Yearning Poems Novels & Stories

It's been written to death. "No, June is immortal," cried Emily suddenly, a mutinous sparkle replacing the strained look in her eyes. She was not going to let Mr Carpenter have it all his own way. But Mr Carpenter had tossed June aside without reading a line of it. "'I weary of the hungry world'--what do you know of the hungry world?--you in your New Moon seclusion of old trees and old maids--but it is hungry. Ode to Winter--the seasons are a sort of disease all young poets must have, it seems--ha! 'Spring will not forget'--that's a good line--the only good line in it. H'm'm--Wanderings--

and a tear™ ™Wanders aimless from street to street™ ™Belonging to all yet none to call my own™ ™Wanders aimless from street to street™ ™With the beloved, no union nor separation, prisoner of love never unchained™ ™ Your promise of appearing in a dream, Keeps sleep far from my eyes™ ™The breath I take quickens, My pulse becomes fainter still™ ™What does this crazy wanderer seek? What does this crazy wanderer seek? ™Where is my home? He asks every passer-by™

' "Wind and willow, come take me back to where the worlds meet, and bring me fractured to the sea, let my soul carry me to places and shores where my eyes will never see. Tarry me there and everwhere, let my soul search forever, never resting, always yearning, broken and dreaming of the things I'll never have. Rain and snow, wash from me the powers within me and keep me ever wanting, always needing something more, for my soul is lost in yonder waters. Darkness over light, never ceasing and always growing, take me further into your embrace, hiding and holding all dear to me, broken like shards of glass. Never gather unto me, powers and pleasures of this world. Hide from me the treasures of m

Teri pyaasi aakhon mein pyar ki hai pyaas Aa mere paas aa keh jo kehna hai Ek hazaron mein meri behna hai Saari umar humein sang rehna hai Phoolon ka taron ka sabka kehna hai Phoolon ka taron ka sabka kehna hai Ek hazaron mein meri behna hai Saari umar humein sang rehna hai x (2) Phoolon ka taron ka sabka kehna hai Ayan sang, remembering the days when his little sister was far away from them. He came to her side and caressed her head. Jab se meri aankhon se ho gayi tu door Tab se saare jeevan ke sapne hain choor x (2) Aankhon mein neend na mann mein chaina hai Ek hazaron mein meri behna haiSaari umar humein sang rehna hai Phoolon ka taron ka sabka kehna hai

He gave her his widest grin and pecked her lips this time around. "Hmm, lemme pour my own new poem for you. It's a lonely night Silently watching the heaven above that has no gap Quietly wishing it also has the small crack That is separating my heart from being one and whole The stars are getting acquainted to each other Helping the other twinkle And I wish they'd look down at me and flicker the dying Light in my soul and bring it back to life Still watching as the old dry palm branch shaped moon Slowly drifts down to the appointed term

I glanced at Khloe first and she motioned me to go on so I gripped the edges of the book and read every word on the paper: " Ocean soul sparkles and lingers Silent cries whispering to the air Golden mare gliding between my fingers Her vast agony is too much for me to bear How could I cease her pain away? Why is it my heart aching hearing her wail? Eager to shelter her full to make her day The sole reason why I shadow her trail Touching her plump lips awakens my spirit Her beautiful voice brings essence to my ear Caressing her smooth skin under the moonlit Change the darkness of my night to disappear Needs of her presence are greater than seas The carnal of my longing far superior than eterni

* I saw the beauty of the sky Colors so vibrant you'd think they never die * I saw the beauty of the waves Every splash telling a story of younger days * I saw the beauty of the rains Every drop falling freely like horses without reins * I saw the beauty of the night For only then were the stars alight * I saw the beauty in the flames of a fire Each one burning with a different desire * I saw the beauty of Gold Glistening with bitter stories untold * Oh I saw the beauty of dust and clay Simple reminders of our end someday.

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; .....

Desire, aching, longing, so palpable it washed over me in waves. “Three.”

CADEN “Yearning,” I repeated, rubbing the back of my neck as I tried to come up with something that wouldn’t sound stupid. “I know it’s longing,” I began. “Wanting something so badly you can’t stop thinking about it. But to strengthen it, we can define it as an intense desire for someone or something.”