Best Facing Poems

FACING LONELINESS

I was told by wisdom that to know loneliness is to know oneself.
She said to be alone is essence.
In that, you do not misuse this time with heartache but seek a greater way.
I have experience this kind of direst.
Through the lack of unity, I...

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It is a beautiful dawn

The early star has risen

on this chilly December morn

And its not about seeing

 it's magical splendour

like wax-melt yellow

 dripping from a honeycomb

upon first gentle snowfall

But its about smelling it

Inhaling its soft sweet fragrance


Like that of a lily`s delicate scent

lingering through

my...

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To ride the sea is a pleasure and a curse
as huddle of gulls, starfish dart from nowhere
enchanting frolic on breakers, they traverse
into buoyant laps with crystal tides so rare.
My arms swivel a distance while I immerse
from deep lures of an islet, beyond compare;
yet once, twice......

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I saw the Elm trees 
Standing tall in the cold winter
The freezing wind has withered their dense leaves
Blowing up alike  fireflies 

Their tough branches hit the hurricane
I heard the wind hissing in pain

The baptism of the wind 
Revealing the resilience of the trees 
When...

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I faced my fear and
Stared it down; much easier
To do in dreams than awake.
When it came to me
In wakefulness, I battled
For ten years but, I still won.

The reason I won
Was because fear is a big
Coward lacking its
Courage; it cannot stare you
Down because it is afraid.
Remember...

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You know how some people can do and say mean stuff and their faces stay okay?
How they can say something horrible to another person and not turn pink or red or something?
Have they no moral fiber? No sense of decency? No regret? No embarrassment? How...

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facing a tsunami
of a hurdle
summoning the strength



posted on September 30, 2018...

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Shot up so high
Stood touching the sky
Was only a dream
Fell off the seam!...

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As a child, this reoccurring dream haunted.
When I would run from a monster chasing me
Then he'd reach out to grab, I'd fly undaunted.
As time went by, from those dreams seemed free.
Now knowing it was death, I face the red sea     

Of...

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Facing the Future
By: Tom Wright
8/1/2018

The place we’re presently found will be scant,
And our future is about unknown change,
That might, or might not, enchant.

But yesterday will always remain the same,
And learning to accept what is and will be,
Is a most important part of the game?

Our missteps...

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Another passing, quiet tears
A time of reckoning, a few more beers
Once wooded, now populated, concrete
Where crickets chirped, now a street
Dreams dying, goals unreached, a new reality
Coming face to face with your own mortality
Material achievement, awards on the wall
Of no real value, please take them all
To...

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Facing facts was never where he excelled:
avoiding them, he flitted, like a blind bat
guided as by sonar past obstacles
crowding the dark cave of his existence.
Still, some sight sifted through his shuttered eyes.
Onlookers might have guessed
he was merely another smug fat cat
forever grinning at the luck
that...

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Wave a hand in front of my face
and see magic happen…
That’s how I feel sometimes
Replace the face with a clean slate
or maybe not,
rather a scanned image of what’s truly within
so people will finally see
 what should be seen,
not what they want to see

Somebody pointed it...

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It is a beautiful sunset

The dusk of night slowly enters

This chilly winter night

It’s not about seeing
The moon rise splendid in the sky

Like a light of love high above
Shining warmth to the shivering bare branches

Upon the first flakes of snow

Tumbling to ground

Inhaling the fragrance of fresh...

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This weathering vessel that casts about
A barge adrift in the river of lies.
My crumbling ship, my hopes all cast in doubt
I navigate past cults of crying eyes.

This rusting old tanker betrays my flame
My boy joy driving fervent flaring glare.
I’m no match for terror by any...

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