Best Frailness Poems

My daughter had been sickly for a time
The flu, they said, her health will shortly climb
A few days later came the call we dread
I'll ne’er forget the words the doctor said:

"We got your daughter's blood work back today.
I'm not sure there is any easy way
To...

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Feeble, a word not often used 
in this hi-def, mega bite world,
where almost anything can be done
with the tap of a fingertip,
the aged still feel feeble.
This crackled feeling runs along the rims
of brittle nails 
and gray-white strands of hair. 
The once svelte figures of maid...

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Zephyrus breezes speak gently-
Undertones of placid eras alive in memory-

Tumult rages awaiting rigorous gates to detonate their command,
Planning utter obliteration of finite serene ways…

Blue and pink swirls of peaceful dusk
Replaced with a grey and murky inferno 

Eyes of Hades suck cherished life 
from all vibrant...

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Zephyrus breezes speak gently-
Undertones of placid eras alive in memory-

Tumult rages awaiting rigorous gates to detonate their command,
Planning utter obliteration of finite serene ways…

Blue and pink swirls of peaceful dusk
Replaced with a grey and murky inferno 

Eyes of Hades suck cherished life 
from all vibrant...

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There is a vile brutality to love
A beauty in sufferin & disease
There is a tinkerin madness
An eternity to fleetin seasons
We find a wholeness in lack
A lack in imagined perfection
There is hymnal in the hades
And a vex in the paradise
We feel the burden of love
The crassness...

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acceptance of failure
is a talent acquired over time
the young man i was
could never comprehend 
the freedom failure
bestows
the feeling of humanity
in every tear shed
over an impossible path

i have discovered for the first
time that i am as small
as a gnat on the back of a
gnat
under the microscope...

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Sleep eludes me, my thoughts engulf me...
   The room is quiet....
    I hear a branch outside my window, scratch the glass, in winter's wind
        
I cannot slumber, I cannot escape the waiting, I...

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The rain clouds gather outside and
I see his umbrella bouncing over the hedge.
I hear him enter the gate with case in hand;
He slowly closes the gate and heads for the door.

A light knock reverberates into the library,
I hear the door close and his soft voice...

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Deep in the Silent darks,
wandering and swaying around
I was, once content with life full
and concern less.
None to lad me with the
burdens of responsibilities,
nor someone to share
my loneliness.

Life held for me little surprises,
and even fewer
excitements in the
monotonous chores.
On one such dark
expeditions, was i broke off
my usual...

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He stood there in the doorway 
His legs dangled in white shorts 
His blue shirt matching the rags
The mechanics used to clean tools
His fingertips yellow stained of fungus
I could barely see his blues eyes 
Through the reddish brown colored
Replacing any hints of good health 
Clutching...

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And then…
         there were none.

Within the perimeters of the releasing of
angels, there was a glimpse of hope.
Outside the border of the letting-go of
demons, there was the sight of doubt. 

Nothing could be found as no eye 
could...

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I'll hide the waste the fire can't burn
I'll move in a hurry, before the stench of agony sickens the air

Enter the orchard, dying branches begging for fruit
This season is rough, but this weather is brief

I won't be bothered by astounded and blind eyes
Your comical mocking...

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The frailness of a blank pallet.
Now conforms under hazed eyes that weep.
Does it bring truth to her treacherous past?
Oh' she is sure to find peace.
Life turns an unknown path.
Repulsive thoughts cease.
Sun breaks through.
Clouds lye no more on her tormented soul.
Reflections' sore heals in time.
Carry me...

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I got six endearments in life as far as I could recall
From my pre-school to a working staff of a school 

My uncles and aunts called me Darling in Kinder
An apple of their eyes especially to my father

My father gave me a small gold ring...

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We all succumb to the frailness of sleep.
Strength that rises with a robust sun
must dissipate when a bronzed moon reaps
what our spirited hours have sown.
Our dreams become the ripe fruit grown
within the rich soil of our days done.

We are the most fragile as dreams unfold...

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