sensual touches
sate a need that aids depressed
hearts seeking passion
patches to cover twin aches
worn as scars from rejection
escape needs fulfilled
covers hold two stories told ~
desperate duet
Simple yearnings are the only ones I’ve ever known
Gentle as the sparrow’s wing forever having flown
Easy as the summer sun that rises in the sky
Just to be loved and to love for dreamers such as I
The echo of a dreadful night cannot contain a valorous heart
The searing blood in a warrior's veins does not succumb to a vanquished heart
The clashing of swords, gory and raw do not sway the mighty "outlaw"
She charges deep into the dawning war with strands of darkness glistening under the waning star
Thoughts of her faith she finds futile
For who can make the brave abide
Her heart that streaks with mutiny and rebellion
seeks only for a fellow Sneer
A renegade at birth, she wanders on
Finding peace she suspects will slip through her claws
The brown of her parched skin glistens as the dark embraces her flaws
She flourishes under the night's indifferent maze
and comes alive under the moon's sliver gaze
She longs for an invitation to a land far-off
with water that soothes her war ridden heart
A traitor, rebel and a renegade to her own
she wishes to be a lover in a warrior's home town
To at last find the peace that her heart longs
And satisfy the cravings of a heart that's been reeking of betrayal all along
She whispers her yearnings to the Full Moon
and hopes her prayer will come through soon.
MY YEARNINGS
My yearnings only to get best
right reward what I do deserve.
If diligent and competent,
I wish for success to observe
and reciprocation in I love.
if our fontanel tingles
or third eye glistens
our throb of anticipation
quickens as soul listens
we tend to neglect
other nodes that pulsate
if our eye be single
why do we discriminate
as spirit enlivening form
and we as the all-there-is
feel within each sensation
innate vibrancy of bliss
differentiated perception
ride on the Ferris wheel
may then all coordinates
hold to heart equal appeal
Yearnings of childhood
distant echoes
of mystery, magical trains
broken tracks
the mind —
often late past midnight
senses
the source
strains… reaches…
for stairwells
of
explanations
slate gray day's
nocturnal mood
souls sensitive
often brood
upon nature's
whimsy, caprice
yearnings stillborn
know no peace
darkness settles
in forest, meadows
'pon every plateau ~
doused, flames' embers
in shuttered chateaus
Holding each other close, with piercing eyes and hearts that Brings an ardent longing for more
As the coherent sounds echo and course through the entwined heated bodies , such a striking vision to witness in a glory to be cherished
Step by step they move like clouds floating in the air , only true love to carry them along the way , such beauty, and ever so picturesque
Dressed to the nines matters not , for time stands still and every exasperated breath accounted for makes the moment the only moment to touch each others soul
Now the crescendo of this galant night beckons for the tenderness and full volume of an everlasting lasting kiss so proper , so gentle , and so wanted , it happens like whisper in the wind thus ends this magical endeavour
As sun sinks low and stars come out,
my passion starts to burn;
the darkness causes hopes that shout
this pining poet’s yearn.
I sit and ponder for awhile
the dreams I long to find;
the thoughts of you and your sweet smile
weigh heavy on my mind.
The reveries of your sweet love,
my passion’s paradigm;
as moonbeams flutter from above
these moments sealed in time.
May 21, 2019
attentions shown them
stir yearnings - not more lonely -
arms closely hold them
kisses twinge loneliness opaque
soft trembles soften twin aches
desperate duet
quaking one evasion high
escape needs fulfilled
~hearts crave pain blocking solace ~
covers mold two stories told
Should I just dream of your Divine embrace
when passions conquer any foolish pride.
Those wanton longing finally satisfied
amidst the moonlight my heart will encase.
My yearnings, reignited to retrace
to awake a fervor sorely denied.
My darling, love envisions worlds collide
as my facade destroyed, heal me with your grace.
My love imploring, is not but a dream!
Tis your caress which roused my fretful rest
while I reach for stars in final quest
to welcome two hearts tangled in-between.
A maven, I take solace by your side
with visions of the night, now magnified
I can’t remember that very moment
as when her sudden glance flashed on my heart.
Days, months, years passed, I could not recollect.
Screen of forgetfulness hang to obstruct.
No other glances touched or appealed mind.
I desired, yearned only for those two eyes.
Time advanced, I left my feelings behind.
Just a glance was enough to mesmerize.
I waited, waited and waited so long.
Buds of my passion never bloomed but dried.
My wounded heart pretended to be strong,
showing smile on face, but silently cried.
A free bird spread wings in open wide sky.
and could not be bounded by social tie.
First Place
Sonnet contest by Eve Roper
First Place
CONTEST NO.495 by Brian Strand
Candle lit burning in the back porch
He grab my hand
freezing and taunting in the moment
Maybe he is superb, living must in my world
Tis' I adore the sum of his yearnings?
There's is something about us
I understand
Something about him, crazier
The apocalyses never been it was
More sad truths
Begging..
Hesitation
This prose..
This could be us..
X-rated Yearnings
And
Beauty
Caught
Desire’s
Excited
Fancy,
Guided
Her
Into the lair of
Jealousy’s
Kingdom,
Lured and
Manipulated the
Nuances
Of
Perfection’s
Quest,
Roused the
Sensual
Torment of
Uneasy
Virtue,
Wakened
X-rated
Yearning's
Zest.
9/2/2014
for Shadow Hamilton Abecedarian Contest
I was not able to discern any difference between the
Abecedarian and ABC poetic forms.
I can not show you my true feelings
Or tell you how much you are on my mind.
Can you visit my dreams
Stay in my heart
And drift through the realms of my imagination?
Can you hear the whispers of my soul
For just a moment?
There is no tool to measure love.
If you could be me for a little while,
You would feel how much it hurts when I miss you.
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