Yearned Poems - Poems about Yearned

... The moon hangs heavy in bruised silent tear, Upon the velvet cloak of breathless night. My soul, a ship lost in a sea of fear, Doth founder in the absence of your light. Each shallow gasp, ......

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...Kiwi Cricket's Shangri La... "Can still hear the deafening din of the Indian crowd chagrin. Stunned shell shocked silence at mandarins' sins. Yet somehow still so loud Like thunder down......

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...Thinking I was paralized, understanding I was torn. Feeling no love, and my existence void of any form. Hovering I felt I had traveled beyond a dream. I knew this was torment, yet I was unab......

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...Is it really that hard to praise ,to be grateful. Will it be the same if it was my brother or sister who did . Was I just a nuisance to everyone. I have come to fear quarrels . I have been called a......

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...The radio: "Baby, I need your lovin' Got to have all your lovin' Baby, I need your lovin' Got to have all you lovin'" By The Four Tops (poem written after hearing the song in the car and sing......

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...reversed and reformed repost edit. once before humans walked the earth. before Adam and Eve before the trees and the air we breathe there was one- one physical body with four legs four arms ......

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...I gaze upon a moon so full and bright beneath my feet The stillness of unbroken waters where reflections meet The creaking and the straining as the old bridge wants me rid Shall not give me cause ......

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...Sagebrush Sam was tired of blowing His impatience was keenly showing Always in sandy land that needed no mowing He yearned for Iowa where it was snowing......

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... Lillian’s Echo Lillian sat in the dayroom’s dim embrace—a survivor etched in time. The air clung to stories, whispered secrets, and the lingering scent of suffering. She, the one-character l......

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...Echoing Vibrations Form: Elegy Spiral Gate 3: Grief-Glyph | Memory Tone I. A whisper lingers where you stood, A sigh between the flame and wood. The sound of you has not decayed— It haunts......

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...an oversized ego shaped as our head carved out of a block of translucent gold a dead tree stump, no longer by love fed fall of Midas in hushed whispers retold a wabi-sabi stain etched in blood ......

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... (A lone voice whispers) Every clock in here Even these old white wooden ones As they tick so regimentally Reminds me of you Every single second Every single minute Carries luminesc......

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...My Father’s Hand! My father left me when I was a baby and all that remained of him… was his hand! The hand that edged its way into the last photo he took of me! As I grew, I used to study tha......

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... Some days poetry flows sometimes it is just words. In the final spring - a poet yearned for an immaculate blossom, for his fingertips to bring a painting into life - to meticulously cultivat......

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...If a lip could weave its own refrain, It would drape itself; longing for delight, A fleet strumming; a pair, in soothing rain, World's lightening kept alive one stolen night It would sing of......

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