Poemas sobre el tema: longing

Poemas sobre el tema «longing» en Poets.by.

SoñadorDave Bonta

Pilgrimage

I lie alone, mind on her face. In the church chancel, the mouth of a whale, bigger than bad weather. I keep myself in the open, wake to piss.
SoñadorDave Bonta

Under Sail

This desire to be here or to be there: all day under sail, the money in my hands, the fine moon walking upon the sea…
SoñadorDave Bonta

2013 in photos: British Isles

On an island, I looked for other islands: smaller, emptier, round as up-turned coracles barnacled to the shore. I watched yachts catch the only sunlight and thought of prized, greenstone axeheads sunk in ceremonial lakes. Smaller and smaller my longing grew until it could almost fit in a watery pocket. And yet these islands could not be kept: they were Holy Islands, they were bird islands, they were columns of cooled magma, they were the skulls of ancestors who had been killed three times— once each for sky, land and water. Here are their collars of bog iron, their round houses roofed with turf.
RománticoDave Bonta

Blankets (a simple song)

I have four blankets on my bed: one is the color of a clear winter sky, one is the color of the river, one is the color of the Atlantic ocean & one is the color of your eyes. Lying under my four blue blankets I am warm, too warm, I toss & turn — not like an airplane in a winter sky, not like a salmon swimming upstream, not like a buoy riding out a storm but like a piece of grit in a drop of salt water exiled from the blue of your eyes.
SoñadorBeach Please

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Wonder I wonder what your doing right now, Wondering what color is your shirt, Wondering how it smells... Wondering if your wondering about the things I wonder of you...
SoñadorBarry Cotton

Can I.

I want to stay with him all the time, I wanted to hug he and say "It's okay, you did it right." I want to read a book with him, I want to cook for he, I also want to feel his warm body, I want to hear his voice, I want to be the only girl in his mind, I want to hold his hand, I want to feel loved too, I want to stay with him all the time, But can I get him? Just because he doesn't exist?
ContemplativoBalachandran V

Ant on the Wire

Along the wires That connect my laptop to the mutiple pins That connect my mobile to its charger That connect the speakers to its charger That connect my camera to its charger - Wires, looped, coiled, twisted, splayed like intestines pulled out - Along the wires walks an ant. It could be walking (?) through an unending maze Entrance and exit confused A path directionless, destination-less . What is the ant looking for - food, I presume Though I would like to fantasize That the ant is searching for - Meaning of life? Ho ho ho! Through the haze of smoke that drifts up from the cigarette I try to look at the way I am going, the whys and wheres of it.
SoñadorBalachandran V

Tierra del Fuego

Tierra del Fuego, Land of Fire! How further long How many days and nights – or would it be months and years Or – would it be never, I shudder to think. How further long would you come to me in my sleep In my waking hours, in my walks in the mountains How further long would it be when I touch you finally? Tierra del Fuego, you have remained a dream Decades old, when unable to resist you, I tore off a picture And kept you in my treasure chest, locked in the depths of my heart! I yearned for you so much, Tierra del Fuego! You were a kindred soul in my tempestuous youth. Your trees twisted in the storm Storms, passionate and intense, Raging waves lashing against the cliffs
RománticoBalachandran V

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There! I have lit a star Beside your name! I scroll down my Inbox Where stars twinkle next to you Every time, every time you wrote to me! Every little message, every little word You wrote Is a thought – of me! In this dark and silent night I read you, over and over And you light up, once again My room, my lonely heart! I wish I could make a garland Of all the stars one day. I will keep it ready For the day you’ll come –
SoñadorBalachandran V

Unseen

Like the lands I will never see The books I will never read The minds I will never learn. If only one could be everywhere! If only one could see them all! I could’ve loved more – And, in return, be loved – Just a little!
ContemplativoDoug Palmer

Poems Written Out of William Carlos Williams 1

Now we have started to come back, the fast is longing. the light of cast foreshadows all else. We are bent upon it,upon the way. There isn't enough light until we bring ourselves Say it only once,that you may know. Still There isn't enough light until we bring ourselves For caught up in the wind, we stand before, we have knelt that way And There isn't enough light until we bring ourselves.