Longing Poems
Promise
by Teo Luchin
“Only kiss me on my forehead,
if you're trying to make me yours."
A gentle sterness in your voice.
A soft command that echoes.
Is it a dare or a boundary?
I still can't decide.
And now here you are, wrappen in nights emrace.
As I see myself leaning in.
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A Sweet Dawn Of Desire: -03 : The First Sight of Love
by Subhas Chandra Chakra
In the stillness
of the morning,
When the world is
soft and new,
I feel
the first light of love,
As it shines
on me and you.
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You are Here
by Iris Joye
I've been missing something here,
And needing someone near me.
Why can't I see it's real?
I know I'm missing something here,
Wanting someone with me,
And now I know you're here.
I look in your eyes,
And I see the skies,
I'm soaring there with you,
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The Strong Kind
by Kara PrinceI am sick and tired of being strong. I’m the one who can handle the burden, so you keep passing it to me. You marvel at my composure when you should be building me a space where I can be weak. Stop asking me if I need to be held when you can see my arms shaking and knees buckling, my eyes holding an ocean, and my jaw set like stone. Step up the way you’ve seen me do a million times before, without being asked to or acknowledging the sacrifice.
Continue readingBeloved
by Ismail Abi
Here but not here
Far yet so near
Beloved my Beloved
Sing with me O Beloved
In the children playing in the rain
In the man worried in the train
In the baby coming out of the womb
In the elderly going into that tomb
In the couple sharing a kiss so sweet
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You are Here
by Iris Joye
I've been missing something here,
And needing someone near me.
Why can't I see it's real?
I know I'm missing something here,
Wanting someone with me,
And now I know you're here.
I look in your eyes,
And I see the skies,
I'm soaring there with you,
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When longing becomes impatient
by Mario Odekerken
There are days when waiting feels heavier,
and every hour lasts longer than the one before.
Thoughts keep returning to the same place,
as if the heart no longer knows another path.
Longing grows in the silence between words,
in moments that pass far too slowly.
Hope remains present,
even when patience begins to fade.
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arms
by Rikske Kessner
those arms
that know and are able
those arms
that are able and do
those arms
that do enwrap this torso
those arms
belong to you
these arms
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Summer Fairy
by Ajay Tamla
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"It was early, I was late,
rushing downhill on my bike
when I saw her at the corner—
waiting, checking left, then right
Her hair dark, still shower-damp,
silky-smooth-straight in morning light,
one foot on the curb, another in the street.
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The canvas of dust
by Mario Odekerken
A single stroke of faded grey,
across the borders of the mind,
the colors softly bleed away,
and leave the shadows far behind.
The silent canvas learns to wait,
for lines that we will never trace,
we stand before an open gate,
lost in a cold and endless space.
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