Short Achingly Poems
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As You Get Achingly Older
The Energy It Takes For
Tedium Hurts More Than
The Time It Wastes/Saves.
BANK!
-Gray Squirrel
08-28-2025
My heart feels heavy tonight
Old photos and memories
A steadfast emotional anchor
Yearning bygone days
Achingly longing for the lost
My soul sorrowfully hankers
A magic cat
did stretch and yawn
on a velvet carpet green
perfection's Springtime lawn
Sauntered achingly lazy
to a peach blossom tree
rubbed up against some petals
then winked at me
She is the Sun, I am the Moon, longing to touch, but never able to. She makes things warm and comfortable. I bring darkness and cold chills. She is what I so achingly desire, but to have her would be madness for all.
Friends have departed,
I could not go,
The ones left grieve,
In a sea of memories
It's all within oneself,
This I know
But the spoken word,
silenced for now,
Is achingly awaited,
When dear friends re-unite
For eternity.
Achingly
Beautiful
Courageously
Deft
Energetically
Frivolous
Gaily
Happy
Ignorantly
Joyful
Kind
Lovely
Magnanimously
Nobly
Open
Preciously
Queenly
Rare
Splendid
Terrifically
Unsuspected
Voraciously
Wicked
Yearningly
Zany
WHISPER
His kisses
whisper love.
I listen
as
his bottled up
desires
flow out.
I trace
those words
slowly
achingly
dangerously
desperately steadfast.
Gasping
Still
he quiets me
hopelessly endearing
in hushed
whispers.
The man I once was
is a visual echo
fading into naught.
There was a time
I felt achingly hollow
and pressingly weighed.
starved and stiffed by doubt,
gone far past the sunken place
to deeps starkly dark.
Eventually,
time did thin the choking void,
eventually.
Violent thunder in a blood red sky
Tears of anguish in the family’s eye
Hearts held achingly in the grip of fear ~
Praying for those they hold most dear.
How long must the fighting last?
How long before the pain has past?
How long before our troops return,
And the hatred in our hearts cease to burn...
It's a slop of a silken surface
Forming that multi-faceted glaze
Can't you see?
It's been done so many times before
It's bone-achingly exhausting
What is to be done?
Nothing that can't be undone
Can you help me untwist my feet?
Go slow, slow, slow
I'm so happy
You get money to teach us
deep masculine tones resonate tantalizingly, enticing peeks
sending sizzling fire surging through my body achingly
mounting needs have me writhing in search of sweet release
as fingers dive deeply within my core, climbing, soaked in perspiration
molten fluid laces fingers as screams of ecstasy ignite over the phone
The song birds
Of my dreams
Sit on the sill
(Where I sleep )
And sing achingly
I get drifted
In the world.
I crave for it
When I am
All awake.
Would that
The songs take
Over my life!
Just then …
My wife calls
Out to me
For a walk
Frightening
The birds away
I open my eyes
To see the world
Filled with elegy
tentatively we touch
gentleness a brushed lingering
rising waves of repetition unfold
achingly intense
crisp as belled glass
full of heartache, plump with longing
life races toward … to ward …
in spiral tip toed pirouettes
trailing across the tympanic membranes
sliding up and down scales
darkness sharp and ivory keys
sound reminds
6/9/14
Showing off all of my desire
that gaze will feel like a burn,
my stare will set you on fire;
A kiss between shoulder blades
might turn into shock therapy
as my moan achingly cascades;
From behind you cannot see me,
it’s left up to your imagination
where that next touch will be;
Dopamine drizzled destruction,
mouth left wet with temptation.
Why do the skies of autumn appear so?
So bright?
So blue?
So true to God’s own plan?
Or so achingly exquisite,
A gift to mortal man.
My poor eyes cannot
Comprehend
The sheer beauty
He chooses to extend
On such a wondrous day
As this, when I can almost
Hear Him say
This is how I show
My love to you:
Through your hooded eyes
As you look to the skies
I woke up to the sound,
Of sweet music filtering through my window.
It was achingly far,
And sweetly close.
Incredibly lovely.
I opened my eyes to look for signs of you,
But there were none.
It made me laugh,
It made me cry.
I closed my eyes.
What more can I do,
But move on from losing you?
What more is there to say,
When the sweet music you used to play,
Won't go away?
This shade is damp with the net of sun
finely sliced with the paring knife of trees.
We softly move among old bones, places
where ancient lovers have lain, grinding
one another into thin blue dust, drinking
from a chalice of silvered hands held
one to the other safe in mid-afternoon light
among gnats and May apples arching achingly
toward the slow, soft, satin churnings of death.
I love poetry
Where else can tragedy
Become so achingly beautiful
Horror made ethereal
Tears like jewels
Fall musically to the floor
Even demons dance to
The rhythm you create
Nightmares shrink
Into phrases on a page
Finding haven in quatrains
Freedom in metaphors
Structure in meters
I escape into this
Fantastical world
Parallel to the harsh
Reality
I can not control
Petals and the Full Moon,
peppered with flakes of stars;
Wishes become cobwebs,
children no longer hum;
Growing up? Belief ebbs.
Petals and the Full Moon;
After achingly long,
lovers find an embrace;
Swaying in reflection,
the sea gives in to chase.
Petals and the Full Moon,
lost in the ambience
romantic wheel in drive;
Restless fuse of rapture,
a perfect match will thrive.
Achingly slow the way that we kissed,
enjoying the entrapment we laid in.
You commemorated this with cursive.
The soft swirl and soft hand of cursive
matched us as the paper was kissed.
Italics bold as your tongue trucked in.
It was comforting how you creeped in
with flirtation flowing in pristine cursive.
Immortality penned the way you kissed.
A love letter french kissed in cursive.
Caught behind barbed wire
Tangled in a child's shame,
old regrets and fears
We sometimes pierce our souls
in the death grip of our love offerings
Delightful wild-flowers
clutched in hopeful fists
Thrust out from our shadowlands
to be caught by understanding hands
How achingly beautiful we are
in the presence of their tender
and fragrant significance
© Cornelia Mattioli aka Flying Angel
Just lead me through your gaze;
I feel achingly lost;
An unabsolved labyrinth
will not have a champion;
Wordless we plead the fifth;
Just lead me through your gaze,
explain the unspoken;
The bright Moon reflected
is full and without clouds;
It leaves me enchanted;
Just lead me through your gaze,
can I please be paroled?
Keep you but lose the frame
that blacks out the answers;
Let us finish this game.
Longingly, desire to see your face
Achingly, missing your company
Jealously, checking on your emails
Languishing, in your caressing arms
Surreptitiously, following you
Suspecting, your infidelity
Persuading you, to do what I want
Laughing, when you say unfunny jokes
Nine times out of ten, your forgiveness
(Common traits of people who say they are in love)
Used howmanysyllables
Date 5/13/21
"dreams of visions"
once suns rose and moons beamed
our names called to one another
whispering desires and love
suddenly when lights dimmed
calling you to home of heaven
my heart missed a beat
now within dreams of visions
with ears and eyes wide open
such senses are achingly alive
I see you I hear you I feel you
separated by dimensions apart
still whispers of our names call
SkyWatcher
09-10-23
Teardrop
From the sky
Rested achingly upon
The ample bosom
Of grief
Oh Divine, my beloved!
Kneel upon thy alters
Bow down, oh heart
On velvet cushion's grace.
Nigh is death
Lean on Thee
Erratic heart
Tumultuous sea
Calm! Hush now. Calm!
Thy belly crawls
before thy feet's sorrow
Given paradise
A tomorrow's dream
Thy brows sweat
And the moon dims
Take my soul
To eternal's promise
Bosom's tears
water the heavens
Heart and the sea
Pleading for the nightmare's end.