Best Belonging Poems

Ascending within; to feel my happiness climB
Setting out solo; internal ecstasy can providE
Carving contentment by relearning to crawL
Enjoying this wonderful spiritual crescendO
Noticing on the way; all little things contaiN
Dualities in me but don't require explaininG
Intrinsic kaleidoscopes; always up the antI
Needless is it to enforce emotional...

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The Sun

Belongs to the earth and 
                Moon
Empowering each with beauty
Never missing a day

The Sun

Casts pastel shades
          Upon the horizon
Revealing the...

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Wanting to belong is not what is wrong,
it’s over longing about belonging.
It could be the problem is in the seed,
maybe you’re showing an unfulfilled need.

Overexposing our expectations,
may derail developing relations.
What most people want is a sensation,
a gradual feeling of elation.

People want to see a to...

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So it begins.., somewhere 
it always must. Right?

Just picturing Dorothy starting out.., followin' Billie Burke's yellow brick road,
on a cause..
                  with bewitched ruby shoes. 
many munchkins encouraging entourage...

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Because, I am only
belonging to
you......

Your soul washes my
body with care
and flooding me with
your emotion
Allowing, my love to
swim with your love
and holds my love
into your affections
There are so many
women in this world
but you are the best
woman I ever seen
You are like a star
of the night sky
where...

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This is a rhupunt written for DISiDERATA's contest with the theme based on "you are a child of the universe, no more of less than the trees and the stars"...

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belonging

here I stand alone
looking at your happiness....
my lonely heart cries

why aren't I in someone's arms
am I lacking loving charms


want to belong, to have a life
to be loved 
'
what have I done I ask you pray
tell me me my sin, what can I do
to  belong,...

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We started, all of us, with a dream
A need to be more than we might seem
Add to our lives a bright, new shine
To honour those of an older time

Some few had gathered, one fair day
A party planned, a game to play
A passing fancy to recreate
The...

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"The streams are my veins" ~ by Constance La France

I feel
I belong to
the pellucid stream that
gently swerves through the rocks as I
stroll leisurely along the rough ravine;
Warm and vibrant, it heals my soul;
My reflection, I see;
The connection
I feel

Date: 08/17/2022
Submitted for: Let Your Muse Be Inspired...

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Piece of calm
In this
World of chaos
Breath of relief
While grasping
For a single gulp
Of air
The grounded green of
Spring
Of hope rising
Of life reborn
To the burning passions
Of the flame
Full of power and energy
That can take it
All down
The silence
At 3am
With the moon
In the horizon
To the clamorous city
People making their
Way upstate
At...

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We're all searching--
searching for a place where we feel safe,
a point we can retreat to and set out from,
a place to call our own. 
It's a feeling, really, a feeling that one finds 
in that which we hold closest to our hearts:
a loved one's embrace,
kind...

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My heart is reaching for you
While my mind is putting up its roadblock
It may startle me, or it may not
If on my soul you did knock

Scared you are really mine
Just feels silly that I would deserve
Hard to wrap my head around
How you wrap around my...

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There must be a place to find a smiling face,
To share some joy each day just in being.
Never, though I search, through this scary place
Is there just one smile I'm seeing.
Will I ever find a place where I belong,
Where faces smile 'stead of frowning?
Is it...

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Mothers, fathers, and their children,
seldom share the exact same beliefs
No matter what their religion might be,
proving a child's relationship with their god 
is no different than with a parent, odd

A youth’s peace of mind, his longing
for his place, a sense of belonging 
The road is...

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A human race of relay and replay,
Their soles push off unforgiving exteriors
And are kept on track by applauded obedience.
Their recurrently blistered hearts
Become calloused by an aura of expectation.

Hedonism is a fort where their souls sit while their bodies work.
They chip at the sedimentary foundation of...

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