Wanting Poems - Poems about Wanting

not wanting to be a word thief

I read poetry from forty poets last night
some of these missives were brilliant
others were stunningly fresh
I try to intentionally forget most of it
not wanting to be a word thief
or a plagiarists
I cannot fathom why any writer would use A.I.
What satisfaction could that give them?
I want my own words, my own way and no one else’s.

Wanting for You

I'll play your songs then play some more
Until I see you at my door
I'll ask if you would please come in
Then do something I know I can
I'll have you climb into my chair
And once I see you settled there
In front of you, before your eyes
A brand new song I'll then devise 
From scratch, no inkling

A Map of Quiet Fires

Her skin drinks light like rivers take rain,
each dappled edge and sun-struck curve,
a landscape under my hands, soft yet severe,
where desire meets the edge of breath.
Fingers trace the small hollows of her hip,
catching sunlight in each soft valley,
dipping, trembling, as if they might slip
into some dark, endless tenderness.
She is a map of quiet fires,
a fever

Words Movement

I want them to shake me—
not to break me,
but to stir something deep.
To rattle me, gently,
from places I’ve let fall asleep.

To spring anger—yes—
but only where healing begins.
To draw tears,
like cleansing rain,
and decorate the silence
with something real again.

I want them to leave you wondering,
just quietly wanting more.
Not confused,
but curious—
like standing before an unopened door.

I want my

Haze of Daydream

Freedom! Is that so hard 
To ask you know that thing
Where you get a pass
Where you get to spread
Your wings and get to
Fly or crash get to test 
your limits and escape your 
Past Get to achieve  the impossible
With little problems but come on
We know this is a daydream
Something we know we can't 
Achieve.

You've been wanting to know

You want to hear from me
I love you too
You lure me here
I’ll never forget you
You want to know what I think
Truth be told:
You’re the daughter I always dreamed of
You say how
Age does not know the soul
In another lifetime,
I hold you and kiss your forehead
Make your lunch
Send you to school
Cook your dinner
Turn the heat on
So you

The fleeting wanting more gaze

Our stranger eyes
met, ever so briefly,
in a wanting more gaze,
that could have so easily
been dismissed, cast aside
and thrown out,
as irrelevant and fleeting.
But, we hung on just long enough
to inspire a meeting,
that grew to a greeting,
and to the everlasting love 
we now share together.

Moonlight on Water Wanting

The moon casts a bright beam of light in the night,
across the sea, to highlighting the beach and waves,
with a shiny search-light swarm of glitter, alight.

Awaken by the moon's sneaky peek between the clouds,
the waves ripple and stipple to the moon's smitten blaze,
as the beach lies deserted, deprived of gaze of crowds.

The peace and quiet

Wanting not loving

The blessings you’ve got and as soon as you’ve come you forgot.
That’s the real path when it is your first out. Then come the first step in the dougee religion. They start tear us apart when we are so small. They decide us and make us alone souls who go trough tremendous forgetness while grow.

Wanting

Oh, oh! 	pity party
I want          my old house back
I want it summer
	windows open    curtains    fluttering
                   in the ocean breeze

I want my carpet		sofa	

I didn't know if I should respect you wanting space

then your choice indeed was right.
Then you don't know me enough,
to be fine with me again.

Wanting

I'm lost 
  I'm lost in a world 

Looking for a place too call home,
  I'm tired of living
    life through the pictures on phone 

I just want to
  Have that
    fairytale ending kinda feeling.

I want too travel,
  See more then one spot of the

Wanting everything about You

Horween she demanded
a suit fabulous and refined
I wish to be outstanding
revered and defined
Shangtung shirt
to clothes me
a worthy fabricated
brand
then my date shall
recognize me
than I might be
new to his
positioning
Harto the days
when I never knew you
now I'm blessed to have
found you
I smile cheering
us together
wishing
wanting
desiring
and eager
such an obligation

hot and wanting it

She said I'm all wet with a yell
If doing it now we could tell
She'd be satisfied
With what was implied
But I had no umbrella to sell

Wanting What Was, Having What Am

Yesterday, I was 61. I was young and spry, :).

But today, I am 62. I am old and slow, :(.

Wanting for what I was, :(. But having what I am, :).

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