Yearning Poems
Day After Day
by Lee-Ann Azzopardi
How long will I live with this?
My heartaches are too much
Every day I wake up with numbness
And every night, I end up in tears
On my pillow
There's nothing new about this
It happens day after day
Only a voice will wake my happiness
If it is yours, please, let it be so
I cherish it
by Gideon Okari
It sprouted from unseeming waters
Grew so large making me afraid
Afraid of ever loosing it
The thought of it suffocating
But hope I have
Of a long journey together
One which is neverending
From seconds to years
Treasuring the time spent
And memories never to be lent
......
The Red Room
by Liv Atkinson
I think that if you were to crack my ribs
If you were to peel back my skin and cleave apart the muscle and cartilage and bone
Let me bleed as you dig your fingers into the cavity of my chest, clutch my heart, and pull,
If you were to take it and cut it into a million tiny pieces,
You would find a little red door
With an old brass handle.
The door would open to a room the color of merlot wine
With cherry hardwood floors.
It has yellow paper stars on the rich walls
And glossy guitars
......
I Yearn
by Everleigh Blackburn
In the quiet corners of my mind,
echoes linger,
words unspoken,
wrapped in shadows,
like whispers lost in the wind.
I reach,
fingers tracing the outlines
of invisible thoughts,
yearning for a glance,
......
A Renaissance Of Love
by Hébert Logerie
I spend days thinking of you
And nights dreaming of you
Your smiling image is stuck in my eyes
And your voice is buzzing in my ears
It’s fascinating after so many years
I’m still reminiscing of your sweet apple pies
When you used to spoon-feed me
And wipe my lips with kisses of honey.
I tried to forget you, to move on
......
I cherish it
by Gideon Okari
It sprouted from unseeming waters
Grew so large making me afraid
Afraid of ever loosing it
The thought of it suffocating
But hope I have
Of a long journey together
One which is neverending
From seconds to years
Treasuring the time spent
And memories never to be lent
......
Day After Day
by Lee-Ann Azzopardi
How long will I live with this?
My heartaches are too much
Every day I wake up with numbness
And every night, I end up in tears
On my pillow
There's nothing new about this
It happens day after day
Only a voice will wake my happiness
If it is yours, please, let it be so
The Red Room
by Liv Atkinson
I think that if you were to crack my ribs
If you were to peel back my skin and cleave apart the muscle and cartilage and bone
Let me bleed as you dig your fingers into the cavity of my chest, clutch my heart, and pull,
If you were to take it and cut it into a million tiny pieces,
You would find a little red door
With an old brass handle.
The door would open to a room the color of merlot wine
With cherry hardwood floors.
It has yellow paper stars on the rich walls
And glossy guitars
......
I Yearn
by Everleigh Blackburn
In the quiet corners of my mind,
echoes linger,
words unspoken,
wrapped in shadows,
like whispers lost in the wind.
I reach,
fingers tracing the outlines
of invisible thoughts,
yearning for a glance,
......
bricks and trowels
by Jack Warner
of truth i told be wilted fate
the lies once alleged seemed shrewd
haply your allure contrived a lapse
though i discern i hankered trust
in due course settled all the same
with bricks and trowels by my hand
