Longing Poems Novels & Stories

countless hours have been spend meticulously arranging flowers and selecting the perfect color palette to create a magical ambiance. As I stood amidst the vibrant blossoms and the gentle breeze whispered through the air, my heart couldn't help but ache with a bittersweet longing. It was a day of celebration, a day filled with love and promises. Yet, beneath the facade of happiness, there was a longing that resonated deep within my heart.

The heading of the poem was ' Waiting for too long' it went like this- " How long should I wait For the suspense is becoming too long And the feeling is so wrong They say I should wait for the right time Until the good things come For the good things come to those who wait What exactly should I wait for? For I'm afraid it would be the longest wait of my life But I'm going to wait anyway I guess it is worth a wait I ' ll wait for my life to turn out for the best As I would be walking away from the worst Breaking free from my old nest

You may not know where you're going, but you know that so long as you spread your wings, the winds will carry you. The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.

I feel my lungs tighten, my breath becoming short, irregular. Our gazes meet, and in that instant, the world around me seems to stop. There’s no more sound, no more street, no more house, no more children, nothing. Just the two of us, frozen at that moment, as if time had frozen. It’s a silent exchange, filled with everything that’s been left unsaid, with all the things that were never spoken. Unspoken feelings float between us, like ghosts that were never exorcised. The longing I feel is almost tangible, thick, extending like an invisible veil over us.

Lisa observed him from afar, her heart aching with a blend of admiration and longing. The silence between them was punctuated only by the rhythmic galloping of their horses, the sounds of nature providing a haunting backdrop to their journey. Lisa's emotions swirled within her, a maelstrom of worry, admiration, and a deeper longing that she dared not fully acknowledge. She wrestled with her own desires, torn between the urge to bridge the distance between them and the knowledge that their paths diverged for the time being.

He could say he loved her to the moon and back like people said in poetry, or his love for her was deeper than the ocean, but in his heart he felt the genuine words would be. "I spend every night dreaming about you, kissing you and holding you for no fucking reason? I'm restless, broken and incomplete whenever I'm not with you. I can't eat, I can't sleep I can't fucking function like a normal human because every fucking second of my day, I spend missing you? You've wrapped yourself in my head and no matter what I do I can't fucking get you out! I start every day thinking about you and end everyday longing for you by my side. I think I love you more than I can find words to describe, I think

That’s when he kissed me. It wasn’t tentative, wasn’t asking. It was consuming, hungry in a way that spoke of years of longing we’d both been denying. My hands fisted in his shirt as his mouth moved against mine, taking and giving all at once. His hands slid around my waist, pulling me flush against him, and I gasped into his mouth, heat pooling low in my belly.

Butterflies danced among the blossoms. She closed her eyes, feeling the tranquility and beauty of nature, as if becoming one with this landscape. Cora took a deep breath, trying to let the fresh air dispel the gloom in her heart. She really should not have given up so many years of freedom for someone unworthy, confining herself to one house while waiting for a man whose heart was full of someone else to turn back and see her.

It was not long before the muffled cries of passion, broken and sporadic, seeped into Jessica's ears. Just a wall away, she trembled, sliding down against the cool surface to the floor. Anthony's breath came in ragged gasps. "Linda, after having a kid, how are you still so...?" Linda's breathy response followed, "Oh, and Jessica isn't?" The sounds of their encounter grew more intense, culminating in Anthony's low roar. "Jess is too buttoned-up, nothing like you—so free-spirited from your time overseas."

Listening to her smug, self-righteous words, James’s fists clenched tighter. Yes, he had figured it out too late. The shattered glass cut deeper into his hand, blood dripping steadily onto the floor. With trembling fingers, he traced a single number in his own blood on the broken mirror, “7”. Only seven days left.