Longing Poems
How long?
by Author Reinvented
How long
Can pressure be applied
Before the coal turns to dust and you realize there is no diamond?
How long
Will you keep saying "You've tried"
Before dismay replaces trust and you finally stop trying?
How long
Can you keep adding straws,
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Livingstone Seaside
by Anisha Nyambe
Falling rain,
falling pain
over me
all in vain.
I come to you
so speak so true
because Livingstone seaside
I miss you.
See the falls
and hear the calls;
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Longings For Home
by Walt Whitman
O MAGNET-SOUTH! O glistening, perfumed South! My South!
O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse, and love! Good and evil! O all dear to me!
O dear to me my birth-things—All moving things, and the trees where I was
born—the
grains,
plants, rivers;
Dear to me my own slow sluggish rivers where they flow, distant, over flats of silvery
sands,
or
through swamps;
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Love bombing
by Marra Makinen
Why is love bombing a bad thing?
Given another name, it's not nearly as ill-intentioned:
Praise, lavishment, veneration.
I'd rather be bombarded with remarks of admiration
Than be met with resentful acts and indignation
My admirers may wear double-sided veils
And their bombs may be strategically cast
But who am I to dissuade such adoration-
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A Sweet Dawn Of Desire: -13 : The Magic of Our Love
by Subhas Chandra Chakra
The magic of our love,
Is a force that never fades,
As we journey together,
On paths that love has made.
With the wonder in your touch,
And the sparkle in your eyes,
I am lost in the magic,
Of the love that never dies.
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by e. m.
if all the universe is entangled
if we are all opposites in order to exist
intertwined
we are tied, we are
victims of fate, bound
by the very nature of the impossible
but measuring renders particles split apart
cut that crimson thread that binds us
for we know our truth
the probability
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Promise
by Teo Luchin
“Only kiss me on my forehead,
if you're trying to make me yours."
A gentle sterness in your voice.
A soft command that echoes.
Is it a dare or a boundary?
I still can't decide.
And now here you are, wrappen in nights emrace.
As I see myself leaning in.
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Turn me into a flower
by Teo Luchin
Oh god, turn me into a flower.
So I can find my home in the rain.
No longer lying awake,
wondering if I've soaked in the sun enough that day.
Turn me into a flower.
A yellow one, quitly bright.
So I can be picked,
without pretending to be anything more.
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Running from Fate
by Birdie Lucas
I am fifteen and I do not dream of houses and husbands and children
Like the other girls around me
I am sixteen and I don’t care if the boys don’t notice me
I surely do not notice them
I am seventeen and I am so different from everyone in my town
I cannot wait to leave
I am eighteen and I am leaving for college
Finally free from the judgment of my small town
I am nineteen and I drop out
I pack my bags and move to a city
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While In Anticipation
by Besa Dede
I await by the window, yearning.
Like the shore awaits for her wavelets.
Like the nest allures the bird to come back,
Like the flower impatiently expects Spring.
But you're far away...
Amongst the infinite horizons, I sketch your image.
And my longing I send to thee, with the wind.
She's my Hermes, the courier..
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