Absence Poems | Examples of Absence Poetry

The mule in  Gaza Slowly, on delicate legs, the last mule in Gaza, pulling a cart carrying old  mattresses, broken chairs, and small shrouds of children to a resting place Pulling a kart is as easy as there is no  elevations in Gaza, nor is there  a succulent green field where to feed Who feeds the mule? It can't live on  spent shells alone,...

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the possession of a vessel aen a cradle call a steady fall a empty cost and all's lost a candle care a random share a fullness last and all's cast a constant claim a longing name a least of more and all's before a costly care a vessel rare an emptied full and all's pull a cradle claim a...

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I think I’m sinking not in waves just slowly fading through my days. No cries for help, no open wounds just silence sitting in my head. I smile enough to not alarm I laugh enough to hide the harm. But underneath, it’s getting hard to carry pieces cracked and scarred. I wake, I go to work, I wear my face the one that fits...

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some posters are sweet when they are silent cos they do not open their .... ...

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The Valley of the Forbidden Sat under an oak in the valley of the naked woman admiring her rounded breasts, a malevolent oak took offence, not that I minded, after all, it had been at the same spot for a hundred years, long before the valley had a name. Suddenly, the tree slapped me a leathery branch Oh, pain makes me...

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Aware I do not stand still much Mostly I wait in silence Known gardener Roses adorn my cape Wavy chips and a cake Timid chirps Only quiet trust She screams in silence Her voice is still Major energy report Holy Holy Holy Echoes of stone Unaware of her anger We walk toward the edge Waves smash into our nets Our catch is rare It screams in silence...

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Gratitude He is not here today, the mantle he wrapped around his bony shoulders, when there was a chill in the air is carelessly flung on the sofa A zephyr whispers, he will not return Will I be that old? I ask the fading sun I sit on the balcony, a blanket covers my shoulders against the cold afternoon chill Here in the vale...

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Angry Conifers Trees in the avenue have a weird sense of humor Long roots cracking up finely laid cobble stone pavement Slightly bent easterly give pain in the lower trunk The younger trees bleat about older trees taking space Older trees show distain of needy trees no dignity Trees are silent lack imparting skills shake leaves ...

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after “This Is Just To Say,” by William Carlos Williams I have not opened your letter from last fall— it lives in the drawer with the paper snowflake I told you was beautiful. I imagine the ink has bled by now, and that the apology is softer for it. But I like to keep some things unread— as proof I once mattered enough to be written to....

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I sat today, thinking of you. So, I thought selflessly. It was a disgusting day too. The dogs bayed helplessly At the mountain of fog. The tall clouds unburdened Into filthy manholes. It rained and poured a flood. In a quiet mind, there it waits Your poetry, our song. I felt fine, yes, but who dictates Rain's where, when, and how long. Probably Russia, after all, That'll squeeze...

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They told me it coils, waiting— some snake of light at the root of all this flesh. But what stirred in me was quieter than myth. Not fire, not ecstasy— just a flicker behind the ribs when I wasn’t asking for anything at all. It didn’t climb, it drifted, slow and unsure like the memory of a song you’re not sure you dreamed. No chakras flared. No visions came. Only my...

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A piece to heart BY:KHANYA ive found my own, alone leaving my heart in shambles dark in the cold as i was told, that love is a place where you’d find peace and yet i believed otherwise because i was crossed so many times but this time i thought of you and i wanted nothing but to be loved...

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I knew, and you knew, that if I listened to "Unchained Melody," I would have given up yesterday. Without the praises and disappointments, those long, deep sighs experienced during moments of passion, our love felt superficial in comparison. Everything changed when I saw his face in my dreams. Suddenly, the sweet melodies of Gheorghe Zamfir's...

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When Hell Is Full** Sweet memories fade like old Navy clothing, leaving an unpleasant taste in my mouth— like a can of Grace corned beef with stale onions, drizzled with oil; it was tolerable at the time. Years have passed, yet those thoughts still send chills down my spine. I utterly...

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Man and his dog He awoke under the bed, and it had been his birthday drinking champagne, eating Danish pastry, and smoking Havana cigars He walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and took out a beer, which he thirstily drank while wondering why Everything was so quiet The maid had been in when he slept, and everything was in order When...

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