Yearning Poetry Novels & Stories

So, the quote stayed in her mind. The gorgeous scenery ahead made her think of the lucky quote just then. She told herself she wouldn't have enjoyed this view if David hadn't kidnapped and brought her here. The mist covered a vast plot of this land with mountains and a lake. It was worth the demanding journey here. Blinking in shock, she continued to stare at the view. Then, she recited a famous Emily Dickinson poem. Her soothing voice harmonized with the chirping birds. "The mountain sat upon the plain. In his eternal chair, his observation manifold, His inquest everywhere. The seasons prayed around his knees, like children round a sire: Grandfather of the days is he, of dawn the ancestor."

He sat feeling uncomfortable, he wondered what Sarah was up to. "Ryan, Incase I die, do not weep by my grave." "How...like what do you mean?" He looked at her perplexed. "Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight.

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.

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?

When does foolish longing morph into grief? One must confront grief with defiance. However, I've allowed it to consume me completely, you don't learn to simply fold grief in half nor merely tuck it in between the ridges of your ribcage, what you learn is how to lend a name to a body without wanting for it back. I found myself unable to resist, utterly consumed by the same ambition that once troubled my mother. It feels as though I could swim for miles, moving even the untouched waves of the sea—driven by an unrelenting force, a yearning that propels me beyond the limits of what I thought possible. The yearning for death, the undeniable and persistent instinct for eternal rest tugged against

Of each other and of oneself: of all the things they might have to do, may want to do, are doing to one another. It's a year of longing. Every inch of the body yearns for something more. The limbs are caught in restless tremble, and soft sighs linger on desperate lovers’ lips. Like on Helen’s. In her life, she has loved many things, mostly trivia. Black coffee in the morning, smiling strangers in the park, and the sense of freedom that crashing waves on stormy shores would wash into your heart.

Whatever I felt, his eyes reflected. Longing is like a gentle tug at the heart, a soft melody that plays in the background of your thoughts. It's the yearning for something that feels just out of reach, a bittersweet ache that lingers in the depths of your soul. Longing is the whispered prayers sent out into the universe, the searching gaze that seeks solace in the night sky. It's the delicate dance between hope and despair, the tender embrace of a love yet to be realized. At its core, longing is a beautiful reminder of our capacity to dream and to yearn for a brighter, more fulfilling future.

As I take a moment to contemplate and look back on the various experiences I have had in my life, I am overwhelmed by a deep and intense feeling of longing that permeates my heart. This yearning is a powerful and profound emotion that resonates within me, urging me to seek something more, something beyond what I have already encountered. It is a sentiment that goes beyond mere desire or longing for material possessions, but rather a yearning for a deeper meaning, purpose, or connection in life. This feeling is both captivating and poignant, as it stirs within me a strong desire to explore and discover what lies beyond I often experience a deep yearning for her company, desiring her to be phy

Whenever I see two seemingly close friends teasing and even insulting each other, my mind always thinks of Yhannie and how we always roast each other to crisp until someone raises the white flag of defeat. I’m so psyched up that I’ll be seeing Yhannie for the first time in five years, and I just can’t describe this feeling of excitement and longing. This feeling of yearning is somewhat different than the type of feeling that I have for Valentine. My longing for Yhannie is like someone having a stick of cigarette for the first time again after being deprived of it for such a very long time. You know you’ve missed it, and once you get even just a single puff of it, you instantly feel such a br

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.