"yearningly" poems
clumsy trip up the 17
steps to the paisley sheets
me behind you and
saying the same thing
with a new twist
"hey, know whats trending?"
"your sweet ***
or
"you smell that?!"
to which you reply
"farts is trending"
no able to erupt
in the uproarious laughter
necessitated by turning
a tired line on its head
i cover my mustachioed mouth
with a sweaty palm
to cover the guffaw
that would most certainly
awake my roommates
you always in the lead
giving *** for tat
the style of humor
i searched for yearningly
and never found
that is
till you released wind
and then told me about it
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 4:44 PM UTC
Caught up in the urging undertow
swimming against the stream's surging swell
awash in swirling back eddies
succumbing to natural undercurrents
relentless ebb and flow
we are not helpless
to swim against the leavening tide
lest we be breathlessly swept away
when spring melts the winter solitude
the creeks do sing of rise and fall
yearningly drawn by a deep well of gravity
as high fountain snow-melt waters mingle,
steal away on the rise; migrate
unrestrained runoff rolling unturned stones
against the wind to the sea's abiding drum
oh river rouse from deafening silent winter slumber
oceans beckon to the confluence swell,
where all great journeying rivers diverge in perpetuity;
meld where the tide water’s restlessly lie
absorbed, unsung, infused unto - -
ever rolling currents roil
it's not the weight of gravity carried
nor the distance coursing burden's thorn
a faith in believing in this journey's unknown destiny,
how the shouldered load is borne
I was lost, alone in life's raging river;
in the river I did not drown ...
© ---
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 6:38 PM UTC
Yesterday’s but a drop
In the ocean of the past.
Its sorrows, joys, triumphs, defeat
Highs, lows all crushed to a uniform
“Consistency” In the crucible of experience.
And so every so often
With the frequency and urgency
Of reaching yearningly for a cookie jar
We reach out to the repository of experience
To live through once again
The moments that inspired either awe or consternation.
Each waking moment, we replenish the contents
Of this cookie jar so it never runs out
Thus partaking of its essence into the unforeseeable future.
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 2:58 AM UTC
Days folding neatly into weeks that eventually coalesce to months...
Did you miss me?
Did you think of me, seeing the gaping space between us, stretching ever tediously by miles of land and sea between us?
Did you miss the lack of it, where only the mere fabric of our clothes kept our warmth apart from one another?
Does it bother you, not being able to reach out and touch my warmth, being left with grasping yearningly onto thin air when overcome by nostalgia?
Do you take reverie trips when having my garments in your hands, smell my familiar scent to let loose the waves of emotions drown you?
Do you feel the emptiness around you haunt you menacingly and the cold of isolation, despite the warm sunrays bathing your room and kissing your skin?
Do you feel exasperated when hearing me but unable to touch me, feel me and just have me entirely?
I know you do, as do I.
The unpredictability of today and even more so of tomorrow makes the anxious more desperate for reunion, the many torn between inability to come together rave for some sliver of silver lining to get caught even accidentally by their convoluted fate.
Don’t worry, darling. The wait will be over. Soon. Until then, remember me and remember me often as I remember you so fiercely so I can come to you in your dreams, if not in reality, yet.
Apr 17, 2021
Apr 17, 2021 at 3:38 AM UTC
i take you in.
your hands.
your smile.
your eyes.
It's hard to remember loving anyone else.
i look at you
your puckered lips
your eyelashes
your scar traced hips
I don't dream of anyone else, awake or asleep.
you love me yearningly.
yet not overwhelmingly.
you love me wholesomely.
You smile at me like you have never seen anyone else.
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 3:33 AM UTC
Kissed collarbones
Bruised lips
You told me about the gifts you had for me
(I'll keep everyone)
The love letter written on the back of a napkin
We have been in love more ways than there are words to describe:
Passionately
Bitterly
Yearningly
Miserably
Tenderly
Disastrously
Continuously
No matter how many times we pull apart
The elastic bands around our hearts snap us back together
High force collisions always end spectacularly
You've given me countless gifts
And I'll keep them
forever
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 1:54 AM UTC
Moved by the sonnets of musketeers
I was,
kept in motion with the force of a rose
And adifferent name that smelled as sweet
Set to rest by Ravens
Calmed by stories of his beautiful Anna-bell-lee
She
Comforted me with tales of Caged Birds
and the songs filled with dreams they yearningly sing
I was taught to love patiently
And that although love hurts it does not envy
I was freed by teachers with words of wisdom
Taught to not look at words but the lessons within them
I heard the tell tale heart and was immediately cautioned
Meeting my own guilty concience
Felt just a bit nautious
I walked a road less traveled
And met phenomonal women like Mrs. angelou
Im ever dream within a dream i walked
I found a dream deferred then born anew
And at the end of my bountiful journey
Somewhere where the diverged road bends
I hope to be touched again by an angel
Layed to rest in a place where the sidewalk ends
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 6:04 PM UTC
*The Moonlit Aethers bleed Titanium Rays
As mine Forlorn Eyes
Saunter thine Porcelain Skin:
Platinum Matriarch upon Swarthy Expanse reigns
Azure Luminaries cascade
Upon The Forested Glades of my Airy Soulwaves.
Ensorcelled is that Sylvan Shrine,
The Reliquary of the Starry Wish.
(O, that
Loveless Blight
might cease)
I Besought the Firmaments
From Dusk to Dawn
Lamenting in Dirge
Of the
Revenant Skies;
Eons transcended yet no hand to hold
The Benediction of Romance
An Ephemeral Throne.
The Pandemonium corporealizes
Wraiths in my mind;
(Perdition is Thew
The
Poltergeist's Might)
Ivory Visage of the Impearled
Hallows my Spirit
Quells the Abyss.
The Thew of Deities
Purged from my veins
Quaking my quintessence,
I fathomed
I was naught.
A mere figment,
An existential vagary:
~BUT NOW I SEE
We are
All
But a
Dream
Clinging yearningly
to the
Promise of Hope
(The Covenant of Ensouled Dust)
Groping for Eternity, Memory, and the Lightwaves
To be
Vested in our pulse;
For Corporeality;
Ascendency
To the Chrysalis of The Astral,
The Cradle of Cosmogenesis:
Our Cosmos,
Our Zephyr,
Our Magma,
Our Torrent,
Our Tremor,
Our Thunderclap,
Our Time,
Our Space,
Our Nexus to Efflorescence,
Our Incorporeal Sublimity~
I shall surrender to
Providence of the Supernal
His Empyrean Wings
(An Impregnable Aegis)
A Strewn Vestige once was I
But the Somnolent Beloved was roused
Whence I glimpsed into thine eyes.
The Vagrant Loveless is resurrected
Reawakened as a Doughty Knight
Warring against sequestration
(Until by Nirvana)
Abeyance devours this blight.
~Dream
You starry-eyed wayfarers,
Surrender sovereignty to credence
When Star-crossed
Conspire against the Fates
For when Elysium
Is your Beloved
The Ancient of Yore
Shall lead you nebulous streams
To the Holy Oracle
Prophesying the fulfillment
Of your Intemerate Hope
(For Love, myriads doven the skies)
Please Believe,
Just,
Believe in me.~*
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 3:02 PM UTC
Night
THE MOON brings peace......
THE STARS bring dreams.....
THE DARK SKY sleep....
So rest my heart deep
THE MOON arise again
Peace keeper of Days end,
It lights the silence bright
It beams till dawns first light-
So rest my heart but tight
THE STARS twinkle silent
Keepers of sweet dreams,
When day has reached its end
In a soul yearningly seems-
So rest my heart to keep
THE DARK SKY welcomes me
To let go of my strife,
To close my eyes tight
To all sweet sleeps delight-
So surrender rest to night
So rest my heart deep
Within a promise to be
All i have achieved
Are all my thoughts to reap
New hope laden with strength
Night.....
Once more again
---------×--------
May 2, 2022
May 2, 2022 at 1:57 PM UTC
N'er will I forget the day
you said that you were leaving.
Now that you are really gone,
it's always you I'm seeing.
In the morning sunrise
its you in radiance beaming;
In every ruby rose
your pure deep love is blooming;
In every happy smile
your pretty face there grinning;
In the songs of every bird
you set my heart to singing;
In every thoughtful act
your caring touch receiving.
And when its time to say good night
It's your kiss I'm missing.
In these I see you every day
and know its you I missing,
and yearningly await the day
of my heart's love returning.
©2013 Michael S. Davis
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 10:24 AM UTC
My heart races as you pass
but do you notice me?
I look at you, so yearningly
but you notice me?
I change my: hair, clothes, makeup
but do you notice me?
But do you know I notice you.
Feb 17, 2011
Feb 17, 2011 at 6:48 AM UTC
There is a boy who has grown into a man. A boy whose a boy and has room to grow.
He's hurting. He stands up around the lunchroom to throw away what he made himself eat, hearing voices everywhere knowing none will remember him. Only but a small few will know his legacy and maybe they'll tell tales about him.
The boy looks at his friends yearningly, knowing that only a couple truly accepts him. Truly…loves him. The boy looks at his arms, covered in scars they reflect the war going on in his mind. A war of voices, screaming. Insane. Deranged. The boy wants to cry, wants to embrace his friends. He wants to be accepted and told it'll be okay.
Will it be okay? Will he come back from the war? He shakes, both his head and body. Craving what destroys him, he sits back. Will it be okay? Will it be okay? It'll be okay. It'll be okay.
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 6:36 PM UTC
Do you miss me...
I miss you more than the oceans would miss the moon.
I remember you,but more than memories,more than thoughts,
more than feelings,
I miss you with my spirit,
from everlasting to everlasting.
Your soft mother like eyes,your voice that soothed every heartache,
your soft thin skinned hands that were more gentle than a deer with its new born baby doe.
Through my child's heart I was overwhelmed with your beautiful,
treasure filled acceptance of me.
Who I was and who I was going to be...simply me.
You helped me feel true loving kindness,laughter, and awe
of the world and it's earth filled goodness.
You were my favorite book that came to life
and your story showed me how to treat and respect mankind with
an open hand of giving.
Please miss me even though you are covered in glory,
wait for me as I yearningly wait for you.
I love you...always have,always will.
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 2:19 AM UTC
Adulterous besieging capstone damnation
exploitation foists groping, heaving
insidiously jerking
knowingly lunges
machinations notoriously nymphomaniacal
officiating ****** quests
rapaciously, sadistically
tenaciously, unstoppably
vasocongested wickedness
Xerses yawped zeolously.
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All throughout history of man/woman kind
ascendent civilizations extensively gouged,
impailed, kindled, murderous outrages
quashing sacred urges, women yearned.
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Versatile thematic refrain punctuating nubiles
maximized looting, pillaging, ******
visited upon females via decimating fountainhead
guarding brestworks of vestal virgins,
innocent youths (little boys and girls).
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Twenty first century **** Sapiens male population continue to applaud, covet, extol, gloat, invoke, kickstart, ****** outrages, quest savagely thee unbridled wedded yoke appropriating coquettishly enshrined gals imposing killing mandates okaying queasy sordid ugly wretchedness yanking aborhent behavior denigrating, fulminating, harrassing, jawdropping lewdness, nabbing prized rearends, twerking, violently whiplashing, yelling zingers.
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Now not a day elapses with instances women claim untoward advances, and/or forced coercion to satiate and temporarily slate the ****** thirst informing prononced picadilloes (philandering if married pompous head honcho demands appeasement of coitus, ******** indecent lowball outrageous ribald uncouth ****** animalistic, carnal, feral, gonadal, immoral, kleptomaniacally misogynistic, narcissistic, opportunistic, pathetically reprehensible, torturously undervaluing, validating virility within Yankee Doodle, haply lambasting, proudly touting, vaunted wayfair zest.
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The above meandering stream of consciousness attempted to amplify, a recent spate of accusations figuratively slapped against a male *** mongers, who specifically rule roost, and blithely, demandingly, forcefully, hideously, impishly, killingly, malignantly, opprobriously, powerfully, repeatedly, terminally, vindictively, wantonly, yearningly acrimoniously belittle, demean flagrantly, harshly insinuate keeping mindful, not publicize rabid ****** unwanted villainous withering zeal!
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 7:51 PM UTC
Lifelong religious obsessions
But religion not for me
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
In Seattle 2 did 3
Springsteen in Louisville
Dylan in DC
I walk alone in solitude
My children yearningly
Cedar tree
Aug 20, 2021
Aug 20, 2021 at 11:15 AM UTC
There was a moment today when i wish the world would stop
I was laying in the grass, sun bright, sky without a cloud
The new green leaves cast speckled shadows on the warm earth
I was laying there. Listening. Closing my mouth and Observing.
And for a minute.. I wanted to stay there. Without time speeding by
Without the stress of school or sports, or family or friends.
Just me and the sun. Chillin' hanging out with the sky and my dog
My hand settled on my golden retriever, sprawled out next to me
Her chest rising and falling with her long, relaxed breaths
I could hear each one. I could feel each breath. Up and down.
I wanted to stay with her for the whole day, just us.
But other emotions pulled me away from her, away from the day
Stress, responsibilities, hunger, all of them urged me to leave
leave her standing by the door like always, a look of abandonment
She slowly wagged her tail yearningly, a pleading look in her eyes
And although my heart beat for her, I closed the door.
I closed her out.
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 7:06 PM UTC
Framed.
By a halo
Of tumbling black hair
Restlessly, yearningly, dreaming
My idea was growing
Blooming.
Each event spoke
With a cryptic tongue
My father first came fully
Into the orbit of my concern
Lawgiver.
Always some how
Alien and remote
My deep hate of him
How can I hit back at him
Anticipating.
Calculated words that spawn
Invisible demons
Had to pause and think
Of what was happening to me
Teasing.
It made me angry
His absence
Thought of him
With a deep biological bitterness
Chance.
Stomach churn
Consuming curiosity
More than I could remember
Insisted she sit still
Listen.
She was dumbfounded
Never meant anything
To me emotionally
A paternal right
Was the only right
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 6:18 AM UTC
*talks to me softly,
with love soaked words,
misses me tenderly
loves me yearningly*
yet,
leaves me,
high
and
dry
.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 1:43 AM UTC