Best Yearning Poems

Spring is back.
For hark!
The Eastern Bluebirds have returned,
Flying in droves from tree to tree,
Singing to their hearts’ delight.
No wonder they symbolise
The joy and happiness
Of gardens with fragrance love.

Yet I also admire The Swainson Thrush,
Aspiring grandeur with its fluting song.
A sure sign that Spring is back,
A...

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I want to push the clouds away
The morning mist creeping
Near the surface is ready to emerge
Whirling autumn leaves
Leaving a red and orange desert ground

This is right I suppose ~ the time is here now
The summer was too short
Runs faster than a leopard
Autumn goes right through...

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Ancient, rugged hills worn down by time
I miss the lush green hills of my home
Leaning away from the peaceful valley,
Mountains forged from eons long forgotten
During those prehistoric periods before 
Earliest settlers found the Appalachians,
Already old, tired, and wrinkled, awaiting 
The laughter of young children discovering,
Holding...

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Hearts like ours will cross our silent yearning
and dance with lonely wishes and dreams
to find the longing realm of love

Like vagabonds, we will dance on empty streets
of false contentment and illusion...until 
Love finds us worthy to nourish our souls
and welcome us

Guiding us into a luminous...

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My lips
Taste the salt
Of passion’s heat
The nectar of our love
Fresh on my tongue
Our bodies yearning
Always yearning,
Never satisfied, 
We crave each other
As a deep addiction
Of two linked souls





TLR
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My soul has a yearning 
I dare not speak aloud
The earth forever turning
But my wants I am not allowed

There are things for which I ache
From the depths of my heart
Things I ponder daily
But  I cannot take part

My soul has a yearning
I fear I will...

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My unsated soul

Your truth yearns to know my Lord

Unfulfilled desire!







© Demetrios Trifiatis
   22 September 2018

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Realizing, Yearning For Lost Youth Had Birthed Poetic Aches

Just past forest green, field of cold and hard stones
there in his youth he oft sat, rejected, sad and alone;
blissful in solitude and mindful of dark world's hurt
poet in deep thought, how best to write and atone.

Creating...

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I yearn for truth in the deep 
recess of my soul,
for truth is a song celebrating life,
and life is the composition of all things.

I yearn for knowledge,
for without knowledge truth would
not be, and error would not be know,
for error is a song out of tune.

I...

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If I know what you want 
I would give it to you
How about the moon
A bandit I will become
Disguised as the wind
I will quickly steal it from the sky
And hand it to you
I don’t know what you want
I haven’t a single clue.

My heart you already...

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Mom’s garden  blushed with flowers on our lawn
Recalling youth’s  zest of fancy-free tread:
I stand  here by an old lamppost , in thought
And imagine dewed clusters overhead.

How I  loved jasmines fondled by the breeze,
Where treetops glow with moonlit autumn skies
That forever mark...

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The melody of the silent wind spoke
to the lonely road towards the twilight hour.
Cute footsteps of the moonbeam 
thrilled the seashore besides the divine power.


Sweet giggle of the heartbeat of the waves
embroidered the fashion coat of all unstitched dreams
some are designers, some are ethnics 
Like...

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I lounge in a chair, waiting.
I yearn as I watch 
your delightful dance,
guitars strumming, flute haunting,
xylophone resonating.
 
You swirl, twirl, pause,
stoop, pirouette, spin as I’m glued to my chair.
Your skirt whirls, arms flail,
hips swing.  You twist, swivel 
as beads of sweat trickle 
down your...

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Immerse in the tranquility of truth 
And believe in the opulence of your
Devine being, BEHOLD IT,
As the proof, You seek is THOU
As Heaven’s Breath of Spiritual eloquence
As an Infinite horizon
In the radiance of light of Heaven
As beyond Yourself 
As LOVE with Conscious intent
In the waves...

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Oh! How I despise dawn’s blushing optimism
and dried hydrangea blooms sepia skinned and papery thin.
Humdrum hands beat doldrums drum.

Why won’t the summer solstice light this darkness?
A gnawing hollow where my heart should be.
Where cinder clouds float in negative space
memories collect like nesting sparrows beneath eaves.

I...

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