Wow! What hit me most reading this is the difference between yearning and what we choose to do with it. I call it temptation and when temptation comes calling, I have to make a conscience choice to give in or not. For me, that is where my struggle resides. That is why I locked on to the line: “There is no remedy for abstinence.”
The idea that even stillness carries longing is especially haunting. It suggests that yearning isn’t just something we do, but something that exists beneath everything we are. Even in moments meant to feel peaceful, there’s a subtle undercurrent of what could have been. That tension between rest and desire is what gives the poem its lingering weight. I loved this piece!
As annoying as it is, yearning is probably one of the most human feelings we can experience. The poets loved it for years.
Also, quick question, for your 3rd to last line, was it meant to be, "You turned back and looked at *me* for one last time" or am I just struggling to read?
So true 🤭 I personally love it as well and this poem is from one of my Character's pov actually 😼 … so that line is connected to the line above it hence no punctuation… ‘The way that longing lingers in a room you turned back and looked at for one last time.’ … i removed the ‘that’ for better readability… hope it makes sense now I'm still so woozy from all the pain meds 😭 do ignore any typos in this message
Beutifullly written love it
OMG thankyou so much 🥹❤️
this is insanely beautiful, i love it so much❤️✨️
Thankyou so much for this lovely comment 🥹❤️
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Love this 💗
Thankyou for reading 🥹❤️
This was beautiful
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Magnificent poem! Definitely deserves a follow. 👀
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Awesome poem! Would love your feedback on my latest poem.
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Wow! What hit me most reading this is the difference between yearning and what we choose to do with it. I call it temptation and when temptation comes calling, I have to make a conscience choice to give in or not. For me, that is where my struggle resides. That is why I locked on to the line: “There is no remedy for abstinence.”
This is such a great perspective you have added on ... What do we do with our yearnings is a whole different scenario... Love that take!
Why is longing always the hardest hunger to carry.
Why does wanting more feel like a wound that keeps reopening,
even when you’ve surrendered everything you have to the craving.
It shakes you, it shudders through you,
and when it isn’t met, it tears something quiet inside.
And here I am, in my fifties, finally admitting
that the ache is part of my humanness.
That maybe pain isn’t the enemy —
maybe it’s the fingerprint of who I’ve become.
But there’s something else I keep circling back to:
the things we yearn for… maybe they’re meant to be built,
not begged for.
Because what you build — like a farmer coaxing life from stubborn soil,
like a mother growing a world inside her body —
those things don’t vanish.
They don’t turn into vagabonds promising the moon
only to crumble into dust when you get close.
You, of all people, should know this.
Your poetry is proof.
Every line you write turns yearning into something finished,
something real, something that doesn’t run.
And maybe that’s the lesson —
the ache doesn’t disappear,
but it can be shaped into something that stays.
Thankyou for sharing this 🥹 makes the piece so much more heartfelt ❤️
The idea that even stillness carries longing is especially haunting. It suggests that yearning isn’t just something we do, but something that exists beneath everything we are. Even in moments meant to feel peaceful, there’s a subtle undercurrent of what could have been. That tension between rest and desire is what gives the poem its lingering weight. I loved this piece!
You've captured the essence ❤️ glad my piece resonated with you :)
It was great!
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Beautiful writing.
Thankyou 🥹❤️
so devastatingly beautiful. The cruelty which still makes us feel alive, reminds us we are living and creatures of needing and craving.
You have captured it beautifully 🥹❤️ so true
I think there's a cruel truth in the last two lines you wrote. Makes me feel a little less strange for having felt it :)
Ah yes indeed 🥹❤️ guess we aren't all that different from eachother as we'd like to think!
As annoying as it is, yearning is probably one of the most human feelings we can experience. The poets loved it for years.
Also, quick question, for your 3rd to last line, was it meant to be, "You turned back and looked at *me* for one last time" or am I just struggling to read?
So true 🤭 I personally love it as well and this poem is from one of my Character's pov actually 😼 … so that line is connected to the line above it hence no punctuation… ‘The way that longing lingers in a room you turned back and looked at for one last time.’ … i removed the ‘that’ for better readability… hope it makes sense now I'm still so woozy from all the pain meds 😭 do ignore any typos in this message
So glad you enjoyed this piece 🥹❤️