Yearn Poems - Poems about Yearn

Let Me Yearn

(summer 2024)

I want a love that is pure, beautiful and made for me.
I want them to be poetic to me in a way that I am smitten.
God, I yearn for my person to come toward me.
It hurts to wait and still feel stuck. 
How do I keep moving forward when I have feelings like this

In a dream universe, my fragile bones yearn to become

In a dream universe, my fragile bones yearn to become
A parchment of your essence, engraved in eternal silence,
To blossom into birds and bees that rise towards the light,
To forget decency in the magic of oblivion, to be an eternal story.
I watch you stand, a worshipped goddess, beautiful in splendor,
A temple of light and mystery, a

Yearn

I would wrap your love
around me 
like a coat.

I would let your hands
be the sieve
that caught 
my soul. 

I would let your lips
be the 
parachute
that I never
checked. 

I would fall on my 
anger like a 
sword. 

To die at your feet
is not just 
Love, it is
Religion.

To break and be mended
by hands 
divine
and flesh
and soft. 

Like

the one who might

she has been looking for someone,
since before she knew the word for wanting,
“please, have you seen this person?”

someone who’s tall and strong
when she scratched her knees
falling down the monkey bars
—he can catch her when she falls, and lift her like she's air

someone who's kind and has a puppy 
when she first held 
a fluffy life

Above Clouds

people lost in the rush 
i wait in line with the rest 
waiting and observing
people leaving 
as others wait they sit and learn.
out to defy the laws we are bound.
in the sorting it is easy to bypass the ones that yearn.
a chance to get away,
with no guarantee of a return 
no matter how high you

A Poem to Make You Yearn-a for the Mythical Gandaberunda

  
    “The octopus’ tender tentacles tinkled like pomegranate bells ---"

        Cut, Cut Cut!  What the 'H' are you talking about?
        ‘Tender tentacles of an octopus tinkling.’ Have you gone mad, Max?

    

Flower

flowers that have flourished in winter 
made beautiful in the frost,
from the same chilling breeze they have grown lost.
one flower stands out in its sunny meadow,
the other still frozen in a field,
envying the other flowers that get to grow along in that meadow,
waiting to be revealed.
every once in a while the pollen of the flower

Chaos In Her Heart

If love is...
feeling unloved, 
anxious and starved,
give my  regards
Does the torment of love's hate
eliminate pain?
If love is trembling lips
and sultry eyes, upon them
everlasting cries,
Charcoal tears that pour
What answers are there 
for these unwanted sores?
Binding spells of
the unforgiving way swells
She the accuser shames
with her bitter blame
Aging with, until the bitter end
Accusing of his unrequited love
Awaits

Estranged

We are Estranged But—
I hope my image stays in your mind forever
—etched in your memory until your last breath.
Whenever you tuck a strand of hair behind her ear—maybe, at least once, you'd reminisce about me.
I feel unsettled, yet sometimes, I wish that when your lips meet hers, a faint echo of my taste still lingers.
It

Telepathic

My ears are sealed, forever bound by quiet/
A world of stillness, no sound can riot/
Yet my mind pulses, alive and aware/
With whispers and images you unknowingly share/
Every thought, unspoken and raw/
Every dream, every flaw/
They flow to me, a bittersweet stream/
Of joys, of sorrows, of hope, of esteem/
Your words, unuttered, cut me deep/
Your judgements linger, wounds

Irish Accents and Caps

Irish accents quake my female southland.
Males 'neath Newsboy Caps stimulate dreamland.
Irish yearns may want touch,
Did not seek to feel such.
Ireland trips could stimulate mate's backhand.

Noble man

My heart is of a noble man
How it yearns to love a kind girl
Little by little day by day
She'd be the compound in my heart
That would burst every time I saw a smile on her face
How I see her faceless memories in my dreams
How I would be sure to treat her good and become her

Good that it just means I yearn for attachment

While I deleted all my socials, 
why have I just installed one to look what her favorites are?
I swear I should have just leave it and let it stay in deleted.
I am not meant to use such things, 
I always won't stop what other people might think.

Because when I saw that he is following her,
both

Journey of a Dandelion

On a silent and mellow snowy evening, 
When stillness embraced the world, 
The sky appeared ethereal and endearing, 
When Winter’s last flakes of snow swirled. 

The last piece of ember remained red, 
Yet warm and cozy around the hearth, 
Reminding me of the spring days ahead, 
That brings fragrance and color to the earth. 

Looking

I Yearn

I yearn for a quiet life,
Its really hard though
When all your life has been noise.

I constantly pondered on 
what it must be like,
But my brain finds it hard to fathom such a concept
I yearn for a quiet life.

The noise becomes so loud that
It being quiet is outlandish 
Something beyond comprehension 
When all your life has

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