Longing Poems
A Sweet Dawn Of Desire: -12 : The Beauty of Our Love
by Subhas Chandra Chakra
The beauty of our love,
Is a sight to behold,
As we journey together,
On paths that love has told.
With the grace of your movement,
And the sparkle in your eyes,
I am lost in the beauty,
Of the love that never dies.
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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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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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A Sweet Dawn Of Desire: -11 : The Joy of Our Love
by Subhas Chandra Chakra
The joy of our love,
Is a light that never fades,
As we journey together,
On paths that love has made.
With the smile on your face,
And the laughter in your eyes,
I am lost in the beauty,
Of the love that never dies.
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Remember me
by Clare-Anne Flower
I've been crying on my knees, hoping you would rescue me.
Oh, darling don't you remember me?
The one you said you'd always need.
Now I'm collecting dust in the closet of people you loved.
And silenced and sad thinking of the love we never had.
Oh, won't you open your eyes and see.
Won't you please remember me.
All my hopes and all my dreams all seem like they won't be coming true. Yet all I can think of is you. So, I sit in this closet hoping this is a dream. And waiting...and waiting, for you to remember me.
Little Star, Twinkle Bright...
by Dylan Wu Rong
Little star twinkling so very high,
shining bright for us tonight,
don’t you dream of the world below,
away from the darkness shrouded around.
Against the bright mighty sun,
like an ant do you ever feel,
wanting to find your own sky,
the land where you are the one.
Grateful are we, in love are we,
you- the diamonds we yearn to hold,
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"The rain falls, but never lands."
by Dylan Wu Rong
I feel stuck, trapped,
in the vast space entitled of freedom.
And I am free- no chains to hold me down,
no strings for me to hang on,
yet the suffocation I am surrounded by,
has me lost in a world of void,
dropping down the rabbit-hole,
hands stretched out to hold onto something,
something- anything,
as the fear creeps and crawls up my spine,
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I miss him
by Ghaafietha Amoodien
I caught myself missing him.
Realistically I don't know if I missed him or missed the routine,
The good morning text, getting through the day updating one another and the simplicity of having someone be present in your life.
I'm not sure if I missed him or if I missed the potential I saw in him, the way his mother convinced me he was a good guy when no one was around.
I'm not sure if I missed him or missed what could have been. We could have been something good and healthy. We could have healed one another's traumas. We could have been happy.
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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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