Attachment Poems - Poems about Attachment

Run it deep, run you words through me, You make me feel right, I still recognize myself to be the wrong guy cos I'm still in doubt. The sky is bright in the dark, o my god look at that, Aren't you the reason for bright days and night that I have? Making me to relax, feel good and...

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The threads we weave in the early years Define the ties that hold our fears Attachment forms, a hidden thread Guiding the paths where we are led Some reach for love with open arms while others guard with quiet alarms The past, it molds the way we love A blueprint written from above My paper seeks to lift the veil To understand...

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strings of attachment sew themselves - weaving the threat of romance into a blanket that offers no comfort statements of detachment form mantra - reconcile the strings to the scissors without making a cut carve instead into the flesh whatever you have to let blood warm what the blanket cannot remind yourself - unfettered and ephemeral is the nature of pleasure...

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Love is not a word I’m familiar with. I like to read a book by the fire with hot cocoa or tea fairies or dragons the sound of crackles pulls me away into a space of inspiration and comfort. Yet I don’t believe that I love it My like only goes so far I like the food my mom prepares with noodles...

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O those ignorant of the path to God don't carry on about less than a dog. There’s so much to be gained in youth so get yourself interested in the truth. If some stranger were to say to you certain words that proved to be true would you hold onto them and pray, regardless of whether it was today? You brood over too...

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Drugs come in all shapes and sizes But the essence is the same Providing a something we feel lacking; A hit of pleasure and fulfillment In instant gratification. The problem then becomes one Of cascading cause and effect As the short cut route Undermines self-esteem As we know in our hearts We are a thief, living a lie. The drug expresses in the extreme This paradox of...

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While I deleted all my socials, why have I just installed one to look what her favorites are? I swear I should have just leave it and let it stay in deleted. I am not meant to use such things, I always won't stop what other people might think. Because when I saw that he is following her, both...

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To alchemize an attachment Let me sit with it. Here comes the fear again. Why do you care? Stop imagining people are there. It's just an attachment, cloaked, trying to make you scared. They are going to talk about me Well, there is no proof; that's bad programming. Don't you see? Let them do what they do if that is true. So...

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Close your eyes gently. Breathe deeply and slow. Take a calm, stolen moment to consider what you know. Open your eyes slowly. On what do they fall? You see things all around you. They mean nothing at all. In every instance, you assign the value of each and every piece. You give them all the meaning that...

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With no attachments No possession nor expectations, Love like you DON'T. With no demands No conditions nor Afflictions Love like you DON'T. Let them question your intentions As you allow yourself to settle, Like a river with no shore. Like you don't care Be like a dream, That fades with no trace. Ofcourse it's dangerous game But will definitely let you know If it is worth a stay, It will...

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Prem aur moh, do alag raah, Ek pyaar ka, ek bandhan ka sahaara. Prem mein hai utsaah, sangharsh aur samarpan, Moh mein hai moh maaya, bharam aur bhool-bhulaiyaan. Prem mein hai samajh, saath nibhaana, Moh mein hai lalach, khud ko bhool jaana. Prem mein hai vishwaas, niraasha ki jagah, Moh mein hai andhere, sacchai ki parchaaiyan. Prem ek amrit hai, jeevan ka suroor...

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She had won a toy, for her it was a great achievement, it gave her moments to enjoy, and became a piece of attachment. He dropped her emotions from terrace, her feelings shattered with the cube, the day transformed to calaveras, and the heart was scarred with a grube....

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("Glimpsing Hokusai", 2017, original encaustic) The Risk Is All The wages of sin is death. And yet so many flirt with it. People who think they can maintain the upper hand. That they can have their cake and eat it too. Lots have suffered though thinking they can surf the big waves. The key word there is think. And although surfing, like any...

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Holding on to the memories that never fades away. On that dreadful day, It never crossed my mind that this would be our last conversation and the ending of yours. So many unanswered questions has left me in a state of depression, confusion, and incomprehension. How could you leave me in all this pain, knowing I will never see you again in this life form. It is said, as time goes on it...

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I walked away, once I realized it's not like before... I walked away as I saw emptiness in your eyes, I walked away, the day you treated me like nobody... I walked away, once you told me you don't feel the same... I walked away, as you said I'm being sensitive, I walked away when you didn't care to understand, I...

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