"yearing" poems - Hello Poetry

one hankers for summer's return to again feel a warmer burn the balmy touch shall so elate basking in the sun's genial sate oh depart gelid winter song you've tarried around far too long come back one's most favoured mate basking in the sun's genial sate in time one's yearing shall subside on a change to the season's tide one awaits until that choice date basking in the sun's genial sate one hankers for summer's return basking in the sun's genial sate

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Jun 30, 2021

Jun 30, 2021 at 5:13 AM UTC

ElizabethSquires

Genial Sate (Kyrielle Sonnet)

one hankers for summer's return to again feel a warmer burn the balmy touch shall so elate basking in the sun's genial sate oh depart gelid winter song you've tarried around far too long come back one's most favoured mate basking in the sun's genial sate in time one's yearing shall subside on a change to the season's tide one awaits until that choice date basking in the sun's genial sate one hankers for summer's return basking in the sun's genial sate

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I would wonder what happened to the nightmares that were vanquished by my father, as I was a lingering in repetition of night terrors. He had held me in implications of what was unseen in his eyes but birthed on my brow in lingering sweat, never was his thoughts of his own only mine confused. He would rock me too thoughts of a rocking chair, that nodded me of to a simpler sleep. And he would wait to see If shadows pierced that thin veil between dreams and a silent night. I awoke one morning in the arms of my father, his eye black, and I asked what happened daddy? He said the darkness tried to make you cry so I asked politely for then to quietly leave. "excuse me please leave my son in slumber, *I whispered words in your ears, I know where you live, in the darkness and this is light,* Turning on the light of a hallway drowned out a voice deep inside you, and in there final yearing to grow inside but quenched washed away in light it hit back and faded. And that's what happened to daddies eye and I'm proud. The light will always be on too show those dreams that daddy is in the light and will always be here for you.

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Jul 30, 2016

Jul 30, 2016 at 7:45 PM UTC

poetic-t

My Dad And My Night Terrors

I would wonder what happened to the nightmares that were vanquished by my father, as I was a lingering in repetition of night terrors. He had held me in implications of what was unseen in his eyes but birthed on my brow in lingering sweat, never was his thoughts of his own only mine confused. He would rock me too thoughts of a rocking chair, that nodded me of to a simpler sleep. And he would wait to see If shadows pierced that thin veil between dreams and a silent night. I awoke one morning in the arms of my father, his eye black, and I asked what happened daddy? He said the darkness tried to make you cry so I asked politely for then to quietly leave. "excuse me please leave my son in slumber, *I whispered words in your ears, I know where you live, in the darkness and this is light,* Turning on the light of a hallway drowned out a voice deep inside you, and in there final yearing to grow inside but quenched washed away in light it hit back and faded. And that's what happened to daddies eye and I'm proud. The light will always be on too show those dreams that daddy is in the light and will always be here for you.

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too human, too breathing too efficient with language, with money too sincere, too careful and humble too aggressive, hold back needs more tone on the upper note, create dissonance on the left and right side more hot sauce just a bit louder, cooler, warmer too sitting, too long, face towards the window, wondering, planning too conscious, ungrateful yearing, looking for endings irony, funny, witty, comparisons don’t compare yourself to others but listen to the life lessons of your elders and be like them? better than them? hug your mother, drive the car enjoy the sunshine, the music, the freeway deep breaths, sighs, oh yeah here I am, again

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Jan 24, 2015

Jan 24, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC

Seanzy

Too human

too human, too breathing too efficient with language, with money too sincere, too careful and humble too aggressive, hold back needs more tone on the upper note, create dissonance on the left and right side more hot sauce just a bit louder, cooler, warmer too sitting, too long, face towards the window, wondering, planning too conscious, ungrateful yearing, looking for endings irony, funny, witty, comparisons don’t compare yourself to others but listen to the life lessons of your elders and be like them? better than them? hug your mother, drive the car enjoy the sunshine, the music, the freeway deep breaths, sighs, oh yeah here I am, again

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falling backwards into that abyss yearing scratching that distant surface wanting beneath all that plastic give me what I need not what I mask it understand me somehow then teach me how drowning slowly carry me out

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Nov 17, 2012

Nov 17, 2012 at 9:59 AM UTC

DaisyChain

Bare bones

falling backwards into that abyss yearing scratching that distant surface wanting beneath all that plastic give me what I need not what I mask it understand me somehow then teach me how drowning slowly carry me out

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coffeee klonopin bagel ecigarette claming nuturing sunny sunny sunny, more coffee what was it I was thinking? Didn't use the cream cheese no shower hair pomade and bruhsed teeth rolling stones did I miss something? Set yet still yearing, stomach full yet still grumbling...

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Jan 24, 2015

Jan 24, 2015 at 6:25 PM UTC

Seanzy

morning

coffeee klonopin bagel ecigarette claming nuturing sunny sunny sunny, more coffee what was it I was thinking? Didn't use the cream cheese no shower hair pomade and bruhsed teeth rolling stones did I miss something? Set yet still yearing, stomach full yet still grumbling...

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