"longful" poems
patience and desire
eyes on the prize
even though it seemed lost
true gold lies deep in the glow of those hazel eyes
a tale that threatened with tears
and the dread of heartfelt slips
veers towards the tessellation of your body
head-to-toe with my lips
overwhelmed by fears of turbo-charged love
and at which stops this train may be calling
yet trepidation is drowned by exhilaration
as this new adventure is dawning
hips on hips and longful gazes
hearts singing unheard notes
your hand in mine, side by side
we sail forth on our choice of cupid's boats
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 4:51 AM UTC
The aroma of the dead,
makes her body warm and cold, transforms her into a lonely soul.
Agonized by her lover's death, lives in a curse;she.
The pall of trauma and fear terrorizes her,
Left with no choice but to seek Benediction of the almighty!
The twist of her fate in the blink of an eye,
Jovious she was;once upon a time,the lonely soul.
Longs for love.
Longs for warmth.
Eyes swelling,with a paper like body.
Her days are coming to an end,
Reminescence of late love captivates the longful soul;
as dwells in her mind he,the yesteryears' love.
Unforgettable he was,ever will be.
Love never bloomed for the longful soul,
Eyes remain dull,
With a body made of stone;as nomore was she,the happy soul.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC
Full of anger and sweet sorrow, the fragile butterfly desperately wants a home. She wants the sunshine, she tries to be the sun. All is fair in love and war. Her wings chip away when she is dropped all the time. But this is the price she pays for flying to high places. And beleiving. The price she pays for embracing the wind so unconditionally, for shedding her colors onto gray spaces all because she knows color and about how joy is attained. Her screams are so silent and pierce through the ears of all the rocks of all the mountains. Thus she has no defense but the voice of the mute. She stands alone on legs so weak in a courtroom of lions. She wonders whether she might sometime be granted the privelage from the wind to be carried off and spread into many many different things out into the stormy waters of the ocean. Perhaps then through multiplication, she might be cancelled out. She gazes longful of such a plight out onto the water and by the bank of her broken dreams she sits down to weep.
Nov 15, 2011
Nov 15, 2011 at 6:14 PM UTC
To know these thoughts
Pulling my mood to bleak
Each time my mind entertains
The notion and secret admiration
Unobtainable visions you are.
You might guess but I guard them
My pride and my aging acceptance
The denial and the hindsightedness
Bitterness so impotent and useless
Beautiful, You, and I can't bring attention
I'm. Too old, too far past the moment
No. I must appreciate from afar
Stolen glances from forgettable interactions.
It's not a blameable situation
I am longful, going for eyes
that see inside and passed
The lines of time too clearly present
Hopef but for One whom tries for
Proximity and time by my side
and that is never yours to supply.
It ***** I am so far ahead of
My youthful desires
and the unsaid.
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 7:24 PM UTC
You're crazy alright
I can see it in your eyes
And I should know
Because so am I
You're clever, for sure
I've seen that look before
A face so bored with common words
It craves for something more
I'm smitten, I'll swear
I think I'd better beware
Because I'd do almost anything that you could think to dare
So let's swap rules
And play a round of truth
I think I'm willing to admit
That you are rude
And super cruel
And I'm totally into it
With those longful stares
And sideways glances
I think I'll take my chances
Cause I'm not scared
Of frightened faces
I live for doomed romances
Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 11:16 PM UTC
As your soul is in longful despair
Within a heartbroken cellar
Guided by a dim flame
concocted upon the roof of your candle
You hold fast to this rhythm of distrust
Though it's tempo is ever descending
Just as your steps against the staircase
Where you conceal your contempt
Be less of the more
Be warmed by the same
Be bound to the sincere
Find what you've hid
Each pain was weighed
And deemed a worthy price
Each splinter in his skin
Each tear of blood from his eyes
Redemption and cost
The flow from his side
The rust in his veins
The moment he died
All for you,
Ever in a cellar
Relinquish anxiety
Be found by Forever
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 1:51 AM UTC
To love another soul,
never met
yet to kiss
My Pan
Where art thou?
I flew
But for a bit
and wouldst thou leavest mine heart upon
the dine
For The Feast Of All Saints?
Knowing such self called ones,
you, my Pan,
would be the cruel amongst the cruel!!
What heart have I?
For your poetry, my heart
not to pick upon it
forbidden piece by peice,
bit,
by
longful bit
And what doest givest unto me,
I
but a small thing
Except thine heart?
I long for naught
But words
your words
That they adorn my shoulder,
as I've,
adorned thine.~A
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 1:35 AM UTC
Farewell
one day,
we will reunite
beneath the blossoming
of the flowers that have awoken.
The songs of the church bell
will ring from a place afar,
we won't race towards it -
no, we are happy right where we are
because the sun is resting
upon our frozen cheeks,
and our souls are at peace.
We will share tales
of our pasts and families,
that we will no longer return to -
let us pluck the petals
from each and every flower
that we have set our sights upon,
and it shall drift onwards
floating across seas of clear blue,
and mountains of longful beauty.
Sitting in a circle,
our smiles at their brightest
and our laughter at its loudest -
one day we will reunite
but for now,
farewell.
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 6:58 AM UTC
Under the shade of the scorching sun,
in the afternoon that combed furs and satin down
was laid none other but a knight whose return longed true and hard.
His hand hidden under his head, scabbard devoid of curious metal,
and despite the graying lines on his face—a moor reminder that he no longer lunge like he used to—;
his smile was the brightest that day, and true, and longful,
that of which will be longed again for thousands of decades,
but he was not about to die, no.
Death is inevitable in his age, in his hand, in every waking moment he rode
unto battles that he could only won to restart again.
But he thinks not of death at the time,
neither acceptance nor reluctance were present to him.
And in the afternoon that combed furs and the washed out color of his hair,
he looked far ahead to the grassy hills, back turned against the bustling market,
before whispering quiet and content,
tight lips that barely speak now curled upwards, to mouth: “You will live.”
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 2:53 AM UTC
Just here thinking in my head
Wishful, dreamful, wonderous
outlining all that i have longed for
All that i have loved
That ive liked
That i've admired
Ill never have it.
Because
I only love her
Deep within my mind
It is locked
Featful, doubtful, longful
I amaze her
I make a smile
I hug and kiss her
Only, in my mind
I'll never have her
Like a bound bird
Imprisoned
Wanting to fly
Like a fish out if water
Gasping to breath
I am locked
Only...
Within my mind.
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 7:56 AM UTC