Absent Poems - Poems about Absent

Every time I fall in love, It seems I'm through before I start. What's wrong with me's no mystery, I have an absent-minded heart. I meet a girl, she seems ideal, But when Cupid shoots his dart, I tend to duck and dodge so it can't lodge In my absent-minded heart. Before too long the girl moves on, Another romance falls apart. And when she's...

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Rumi: I chose to hold you in my dreams because my dreams have no end. the night's cold air chills my old bones my dog snuzzling me warm she wakes trembling I know the signs weather change brings a storm ...

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I love seeing you after a long week I hate the feeling of driving to your house I love how we play video games together I hate that it was all we did I love my mother I hate all the problems you made for her I loved our talks I hated the way you would talk to me I love the memories I...

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Echoes, thoughts thrown off-course illusive as in "vision blurring"... ennui, with nothing to reinforce imagery. Silence disturbed by purring, odd admixture of buzzing and whirring....

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Lost.... When I'm without you, Simply I am lost. Left on my own and lonely, Outcast from all that’s glossy. So far from my one and only, Too many miles by hoof. Told you, I’m lost, In the shadows, aloof. Longingly looking for you, Only to find you’re not there. Solidifying what's true, To be found nowhere. Liz White, I’m lost, Without you, I despair. In the echo of your absence, I’m a whisper in...

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Police Remembrance Day ….. Whose shout is it today And knowing who I looked away For a tear trickled down For a lost friend of some renown Our ever shrinking group of friends Smiled and remembered a time when They made us smile at their antics then So here’s to Absent Friends with love we send. © Paul Warren Poetry...

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As it is the way with me, I have the car prepped by individuals whose love of the industry has acquired a rather peculiar name, "Grease Monkey." I have no understanding of vehicles or their inner makings of their encasement under the hood the concepts of an engine. Repairing a flat tire, or locking the...

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Are you synthetic? Your synapses seem to emanate computer code. No emotion swirling around your existence, no rustic vibes of simplicity. I crave the timeless story of passion, not the illusion of perfection. I want to blossom in the beating music of life, but I hear only the silence of your absent heart. ...

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Shadows stretch across my mind, in grief I'm lost hard to find. Darkness whispers, pulling me near. In the sadness of your loss, I disappear....

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They say the abused becomes the abuser, but I will never turn out to be you. Your shadows may haunt me, but never consume. Every scar you inflicted, every tear you caused has given me the strength to never fear. Your cruelty taught me what not to become, but it also taught me empathy. I carry your wounds, but not your hate, as I refuse to...

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You're too young to cry, They say, Too young to bare the weight of you're burdens. Yet your family beat you down, stripped you of your confidence, turned your smile into a frown. You're too old to cry, They say, too long ago did the trauma occur, just move on, forget. Little do they know the lingering aftershock, And how my confidence is still nowhere to...

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Some days I'm just vacuous No coherent thoughts together And I use the vague excuse That it's due to the weather But actually my head's full Of fantastic visions and dreams And I can only feel the world Through the cracks in the seams...

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The children are sleeping Well they’re in bed at least Family in the kitchen Preparing the feast . The presents are wrapped Nestled under the tree I sit alone by the fireside With a glass of brandy The candles are lit The lights turned down low Peace permeates chaos In this Christmas Eve glow It’s here that I find you...

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you can enjoy the delicacy of a rose without touching it enjoy it without embracing it knowing it is perceived as gentle, kind, forgiving but it’s thorns are always going to be there always going to be just as sharp pinpricks turned to razor blades if you get too close you can enjoy the rose from a distance, but don’t you...

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A woman once a girl; A note become a song; A bud become a flower, That grew when I was gone I never could be there To witness as she climbed, Nor see her petals open, Her heart bent toward the sky While those around her promised, Yet ravaged her with words, And poisoned all her perfect fruits, And scarred her gentle earth For my heart stayed...

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