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I've tried to write this
Fifty times over
Each time I get closer
But somehow still miss
I miss something
In what I want you to know
I miss something
In saying I don't want to let go
If this is goodbye
Then say it now
I'll give up the fight
I'll let you walk out
I've loved you like no other
I've never held...
Tuesday 25th June 2019 2:44 am
and then again I sailed in sorrow
a thousand times i'll do it again
in hopes that i'll find you tomorrow
in hopes that i'll see you again.
Tuesday 5th February 2019 6:31 am
The dead heat of summer
My bones are still cold
Walk through a crowded room
Cliche, but feel alone
Let him kiss my neck
But won't let him hold my hand
Let him watch me take off
Won't let him see where I land
Watch the lights going out
But never let them back on
And with the light of the morning I'm gone
Maybe blurry kisses
But not with "just friends"
Maybe outgoing calls
But not ...
Friday 11th January 2019 12:57 am
Cutting to the heart of all this longing
is it the vicious tongue you wag at me
or the perpetual mystery hanging from your actions
the contradictions of your possible state of mind
I see the hurt, I feel the pain you carry
and sense the urge to be desired by men
the flirt of all you do rings loudly before you
and against my better judgement
I can’t help but come swimming back to your sho...
Saturday 1st December 2018 12:25 am
Longing for the touch of a soft hand
Lips brought together
to seal the one kiss to end all kisses
Craving the taste and smell of female arousal
The sensuous beauty of passion
Making the mundane a forgotten memory
and the banal a distant ghost
Moments to savour,
to place in a cherished corner of the mind.
Friday 2nd November 2018 10:19 pm
The sun rays shimmer
On the Hudson river
Framing the sky
Is the New York skyline
A busy day begins and
From a window in the train
You can see the bridge
That appeared in movies
And in your dreams
The American Dream
In a teenager the only dream
She had always cherished
She knows the golden ripples
Arent true and wont last
As the sun will go down
No it wasnt for all that
It means to ...
Tuesday 16th October 2018 9:48 pm
If I could bottle up this thunder
in my heart and post it to you,
all those unspoken words would
tumble out and you would see.
If I could lace my fingers into yours,
we could speak in braille.
If I could lie my head against your skin
and inhale, you could not fail to know.
If I could touch my lips upon your mouth,
and speak the language of eternity,
no words would be...
Tuesday 16th October 2018 7:39 pm
Speak to me
Cuz at night
When I dream
That's you're sleeping next to me
It s the best feeling I could feel
Until I wake up and see
You're not there
No ones here
And then the tears
Of course they fall
Cuz my heart
Aches more than
Everything inside of me
Oh I wish you...
Friday 30th March 2018 4:49 pm
my frail hands reach for you,
my heart possibly reaching too.
you are my felicity,
the feelings you strike inside me stronger than electricity.
I truly do love you,
but I'm scared you won't stay true.
nevertheless, I still want us to have a everlasting rendezvous.
Saturday 3rd February 2018 5:03 am
Pierce me once more with that joyous laughter
Happiness is embodied,
But so much more.
Bewitched, longing for enlightenment
I serve thee
Soul that entwines my mind
Allow me to be seen, to be heard, to be touched
Monday 20th November 2017 8:50 pm
Paint white over my eyes
Seal my lips with lies
Scrub my skin so that it may be raw
Sweep my feet and watch me fall
Shackle my hands with twisted irony
Let me hear those phrases of fallacy
For I would rather have it bittersweet
Than to feel so incomplete
Monday 20th November 2017 8:36 pm
I miss you away from me
I miss the feel of your bare neck in my hands
I miss your rhythmic fretting
The curves of your body
Your weight in my hands
Your weight in my lap
Your vibrations - your tremors
Now my hands feel empty
I want to finger
I want to pick
I want ...
Monday 6th November 2017 4:42 pm
By: Mirza Sharafat
Khushboo se mehakta aisa hi sansaar hota
ye mosam mere yaha har baar hota
tujhe manaana baar baar sirf hunar hai mera
tera roothna phir kis qadar dushwaar hota
tu kar chuka hai soda emaan ka, ehsaas ka
bawajood iske tu kabhi sharamsaar hota
fakhr e talwaar wo, qatil e kufaar hota
youm e ashoor hamrah Hussain ke Mukhtaar hota
tu haar chuka hai baazi Sharafat ki jung me
Tuesday 29th August 2017 5:22 am
One star and half a moon
in the purple sky tonight.
Half a mind, half a heart,
half a soul, half life.
A pain so big inside,
I can’t help but cry
for the hope gone.
For the golden round
The pain feels full
present piercing tragic
she was pure magic.
A light that shone
into my heart.
I felt the pull so palpable,
Saturday 22nd April 2017 12:24 am
Does this trip start in you
or spring somewhere in me
there is an urgency of need
I can't seem to abandon
Fingers on the button
clawing at your door, heart beating
will you answer all this longing
let me cross the line, trespassing
Calling by, I'm calling by
that ancient question in my eye
and you can tell, you can smell
that I've been drinking
but you know me
you know me
Sunday 2nd April 2017 1:46 am
Snowy night in
The early spring—
Winter heavy upon
I see your figure
Approaching in the dark,
A silhouette in the snow
Against the lantern lights.
Inside, the house is warm,
Though I stand below the lintel
Watching your approach and
Feeling the chilly breeze.
The sight of you
After the long season
Of longing separation
Brings a smile to my heart.
You hesitate in the ...
Sunday 15th January 2017 2:25 pm
I have been having these moments
waiting for trains
opening a window
I have been having these little moments
flicking through old magazines
in the off-license
glancing up at windows
looking out across the city
When the magnitude of your potential
when all the things you said to me
when the poetry you quietly dedicated
when the soft touch of your deft...
Saturday 7th January 2017 12:04 am
If you called
I would run a thousand miles
I would walk a thousand miles
I would crawl a thousand miles
If you called
Monday 19th September 2016 4:45 pm
As the rain falls in the early evening
treading the yellow line, solemnly waiting
a little drunk, a little lonely
all too aware of where I’m not going
haunted by the ghosts littering this platform…
As she draws him in so close to her
he dips his head to accept those smiling lips
begging, O!, they’re beating to be kissed
while phantom hands journey all across her body
curves pushed tight...
Tuesday 28th June 2016 3:28 pm
The voices of heartbreak
they vibrate through the car
the voices of soul-ache
pour like water into this space
Next to that flawed, trembling voice
I lay my own
to that cracked and warbling voice
I add my own
to all those torch songs
The starkness of stripped, blunt words
fills the hollow part of all I see
the devastation of stri...
Tuesday 19th January 2016 10:32 pm
I long to tell you all my dreams
And hear yours in return
Oblivious to the world outside
As we surround ourselves with words
I long hear your lilting voice
As you whisper words of love
Captured in this moment
In which there is nothing else
I long to kiss you goodnight
And run my fingers through your hair
To watch your eyelids close
Eyelashes soft against your cheek
Wednesday 30th December 2015 10:21 am
a wronged wash in the what might have been
where we fidget like fleas on a rabbits hide
and verses drafted in the cross stitched sky
cannot disguise the well-practiced curses
with the pre-packed presumption of lilies
abstract amongst the sheets
your limbs offer a confusion of choice
where context is lost
besides the arch and coil
Sunday 24th May 2015 7:23 pm
Conversations float like dandelion seeds
drifting on some tumble-weed breeze
the words are soft and out of focus
bouncing quietly off these walls
Invisible vibrations pass unnoticed
no effect, no eye turned, no ear piqued
was that my name, something I should recognise
or just another wave in the sea of endless ambience
I’m not here
I’m not here at all
I’m back at that table
Sunday 22nd March 2015 11:57 am
I sit outside and smoke and stare.
At all the people who pass me there.
They do not wave, they do not smile.
Why won't they come and talk a while?
They pass me by without a care.
I watch them go and wonder where.
I go inside and think of them.
But they of me? Not now or then.
Tuesday 11th November 2014 9:55 am
Like an old friend,
I stare at the clock,
"Should I sleep now or later?"
For I am not sure anymore,
What is expected
Of a single man,
And I stare at this empty bed,
And miss her body,
And her warmth... And her.
Monday 23rd June 2014 10:31 am
did I ever say I was “good people”?
some days I miss the hasty shouting
the crack of fist on salted cheekbones
better that than the nauseous choice
of considered upholstery or designer phones
never weather appropriate, rather, accident
ripped and bleeding, waiting for some other
and days my head will fill with men of war
always in shock yet mostly in awe
Sunday 22nd December 2013 5:02 pm
Tuesday 5th March 2013 11:26 am
They say home is where the heart is
and my heart is where the art lives.
So where is my home?
Art lives within us all
and begins an internal/external exchange...
like humanity to trees.
We stop, relax, breathe
So where is my home?
First Contact was my spiritual home
gave meat and marrow to
Tuesday 8th November 2011 11:33 pm
What happens when a triumph
doesn't ring like titanic trumpets?
Hopes remain Titanic,
exceptional, erroneously erred
and sinking with realisation.
I decapitated depression, deep...
Tuesday 8th November 2011 11:25 pm
Diamonds strewn across black velvet sky
Starfish scattered along the shore
Star shaped maple leaves flutter and fly
Star flakes of snow in the winter's roar
I miss you so much wherever you are
All I ever wanted was to be your
Photography by Lisa Milligan
Monday 15th August 2011 3:13 pm
Once in every while
it was so nice to talk to you last night,
I need to hear your smile,
so tender, sweet and light,
not so very often
but once in every while.
once I said 'I'm your man'
you replied how you wishe...
Thursday 19th August 2010 11:48 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
Jameson Archers Bells
Gordon's Captain Morgan Smirnoff
Guinness Tia Maria Baileys
Pernod Carlsberg and Strongbow
Days made up of these.
Silk Cut days
Silk Cut nights
Sand between the toes
white blue skies
Breakfast on the Pier
Days well made
tailored to suit
Thursday 11th February 2010 8:09 pm