Best Filling My Lungs Poems

Is there enough adjectives I can use,
  to sew these sensitive sensations to you,
when my dandelion heart is 
  dense with combustible phrases,
and my sunken soul is weeping 
  into the weariness of wildfires?
They say beauty can never
  be found in...

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Everywhere I look, all I see is nothing
A vast space full of water, the current pulling me out to nowhere
Kicking and screaming I’m trying to stay above the wild waves
But the crash and smash against me, the water filling my lungs
I cannot breathe and I...

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Serenity.

Lingering alone on my porch, 
leaning against the wooden railing.
Still feeling warm to the touch,
after retaining the heat from the day.

On a June evening, 
after the sun had gone down, 
just below the horizon.
The silhouette of the darkening tree-line, 
contrasting with the light still remaining
in...

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* This is a poem about basically feeling like when a part of yourself dies. Then certain 
people can come along and make that one part feel alive and better than ever 
because you trust them to be just yourself*

The serpent of Unrequited love 
Sunk...

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This emptiness that I’m feeling 
Its spreading to my veins
Somthings holding me back 
Its like Im in a straight jacket 
Cant breath, cant see
I need to break away
I need to break free
My hearts getting heavy 
All my uncryed tears
Seem to be stuck in my heart
I...

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The sun rises dressed in black
clouds cry as Siern's call
whithering in pain from burning flesh, burning ashes
leaving a bloody wound upon the Earth

Where stones stand silent in front of mounds
covered in grass washed in red
from the veins of those who have died
in senseless wars covering...

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Yoga in Poem A Novel Approach Step 6A
Anulom Vilom Pranayam 

What is Anulom Vilom Pranayam?

Anulom Vilom Pranayam is the process of purification of our blood and nervous system with the help of a particular type of breathing exercise. It is the most helpful method to...

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* In honor of all those who give their lives and limbs for our freedom. *

Japanese??

here ... in Pearl Harbor?!?
this must be a nightmare ... it can't be real -
I can't have seen that, yet here I am
in my bunk cabin on the ship
with only...

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Speak gently when you offer criticism,
but don't be so soft as to sacrifice the truth.
                      Rumi (M. Mafi, trans)

Speak gently when you offer your...

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Its simply remarkable, the excitement I feel
When I am blessed with your dominating presence
I am easily drawn to you and immediately lost within you
Traveling glorious heights exploring the depths of many heavens
The sight of you promotes intense anticipation and extreme anxiety
Umm…I am easily overwhelmed by...

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When we were vultures
Living in mangers
You told me you'd love me 
Forever.
The seasons cry into each 
other. The sounds warp.
You become a constellation.
A morass of deep meaning,
Filling my lungs,
Untill I can barely breathe....

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Have you ever been witness
to a burst of the wind
laden of leaves, while stirring the dust?

It will gather itself, 
then collide from within,
swallow up air, 
filling its lungs...
becoming a sphere
that stretches its limbs

A sudden explosion
walking over the earth
taking the form,
of a sand-colored worm
rising and falling,...

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As the summer result is pass on
Chaos fill's the sky
Chemical gases filling the lungs 
Of young life
death becomes the anterm on our lips 
With eccos of loud voice
Mixed with tears and pall
Standing by the corner
like what we see on silima
a lot of people falling under
OH...

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I took my first steps,
barefoot on the cracked earth,
the whispers of ancestors woven
into the fabric of our days.

Under the watchful eyes of Mma Ishmael,
her hands, calloused yet tender,
shaping our dreams like clay,
teaching us the rhythm of resilience,
how to dance in the rain,
how to find joy...

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Im tired,
emotional,
so exausted.
I  need sleep.
Tears threaten
To spill from me
my eyes do droop
chest is heavy with 
a  hidden  locked
lead-lined heart
alone in  a  world
Tired of fighting so
What would happen 
If I gave in, and fade
away. who would notice?
just to not wake up...

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