Your stare, So intense, It feels like a dream
The contours of your body distort the light, a sunny beam, The strength in your
smile does'nt pass by me unforseen
Then darkness envelops me, No light strong enough to pierce my grief, Just my
heart, Longing for you
I love you
The End
As the desire of flight hardens my veins,
Your eyes, cool as the earth, shot with filtered
sun, stay my limbs.
It’s difficult to believe in longing or sorrow
Beneath the eves of yew and hemlock.
Though stepping towards tarmac
Shatters my thin illusions.
You, my doe, exploding through underbrush,
Trump my desire for flight,
Even in the black recesses of wasted alleys
Reeking of piss and moral ineptitude.
Lover bring me solace.
With our souls bound
The minds intricate neurons
Enmeshing our whole.
Lover bring me peace.
When behind closed eyes
I travel wearing down reckless abandon
At least for an hour of fitful sleep.
You the well of my energy
Upon my thoughts, forever
A smile softly on grim lips.
You the response to my question.
You, my summer rose, glowing
in the morning of our lives.
one last kiss, one final glass of wine
put on our favorite music and we'll dance one last time
one last wish granted 'tween the boundaries of you and me
I worked way too hard for what I wanted us to be
a perfect day ends as the sun is sinkin' low
evening comes real gentle,like a kiss upon a brow
it all slips away, it came and went so fast
I wake from this dream that wasn't built to last
on the table by my bedside, a memory book of me and you
the pages loose from longing and all that came unglued
the final chapter written I close it one more time
pages filled with tears and a stain of sweet red wine
that cold day from long ago sealing what we started
pieces strewn from east to west but you stay in my heart
thunder crashed and lightning flashed in a desert sky
monsoon rain won't wash away what I hold deep inside
Is ‘I love you’ enough?
For me, or you,
Or him?
Does it say all that needs saying?
Or share all that needs sharing?
I think not.
Will it roll off my tongue and straight onto yours?
A truth? Or a question? Or just vapid discourse?
It tells not of the promise I find in your eyes,
Or the song in your voice, although Sir, it tries.
Can’t speak of the fire that burns in your skin,
Or the stone of your heart which lustres within.
Fails to mention your presence, your detail, your touch,
The Sun in your hair, not the last straw I clutch.
In the fortress your arms make, I’d freely be held,
This unyielding longing just cannot be quelled.
..... But no matter, this phrase is better off dead,
..... Because to you, from me, it can never be said.
In darkness you unfold to me
And all your sweetness hold to me
Then I forget that I'm unsure
It seems you are the magic cure
But in the cruel morning light
My dreams have vanished with the night
Reality comes crashing in
This hold on love I cannot win
You were there when I ran out of places
But I was holding fleeting traces
Of someone who could never show
Your love for me I've come to know
Too late to say how much I feel
These self-inflicted wounds will heal
But longing always will be there
Believe me I will always care
MIdnight Hour
Close your eyes
Drifting in darkened skies
Roam that place of private dream and thought
A world that is all your own: a place that judges not
Here your free to love, the love for so long you fought
Witless longing ,far beyond your power
Release, let love flower
Midnight hour
For the Trois Par Huit contest.
A Wandering Star, so distant in view. . .
Its tiny beacon, once led me to you.
It shone so brightly, in its place above. . .
I truly believed, it would guide our love.
Its light was gentle, like your tender touch. . .
I fell to your charms, I needed so much.
It shimmered in the night, but it was you in my day. . .
I fear that it was the sunlight, that sent you away.
At night I still look up, longing to see. . .
Those soft white tones, and you waiting for me.
Under clouds grown thick, I wonder where you are. . .
For the time is long past, since I have seen my Wandering Star.+
Solitary man in shadows without a face
I blush with lonely sting of longing from your eyes
With every reluctant step I falter my pace
How many times, my love, you've seen me passing by?
Do you remember when you saw me in the square?
I dropped my packages and quickly by my side..
You came to assist...but suddenly she was there
The sigh of pain that crossed our fate was in your eyes
Why fate is cruel, my love, that we may never meet?
I've walked this way in loneliness a thousand days
I know each pebble, stone, and crack upon your street
You stay imprisoned, like a wild bird in a cage
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for Iolanda's contest..."Untold Secrets"
Long left and long right
A head swings to and fro
Inside a waltz repeats a loop
Outside the world careless goes by
His foot swings like a pendulum
Banging on a skirting board
They might say
“It’s sad, he’s mad”
He might say
“I remember we danced, in a trance”
Longing left and longing right
His heart yearns for his love
That left that night
Never and forever
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I look to the past cause our futures denied me
All my dreams of smiles, riches and kisses
I guess I'm content inside
I'm only human, I guess its ok
To wish and hope for more
Just longing for something I'll never see
Like waves on a distant shore
Still you've become a love in my life
Although I've loved you never
You have taken your rightful place in my heart
And that will be yours forever.
There is an image in my mind
An image by the gate
The tall wide shouldered kind
You trust with every fate
And the white myrtle rose
Is such a well groomed hedge
And the orchid surely grows
From that fertile cup of knowledge
O there is an image in my mind
An image in a rocking chair
And children seated at his knees
Web his stories in their fear
Or sail with pirates on British seas
And a child oft stood amazed
At the great recitals of bards gone
And eternal poets that blazed
From the candle of his tongue till dawn
The night long joy of memory.
There is an image that is father
The pain in the heart of history
And the longing each day grows shorter.
Lying here at dawn
empty arms longing for you,
a new heart you've found.
Morning embraces nightfall,
true love has forsaken me.
a most rare diamond
in a crevice of the deepest cave
its radiance hidden from the world
the human eye deprived of its luster
a waste
what a waste
the magenta bloom of a rose
behind the winding thorny vines
of the thickened forest
its aroma diminished
before it can be breathed in
a waste
what a waste
a vibrant beauty longing for love
to be treasured but ignored
willing to promise her very being
to an indifferent man
full of his own interests
full of himself
a waste
what a waste
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