"yearner" poems
Love mourner
Angst angler
Thesaurus eyer
Rip-rapper
Suet idler
Dream creamer
Cascade scribbler
Intro-pee-er
Guts gusher
Endorphinater
Sonnet snoozer
Trochee tripper
Iambic lamer
Spondee sniveler
Whisper whipper
Music quencher
Apt-less adjectiver
Yeast yearner
Simile stitcher
Metaphor monger
Exclaimationizer!
Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 7:58 PM UTC
Chilled nights, star lights
Bright with life.
The sheets bundle at the feet.
Too hot.
Too cold.
Toss and turn.
Fetus, log, yearner,
Solider, freefall, starfish.
No position satisfies.
My eyes look to the bear.
A simple stuffed animal.
Your fur soft, his smell still lingers.
You are apart of me, teddy bear.
My arms and side like a magnet to the bear,
I finally catch some long overdue Z's.
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 12:19 AM UTC
TINA
The innocent pouty lip
The feminine grin
The Elvis lyrics
The yearner of scandal
KAY
The cynical, annoyed mope
The rock and roll
The sharp black nails
The pursuer of scandal
GRANT
The friend of mother nature
The need for peace and love
The flowy relaxed soul
The denier of scandal
and you wonder why I have a war in my mind.
My passions
My spirit and
My blank stares into heaven
Tell you that I am...
TINA KAY GRANT - The Vintage Rebel.
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 10:11 PM UTC
I don't want to fall into the darkness
I don't want to be ghost
A victim of self-hatred
A yearner for love
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 10:11 PM UTC
Addiction comes again,
Cogitation fuels the yearner,
A soaked rag petting skin
As a bellow stokes ember.
Endorphins, tastes tripping on the tongue
Just a little,
Wet lips cracking with electric spume
For a piffling sip of ambrosia.
Want needs emptiness
When it is full of gluttony.
A ***** drop falls
rippling in the blood of energy.
Racing, flipping, falling through pages to the darker side of your emotions and it eats away at the better part of yourself until you're all but sand.
Sand left desiccated and burning
for a cold withdrawal of the tide.
Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 11:25 AM UTC
Please sleep in the style of yearner tonight
so theres less of a chance for ariel shots
to rain from the sky and go through your spine
do slain ones arrive with pride from shrines?
to where ever they are when the last bit of light
hits the back of their eyes through their stiffen new guise
like them I'm alone but unlike them I'm like you
as i stair at a crack in my bed on my back
as i wait for the shots to ensue
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC
Oh dear muse!
my zeal for you is so profuse,
Oh muse! I feel so unused,
Debarred of that lingering gaze,
Debarred of my flesh awake or an avid grin,
Perpetually behoved to stay ashen,
No yearner in sight,
All have left to write in your praise,
Their heart besotted their mind in haze,
For your beauty plummets their craze,
What of my sullen face?,
How ever shall this daunting envy replace?,
To be whispered and not sighed,
To lay in arms while I cried,
For my imperfection to be a myth,
To have not fears within sit,
To not be a thorn while they search for their rose,
I have envy and I am afraid it shows.
Feb 19, 2025
Feb 19, 2025 at 4:13 AM UTC