Poetry Blogs (Yearning)
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and I wonder if there's someone else that you wish was giving you the attention that I am
and I wonder if you are giving someone else the attention that I wish you would give me
and I wonder why this imbalance follows me
always always nipping at my heels
and yet somehow manages to also remain
two steps ahead of me
this imbalance of desire
Monday 17th June 2019 12:11 am
i am as a sapling in the shadow of a hundred year oak
try not to breathe, not to stir
i wish to remain unnoticed at the edge of your meadow
here in my solitude
i dare not disturb this perfect silence
inexplicable and deeper than night
nothing casting it
a black shadow wavers in the bright sunlight
it covers the the meadow floor
pulling at my curiosity I am lost in it's mystery
Sunday 16th June 2019 10:44 am
Lovely smiles at early morning,
Poetic voice says: “Hello”
Shiny eyes yearning look.
Asking happily “How are you?”
When did we met and where!
Few years ago, may be more
It was crowded party there
When she shines out of the door
We had a table, but no talk
Merrily smile, she looks shy
Asked timidly can we walk?
I shook hands, then walk...
Friday 1st March 2019 2:52 pm
Two waves in the sea
Two branches of the tree
Two wings of the bee
These are you and me
In everywhere I go
I keep your love to grow
All over my heart's show
Your eyelashes and brow
Certainly, I can see
One heart not a three
Follow me, or feel free
I got your heart's Key
Sunday 3rd February 2019 7:25 pm
My heart skips a beat when I catch you glancing.
I’m high on you, your mental is alluringly entrancing.
I lose my consciousness in your world; now hooked on your being.
Whilst pheromones run wild, you advance, begin by playfully teasing.
I analyse your face.
Slowly you undress me before you go to third base.
Your tongues tender touch hits th...
Wednesday 22nd August 2018 1:33 pm
Bad joke number one. At first a whimsical gesture, a throw away comment, nought but the larks song to win your attention.
Bad joke number two. The brush off, the guise, nothing more than a vulnerable boy hiding behind his painted face as he clutches at a pumpkin bucket, barely able to lift his gaze as he utters meek words, mouthing "Trick,or treat?"
Bad joke number three. Confidenc...
Monday 13th November 2017 12:44 am
Love never captures the stars
for we burn in the hollow
of the black hole
tearing at our souls.
Yearning to be free,
on our knees, we plead,
blind at times in defeat,
deaf to the trees,
the hearts true needs
but on we climb toward the light,
the rainbow an illusion of mind
knowing the journey is the gold,
that truth comes in numbers
and in reverse the future unfolds.
Thursday 27th April 2017 12:57 am
When you lit that cigarette
The bones of me shuddered,
The blood in me halted.
What I wouldn’t do for you to light my flame with your lips....
Because I’ve had men tell me that my lipstick tastes of petrol,
That my mouth lights fires,
That my tongue causes explosions
And of course, that opening my legs is the best way to put a fire out.
But this fire begins at you...
Sunday 28th February 2016 4:50 pm
A lock on the the door, a no vacancy sign,
A glitch in the process, a flaw in design.
An important step skipped, an opportunity missed.
A sunrise slept through, pretty lips never kissed.
A trail never never blazed, a sea never never sailed.
A an old man full of stories, with no one to tell.
A kid with no candy store, a garden, less bloom.
A beautiful centerpiece in a cold empt...
Thursday 18th February 2016 1:08 am
At core of it all is yearning
to someone similar belong
Another there to relate to
and walk distances along
Bond in sort of perpetuity
till infinitum which extends
Joyous in times favorable
supportive in nasty bends
Tolerant of most nuances
offering emotional bind
Forever whetting intellect
as stimulus for the mind
Thursday 6th February 2014 1:13 pm
each night I sleep
entwined in the comfortable branches
of a mossy oak
by day I play
among the lissom saplings
how far I might still bend
Tuesday 16th April 2013 5:57 pm
Thursday 24th March 2011 8:10 am
to see and hear but not yet touch
that which i do crave so much
exquisite torture to my hands
that ache to remap treasured lands
in dreams i have reached out to clasp
at last your hand within my grasp
then woke to find a vacant space
where our fingers interlaced
your faces occupy my mind
too deep for me to leave behind
shackled to what i hear and see
til by your side and f...
Friday 14th May 2010 1:50 pm