Yearned Poems - Poems about Yearned

...Life doesn’t feel the same, My Darling, Deprived of your passionate love, Each and every day aimlessly drags on, Each and every day feels dreary and treacherous! Days were joyfully enchanting, ......

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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 in one stolen night It would sing......

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...Serrated swathes of overwhelming savage gusts without compassion, directionless dilatory daydreamer that I am ostensibly vulnerable, to the serendipitous intrusion at a wispy sapphire cloud flacc......

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...The world was gray, a lonely ,dark space, Where joy had fled, leaving no joyful trace. They called me kind, a heart of purest gold, But kindness, it seemed, had grown strangely cold. They'd prais......

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...Thy grace I see of which I spurned An awful merit I had earned And my poor soul to thee unturned And left behind frail bridges burned Thy pardoning love to me have learned My desolated heart soj......

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... There are gifts that I have treasured. One have I with worth unmeasured. One day I turned into a swan. In poetry, this lingers on. A young man smiled and gazed my wa......

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...Locked in a room with no windows I became a shadow Invisible and unheeded Having as duty, the slow and steady merging Of myself with the dirty walls As time went by, I stopped feeling myself......

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