Yearning Poems - Poems about Yearning

(On Father's Day) Like most mornings, I awoke, Got out of bed on the left side. Not sure if that was the wrong side, But I know for certain, It wasn’t the right side. Aloneness is sort of that way— No offer of a second opinion, No pat-on-the-back save a broken arm, No meaningful conversation around the table. A moment of nihility—this morning. ...

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You arrive like the first word of a language I didn't know I was born to speak— slender as the space between breath and prayer, a rose opening in the dark of my closed mouth. That glance of yours cuts through me clean, the way morning light splits an empty room in half: before you, after you. How do I unknow the weight of your absence? How do I...

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In a sea full of green, so wide and still, Where every leaf leans to the wind’s will, They whisper the rules in rustling tones, “Grow alike, sway alike, don’t stand alone.” But somewhere beneath that uniform sway, A pulse beats red in a quiet display. Not loud, not proud—just power contained, A fire untouched, a soul unchained. The green is safe, a...

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while my heart sometimes breaks for a time when my love was innocent and flowed from the breathless dreams where I let the light carry me, whimsical hues of what it means to see beautiful in the hearts who know love is free! ...

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To Mr. Michael, Bard of Theatrical Yearning, Your words, like ivy, wind and wind — ornate, impassioned, almost divine.?But I write now with a quieter pen, one that bleeds not drama but truth again. You call me complacent — a muse asleep??Dear sir, I have only grown quiet to keep?From drowning in tides too high, too fast,?Where...

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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 and two heads as well as one soul accompanied by one heart. as full of love and self as they could be....

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we’re always surrounded by art, i realized this as a child walking through the massachusetts city’s. i remember seeing your everyday buildings with the beautiful moonlight and being in awe- how could we forget something so simple yet beautiful exists all around us? as a teenager i took photographs of buildings- cars and the heavens...

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How do I feel? More than the touch of a hand, it is the stirrings of the soul like the brush of the winds encircling the quiet eye of a storm. Do I feel the shadow of your pain cast upon my face? Do I feel the warmth of your imagination surrounding me? Do I feel the softness of your moist lips with your tender...

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I can’t rid of the bags under my eyes The crowfeet despise, all were lies, Conjured was an illusion of you Throughout my groping confusion evasive, flimsy A-m-o-r-p-h-i-c, innuendos I was subjected to your derision dissing me relentlessly deriding my appearance, disparaging my intellect as I stumbled and fell into the abyss Mocking doesn’t suit my countenance My lips desert dry, thirsty, parched An amazon...

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A flamboyant love with a beloved muse, Transcendent and captivating, the spirit destined to confuse. As time currents flow, the hearts ignite and swell with amour, Unveiling words of enchantment leaf by leaf in a tome like an author. Every encounter with your visage makes me run wild, To a degree of delineating all the giddiness like I'm a...

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I love you Sounds like candy When it rolls off your tongue So sweet It's bound to fill my mouth With cavities I imagine you talking to me I go word by word Visualizing the eye contact Dreaming of the way Your voice sounds I listen to your audio messages Basking in the bliss Smiling like the first time I heard them Euphoric in the way I can hear your...

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when i was merely fourteen- i remember walking around wondrously throughout my town, i wondered how people could live like this. i look to my left and saw a fresh painted white house with a picket french and a freshly mowed lawn. when i looked to the left- i saw a small house with mint green...

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In this white-washed room, time moves slow, Monitors beepin’ soft and low, I got tubes and dreams, but one thing’s clear— The only medicine I need is your voice in my ear. Nurses come and go like the wind through the door, But I’m anchored in a hope I can’t...

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The chaos in my heart Won’t allow for anything less Than feeling love amplified Heightened, magnified, buzzing Intensity to the extreme To care for is to cherish To want is to yearn for To miss is to crave I don’t love, I consume I encapsulate and devour I envelope and obsess My soul cannot bear the thought Of living without love...

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silent words cascade unseen, unheard, fade away— lonely ink weeps dreams words fall like dead leaves no hand stirs to hold their weight— autumn of the soul untouched art cries out silent beauty lost to void— a poet unseen ...

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