#wistful poems on Hello Poetry

Lunar Nov 2017

I love you."

wjh said these words a year ago,
and for some reason it doesn't only makes me feel happy and assured,
but it makes me sad and lonely too.
he's got a tinge of wistfulness in him, that's why i like him a lot.
he makes me feel like there's more to loving someone
because of seeing them happy.
you truly love someone even when you see them sad.

#whatever #happens #i #love #you #happiness #wistful

Micah Oct 2017

Wistful Thinking

My house has seen too many monsoons
deranged doors shrieking in paranoia
The paint is flaky, lost to the elements
Teacups chipped and dusty, spoons bent in telekinetic fatigue
My fans are fans of decapacitation

But there comes a time that
you would like to cohabit this hostile hostel
With someone who is not bitter at the stars
Someone with doorbells and not medieval fortifications
With smiles that warm the winters and cool the Indian heat

I've lived this way for far too long, hiding from the sun
unworthy of someone on the other side of the bed
emotions unkempt, ruffled thoughts and passions raw
Torn smiles and hands skilled at pushing away
Words that shy from affection and the touch of death

I have a house to renovate, I don't know how to make it a home
So I sit on the porch, waiting, till they have had a look inside
Sit, till they decide this estate isn't real enough for them.

#yearn #sad #wish #wistful

Pagan Paul Oct 2017

Never Ending

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The night sky reflects the macrocosm,
swollen Universe in all of its glory.
Laying girdled in repose and hush,
across time with an endless story.

The sun light reflects the microcosm,
miniature Universe in celebration regail.
Laying gilded in gold and dewdrops
riding time with a ceaseless tale.

The microcosm reflects the macrocosm,
the Universe mapped in a tiny mind.
Laying guarded, cradled in rainbows,
through time with its Nature confined.

© Pagan Paul (2017)

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#poetry #time #musing #wistful

Lyn-Purcell Sep 2017

Ardour

Two becoming one by golden rings,
The man in a suit, and the wife demure
in white.
During the art of making love,
the ardour of man is firewater,
and sweet liquor.
The woman's wistful gaze is aflame
with a wish of vestal silk.
The firewater may chill, and the sweetness
of liquor fade, but the wistful woman's wish
is as lasting as time.

A poem from my journal based on a picture of a married couple that I saw in a magazine.

#ardour #passion #hellopoetry #wistful #love #couple #marriage #blossom #vestal #purity

Adrian Newman Aug 2017

In Loving Memory Of Yesterday

I don’t know how to go on
I don’t know if I will
Even if I did
Would I be the same still?
I don’t run away
From what I said or did today.

But let me know if you think
You’ll change your mind
Just for today
In loving memory of yesterday.

Because I feel the yearning
To become clean
From what plagues my mind
To what I mean.

When I say I don’t want
To stay away
From what brings back memories
I wish you’d pray.

You don’t have to believe
To see what I see.
You don’t have to pretend
You don’t understand.

Just let me know if you think
You’ll change your mind
And leave our plans
And daydreams behind.
Just be here, not yesteryear
To commemorate parting from yesterday.

Oh yesterday
Oh yesterday
Oh yesterday
It won’t go away
She won’t go away
I won’t go away.

Just hold this hand
And look at those stars.
Best friends forever
Is simply a farce.

Dear, oh dear
It’s thoughts that count
Nothing matters much
When your life is doubt.

Dear yesteryear
Loving yesteryear
You go by as fast as yesterday.
Forgotten friend
Forgotten sunset
Let’s pretend yesterday’s here yet.

29th August 2017

I wrote this spontaneously at first, then as I progressed it started to have a more sophisticated edge. I didn't think a whole lot while writing, I just let the thoughts spill onto the page and I really like to be in that headspace when writing something because when I hold back ideas, I hardly ever write anything with meaning.

#yesterday #memory #friendship #wistful #love

TS Jul 2017

Nocturne

How it hurts to know, to see
that I won't ever have the words flow, like you, through me.

My sentence structure, lacking
thoughts toss upon the sea, the sail we're tacking.

There is no passion to my words,
just novice, vice sent to up to the birds.

My strong desire, though, is meek
to dance with words until my hand grows weak.

Please be patient whilst I learn,
to write, to feel this wistful nocturne.

-t.s.

#whimsy #nocturne #dark #compose #wistful #calm #still #silence

PrttyBrd Jun 2016

Reverie of Future's Past

On the eve
Of the eve
Of tomorrow
I heard a distant cry

On the eve
Of the eve
Of tomorrow
Was never answered why

On the eve
Of the eve
Of tomorrow
Now isn't as it seems

On the eve
Of the eve
Of tomorrow
Today was but a dream

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#future #past #reverie #thought #dream #melancholia #sad #wistful