At My Fingertips Poems - Poems about At My Fingertips

...The ashes of your ghost still roam within a sea of roses. Breathing you in, I try to reach through the veils, yet to no avail. The bitter emptiness is all I can feel. The Fates keep taunting, t......

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...I have power at my fingertips, Hands that scratch lyrics on paper. A story I once knew - Now it’s just art. Rhythms. Twists. Stanzas, words - Cut and placed with care. The poet is me - sim......

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...The stretch of death and decay blows in from the north, As centuries turn to dust. Darkness engulfs barren carcasses of what was, forlorn rain drips from the weeping sky, coating every strand of ......

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... My phone is my connection to the world All my friends text me Every single day Influencers tell me what to think, do, and say Everyone I admire is here with one click Movi......

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...Hath the wind that carries the leaves tire from the sweeping movement Wilt the season soon come to an end? What hath the sun shining its warmth on a white pedal decide when to stop Whither the sof......

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...Hath the wind that carries the leaves tire from the sweeping movement Wilt the season soon co.e to an end? What hath the sun shining its warmth on a white pedal decide when to stop Whither the sof......

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... I consider myself a technologically savvy old geezer. With a simple utterance of “Hey Google, show me cute puppy videos” my world is filled with hours of mindless entertainment. I can do Facebook, ......

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...I inhaled, and the breeze flourished upon my skin, I exhaled, and the grass prickled at my fingertips, I loved, and the world exploded with its wonders, I cried, and I got sucked into th......

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...I'm listening to piano music Maybe I could sink into a pool of dreams I'd be a nymph, the pool a green tinged pond Everything 37.2 degrees Except the air I breathe which is cool The sky is blue,......

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...Call Me Marionette: Today I exist. I exist for no one, for nothing; I exist. I am not held to or defined by a devotion of any. My allegiances, however strong, have no contract to bear me. I dream......

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...Trying to understand at such a young age, She will have to know at some stage, Transformed, changed, different identity, Pleasing and pleading, needing to flee, Good friends, more than friend......

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...Searching, but never found Chained and bound Held back looking for what life lacks At my fingertips grasp But alas my life has lapsed 9-15-23......

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...Written in response to listening to Chopin's Nocturne Op. 9, No. 1 Heaven awaits me, fleetingly Captured in your sight I came alive, I am alive With a permanent vision Of a vanishing dr......

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...This hasn't quite worked, so I'll have to revisit it. I listened to Chopin Opus 9 number 1 for inspiration and got lots of sprawling thoughts. I tried to put them into a Rondeau Redoublé format an......

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...The mockery of time has never been in my favor. The stars weigh me down. They fell from the sky. I am beyond the boundaries. of time and space But now I grasp things clearly. As fo......

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