Yearning Poems Novels & Stories

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,

Six years in the fifty years, two years to the fifthiet year When i was a child, my mama used to sing me a poem when i woke up from the nightmares. She'd wipe my sweat and brush away the hair sticking to my face. These hands have subdued stubborn jungles unmasked fertile groves and plumbed the seedful promise of loamy plains The hands calloused like a tortoise shell have tended tendrils, joyous, in their leafy dance on the spine of stakes

Soon after he entered his chamber, Danyel wrote a poem; pouring all his emotions into the paper and using his brilliant skills at poetry. ~ Why does it feel like raining? While I still see stars, Is this my heart who’s singing? The beat was never so fast, What was it she did to my mind? I feel the emotions dance, Thousands of answers to find, But I won’t lose this chance, Obvious- that I love her, But isn’t all these too soon? I’d live to eternity with her, Who is as beautiful as the moon~

With every like there was a gentleness on her face and her mind was filled with nostalgic memories And all along I believed I would find you Time has brought your heart to me I have loved you for a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more Then Anya stops and mutters with the smile "Happy birthday Grandma Nan, I miss you!" Anya plays a tone and recites a poem Nights so cold, days so long All i can do is sing a sad song Wondering if its u i belong But where are u, what have gone wrong. Patiently waiting, days feel like years Hey babe, im dying with my fears Are u coming back, i cant dry my tears My lonely heart need ur smile that cheers.

The moon goddess herself descended down to earth. Only to love me… to be with me She became my dream girl. As I dreamt only in her presence. She is the fire who scorched me affectionately. And I let my heart char in her hands intentionally. Her shiny glossed lips Are two-line poem mix When she wet them with her tongue That sight makes me go drunk. She is the vixen I intend to marry. An enemy who tastes like cherry Her body is like a deep ocean. And I drown inside her with no intention

It longed for the bond that would bind them together, the union that would transcend their tumultuous past. Caught between the echoes of suspicion and the radiant allure of a love she had always yearned for, Amelia found herself at a crossroads. Her heart yearned for answers, for the truth to be laid bare before her. But in the depths of her soul, she couldn't deny the unspoken longing, the yearning for a connection that promised solace and completeness.

It was an impossible paradox, a whirlwind of emotion that felt both impossibly fast and overwhelmingly, undeniably right. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat of anticipation and pure, unadulterated yearning. His scent, an almost dizzying blend of pure wilderness and something uniquely his, carried a faint, unsettling familiarity. It was a phantom whisper of a past I yearned with every fiber of my being to forget, a bitter echo of the rejections and profound losses that had carved scars deep within my soul.

Still unsigned. She didn’t even wait to go inside. Standing on her apartment steps in the warm afternoon sun, she unfolded it with trembling fingers. You look for freedom in places you once felt safe— in clinics, in crowds, in borrowed laughter. But have you ever asked the wind why it returns to the sea? Or the stars why they wait for the dark? You are not a girl meant for cages. Not for golden rings or glass castles. You are wildfire beneath silk. You are every unspoken dream I never dared to write—until now.

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.

This was the first time ever, I was so confused without knowing the clear path I should take. Above all, I desired her with an intensity unmatched by anything else. I craved her by my side, in my arms, in my bed. I yearned for her as my wife, my queen, my lover. I was consumed by an overwhelming ache that refused to subside. Every fiber of my being longed for Freya, her absence leaving a void that nothing could fill. I yearned for her infectious smile, her laughter that could light up the darkest of rooms, and the sound of her voice that soothed my troubled soul.