Longing Poems Novels & Stories

"If you want me to forgive you, then wait three years." He lit up, then faltered. "Why three years?" "I'm going overseas to study. It might take longer. If you don't want to wait—" "I'll wait," he cut in, almost tripping over the words. "If it means you'll forgive me, I'll wait for as long as it takes..." He kept talking, piling promise after promise. However, I didn't listen to any of them. All I heard was him saying, again and again, that he would wait.

Eric was preparing dinner for himself and his daughter in the kitchen while Lizzy and her friends were doing group studies in the living room. He was about to leave to go to his room to finish some of his office work in the room when he overheard Lizzy’s friend discussing their mother. His daughter, unlike others, was listening to her friends in silence, and his heart clenched at that moment. During his heartbreak, he lost sight of the fact that Lizzy was still a child who longed for her mother's love. He may have loved her a lot in an attempt to fill the void left by Miranda's departure, but no matter how much he tries, he will never be able to fill that place.

You are the only planet in my universe, I long to breathe the air that gives me the courage to scour the sky. Hope to get a resemblance of mine on those irises, to have reminisced in those beautiful dark eyes. Fruition to listen to my name in your throbs, Enhance me with the honor of being your wishes. My home is in your arms, yearning to be surrounded by the ocean of your fragrance. I'm sailing into the abyss of eternal love, lost in the warmth of your tenderness. Contemplate of mine, Sleepless nights; I crave for reality to be just as pleasant as a tranquil let-up with you in my heart.

she mumbled beneath my breath, trying to face my reality. Few days later, My days have been used with loneliness and longing, he has reached out to me, nor given me a call. He always avoids me with every chance he gets, he doesn't even check up on me! My longing paints the room with hues of sorrow, each corner echoing the whispers of my heart calling out for him, a melody of love lost in the vast emptiness of the night.

Larisa wrote down the last line of the poem and shut her jotter. She yearned for Aleric so bad. Her hand reached out and picked up the goblet of red, thick blood, raising it to her lips. Not that she was hungry. She just needed the blood to serve as an aphrodisiac substitute to what she was feeling, to what she wanted. Sex. A copulation of body and soul with her beloved. But that would not be today, nor tomorrow. His journey still had a few days left in it.

It mirrored my own hunger, a shared longing for a future brimming with love and desire. Our breaths mingled, and the air crackled with an electricity that only heightened our longing. I could feel the anticipation pulsing, a subtle tremor coursing through our intertwined fingers. The world awaited us, but in that moment, there was only us—two souls bound by an unbreakable bond.

Emotions pour into the open sky, A symphony of heartache, a whispered sigh, Love's complexities, bittersweet, In the shadows, our souls do meet. I curl up in the cradle's embrace, Thoughts like constellations in space, A canvas of feelings, a universe to mend, Longing for a love that seems to transcend. The night winds whisper my name, Echoing my longing, my silent claim, My heart, a celestial light in the dark, Guiding me through love's intricate arc. In the night's quietude, I find release, My tears are a testimony, a plea for peace,

Raisa wrote a poem entitled in the quiet, she then reread her work. In a lonely corner of the silent night, I hug your shadow in this loneliness. The longing that slices the heart, Flowed with tears that did not stop. In every beat of my heart, There is your name that echoes sadly. The hope that used to strengthen, Now only a painful memory. I walk in empty hallways, Without direction, without light. All the promises you once made, Are now just shadows that disappear slowly. Time passes slowly and cruelly, Leaving deep wounds.

But honestly I didn't want to heal. In the depths of my soul, a bittersweet song, A longing that lingers, though the days grow long. I know I must move on, yet I'm tethered to pain, Caught in the echoes of wishes, longing in vain. Her absence a wound that refuses to heal, Aching reminders of what I can't conceal. I know I should let go, but I'm in love with the ache, The memories of her presence, how they still awake.

Something else was there too. Longing.