Yearning Poem Novels & Stories

The fireworks were custom-designed to form a starry sky pattern that Vera loved and would burst at the most romantic moment, spelling out her name. He sampled every dish and scrutinized the vintage of the champagne more than once. Carson watched him and could not help teasing, "If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were about to be crowned king." Wyatt ignored him. He lowered his head and checked the time on his watch. Thirty minutes until their planned meeting. Half an hour passed. Then an hour. Vera never showed up. Wyatt stood on the rose-covered terrace, unconsciously caressing the pink padparadscha ring in his pocket. He called her countless times. Every call went unanswered.

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.

Looking at his child, I couldn’t help wondering, if my Jimmy were still here, would he be that big now? [May 11. I’m almost out of money. Joan won’t give me a cent. We had a fight. I cried until I could barely breathe. I looked at the window and even thought about jumping. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on. I feel like a sinner.] Joan’s breathing grew more and more labored. Her heart felt as though it were being torn apart, yet she continued reading the journal as a form of punishment. Beneath the entries were countless comments from kind strangers who cared about Jimmy.

It was a dance of exploration and surrender, where every touch was an invitation to a world of uncontrolled passion. My body quivered with anticipation as he touched me, craving his possession. With stolen glances and whispered promises, the hunger had grown into an insatiable longing. The yearning had been building up for so long, and finally, in this moment, he would fulfill this fantasy. I could feel it in the way my heart raced, the way my breath quickened.

Wi' nocht but clouds and hills to hear me, And when the world to rest was laid I'd watch for dawn and wish her near me, Till one by one the stars were gone, The moor-cock to his mate called clearly, And daylight glinted on the burn Where red-deer cross at mornin' early. The sweet, almost mournful tone tugged at Joanna's heart. The years are long, the work is sair, And life is aftimes wae and wearie, Yet Foyer's flood shall cease to fall Ere my love fail until my dearie. I'd loved her then, I loved her now, And could the world wad be without her.

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose or if your wish be to close me, i and my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending; .....

Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed—and gazed—but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills,

Whenever I think about you, I Ooh Hate that love is so fleeting, yet unable to extricate myself from it Ooh Leaving only those initial feelings, and the ending of my imagination Ooh Hate that love is so fleeting, yet unable to extricate myself from it Ooh Leaving only those initial feelings, and the ending of my imagination Ooh Yearning's no use, for eternal love is just a farce Ooh What should I seek then? Ooh Yearning's no use, for eternal love is just a farce Ooh What should I seek then? Ooh Yearning's no use, for eternal love is just a farce Ooh What should I seek then?

But the memory remains frustratingly just out of reach, an ethereal mist slipping through her fingers. Frustration turns to desperation as Yennifer's attempts to recapture the fragments of her dream prove futile. She longs for the vivid imagery to resurface, to make sense of the emotions that had swept her away during those fleeting moments of slumber. In her mind, she grasps at the fading tendrils of a hazy landscape, desperately yearning for clarity.

she wiped her watery nose while Rina puffed away, leaving her to her misery. «My heart is bleeding. My heart is yearning. Where are you? Do I need you? This distance is too much. I don't know if I could feel like this but, Since you came along, I've been like this. I don't understand these new feelings but, I wish never to let go of these feelings. Everything is messed up like a puzzle. But, I wish to unwrap it like a prezzie. I'm tired of this rejection When all I want is acceptance.