Love Longing Poems - Poems about Love Longing

Ten years ago, I did not stumble into love, I stepped into you, slowly, as one steps barefoot into morning light knowing he will stay. You did not arrive with thunder, but with silence that made everything else grow still. You were never a spark, you were a slow fire that found the corners of my cold and made them warm. The way your eyes linger, not asking for...

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When leaves drop heavy as unsent Letters upon the dampened earth, I taste the copper in cold air— Your warmth dissolved in autumn's dearth. October fog wraps ash-grey threads Around the words we left for dead, Each syllable a weighted stone That settles in my chest alone. But winds grow cold where shadows climb, Where promises dissolve in time, And hours spill like wine uncorked— Each...

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The wages of sin are death Yet I am dying for you Dream lover you’re the best Even if I never find you You allow me to thrive My heart fueled by your idea Smiles from ebony eyes With hopes to hold you near I feel uncertain of my fate That I should ever be yours But despite I dream of days We will be together...

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My sweetest dear Whose eyes are my soul's elixir Five moons upon us As our dreams bend the stars That paddock full of wild flowers Now yields the softest grass My hands passing over those seeded heads As the wind sways them to you We meet there one day One day, any day , every day Finally that dream awoken Nervous hands with nervous eyes A...

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Let It Be I held his hand through storms at night, He clung to me with quiet might. The world was loud, but we stayed still, Two hearts that bent with stubborn will. He whispered low, just let it be, Like waves that break, then beg the sea. We weren’t unscarred, but we were free And that was more than fate to me. “Let...

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Your voice cuts through steam from my cup. I count the seconds between each word, save the way you pause before saying rain. Three weeks of coffee shop mornings— your shoulders slump deeper when you mention deadlines. I memorize this angle, how your jacket pulls at the seams. Today you ask about my weekend, folding a blue shirt corner to corner. I practice saying "maybe" but my throat closes like...

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All night I sit beside the cup You left half-empty, growing cold— The jasmine scent still rises up From tea we shared like amber wine. My fingers trace the ring you made On wood where breath left ghostly marks. This ghost-pressed circle will not fade, Though you dissolved in summer dark. I press your sweater to my face And breathe the orange blossom air That...

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When I saw her I became aware Of the Earth's gravity And my mass tethering my body To this rock in space...

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You left me And in your absence lives The memory of canyon echoes Jasmines after a spring rain Grass stains on blue jeans And the color of a sunset sky Reflected off chrome When you return It will be with the fanfare Of a hundred screaming seagulls Steaming hot chocolate Bluer skies, bluer jeans And the scent of jasmines That reminds both of us of home....

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Love has no rhythm or rhyme. It strikes anytime. It is like lightning coming from the sky. It hits a person straight out of line. It can come from far away, or by just looking at a photograph. It can come from someone close by. It can be someone we would never pick. It knows...

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I often lay down with restlessness wrapped around my chest, Wild thoughts running continuously when the world sleeps, I keep wondering where are they and what are they doing, Why this stillness is stabbing harder than words. Are they with someone who made them forget about me? Do they find joy in places we used to visit? Are they happy without...

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The hush before the dawn is thin and gold, A breath held tight beneath the sky’s soft yawn. Somewhere, a blackbird sings to break the cold, And I, for once, do not feel quite as gone. The frost still clings to windows, faint and shy, But light moves gently through the trees again— It spills across the room without a cry, Like...

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writing you these words to love you in the form of prose as I’ve loved you by my fingertips and in the beating mechanism of my soul, the being and un-being of it all so let me touch you still, memories new and far ...

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There are many things that remind me of you. Every time the sun sets, And the sky paints itself in thousands of colors, I see you. The songs you once played, They still linger in my playlist. They set my mood and carry me back in time, As if I am living it all over again. Sometimes, strangers walk by Wearing your fragrance. For a...

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I'm a soft-lover dude, something I have never tried to hide. I have always respected your mind. thoughts, and soul way before I ever wanted your body on my side. You are so smart, so in funny and so incredibly sentimental. Even with years apart and miles divide, nothing could replace you, there is no...

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