Absence Poems | Examples of Absence Poetry

Sometimes I’m so afraid the images fluding my brain They won’t go away if I close my eyes or stay awake...

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Fill the void that sits inside my soul, take away the cold, restore lost parts and rebuild my core and find a way for me to be whole once more. ...

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So many names on the page today, so many more gone— vanished into silence. Does the world still care? I know they do. I hope they do. Children stolen, ripped from the arms that once held lullabies. Teens slipping through dusk, running from homes that never saw them, or saw too much. The ones who cared are left holding echoes....

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Mars, Musk, And  Bond Girls Mars is again in the news, and Musk has been silent about going to Mars, perhaps he has found  Another planet more suitable to his temperament  We read that four women are going to Mars, mainly because they have been astronauts and know  a thing or two about the limitless space if one gets to far out...

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I look from my window— the city is silent and serene. I give another glance: the light of bulbs moves slowly through the twilight night. Suddenly, the uproar of parasite cars breaks the seamless silence, conspiring against the beauty born of that celestial scene. The wondering, waning moon— like a besought fortune— shy and quiet, approaches me. Enchanting, she whispers: Take my light and ignite the darkness within. ...

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Am I too late to fix things? Have I lost you? Have you fallen out of love? Is this what God has written for us? Am I the only one to blame? I have so many questions but I truly thought I gave everything. How will I move on if I ever let you go? I can’t live knowing you longed for someone else, or even...

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A Fable I was spending an afternoon with a billionaire  On our walk through town, we came to an art salon  on its wall, a painting I liked but could not afford The billionaire offered to buy it for me, but reserved  The right to take the artwork back should I die because he is an art collector, The salon refuses to...

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The Painted Smile The Painted Smile on her face spoke louder than any word could ever be spoken. As she watched the world revolve around her as if she was not even there. Spinning as if a tornado threatened to whisp her away into a dark starless night. The Painted Smile placed on her face by the...

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I think God is deaf and blind But, God is not dumb I thought He couldn’t feel I thought He had no feelings He gave away all his senses He’s a raving magician Waving his wand making orbits Birthing stars without sperm Destroying lives in every galaxy Does he care about this lonely planet? He gave His eyes to behold Him He gave bees and us...

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So far, they go - A distant throw - Down simple snow - Forgotten. And yet, a maid - Through crime, parade - And riches swayed - Ill-gotten. The weak confide - Then run to hide - To turn the tide - Now rotten. A dream, they’ll fade - The cuts, been made - No chance, persuade - Stained cotton. ...

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What is it they say to chase demons away? When scars inside ache, what words can placate? What meaning is found crawling on ground? When you feel you’re nothing to see. When you see what they think of thee! Barriers form and walls are built to shield a heart from the pain in the mind force fed through aged, outside...

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Life Without You Life without you in cold desert sand, I walk without shadow, the sun too tired to care. Alone in the place I used to know, walls whisper your name in cracks and corners, but you never answer. Silence moved in where your voice used to be. The rooms are getting smaller, the windows won’t open, time has folded in on itself only...

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We are not cynical She had been married once or twice and lived among the rich, that was what happened to air hostesses when there was a frisson about this job. Her last husband came from Amsterdam, a doyen of the fur trade, elegantly dressed, and a walking stick With a stick, one assumes he was quite elderly. He...

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(A Poetic Prophecy) He walked not with crowds, but with silence. A hush clung to his steps like a prayer. The wine of the world he did not drink— He stored his storms in chalices of fire. The daughters of dust followed him not for touch, But for something they could not name— The way the stars bowed when he passed, The way...

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I write my ‘i’s differently now —your letters etched themselves into my blood I eat everything with chili that burning sting is close enough to your kiss I abandoned the blade. You’d be proud— though only because we meet every night, dream or not Why do you haunt me, why? but still, I tail behind your cherry mirage Lost in this desert, I crawl beneath...

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