Yearning Poems - Poems about Yearning

On dark, cold soil, atop the soaring green turf, lay cold, rusty, nostalgic houses. The path that led to them was faded and shallow, with the feeling it could cave in at any moment. Scattered along that path were derelict vehicles from different eras each one different heaps of life. Fog filled the houses. It filled the cars too, like a raging campfire, too sinister to be put out. And yet here...

Continue reading...

Deep down she was a hopeless romantic Masked with hate because she thought she couldn't have it After all she was a black woman When she asked the world for love it laughed at her It's why she gave up, a story so tragic Growing up in a world where white was the beauty standard And being black was...

Continue reading...

To love someone who no longer loves you is the cruelest trick played by the world. I didn’t know you wanted me that way, I thought you only cared for my body, so I found another who seemed to want a connection. I should’ve told you then how I love you so, I wish I...

Continue reading...

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...

Continue reading...

Your coffee cup still sits on the kitchen table— the one you slammed down that Tuesday morning, saying *I can't do this anymore*, coffee splashing across the crossword we'd started together. Week One: I scrub the stain with bleach and fury, curse your name into the empty rooms. Week Six: I catch myself setting two plates for dinner, pause halfway to the cabinet, my hand suspended in the space between habit...

Continue reading...

(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. ...

Continue reading...

You arrive like the first word of a language I didn't know I was born to speak— the way you bite your thumbnail when you're lying, how your keys jangle three times before you find the right one. That Tuesday morning glance splits me clean: before you, after you. * Your laugh tastes like the last cigarette I never smoked— bitter and necessary, the kind of harm I'd choose twice. I follow...

Continue reading...

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...

Continue reading...

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! ...

Continue reading...

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...

Continue reading...

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....

Continue reading...

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...

Continue reading...

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...

Continue reading...

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...

Continue reading...

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...

Continue reading...