Best Languishing Poems

Hope, A Little Remained

She walked the creaking floors of the rat-infested room,
trying to remember what tragedy had sent her to this shabby place.
Her heart felt...

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on the threshold of tomorrow
through countless sighs 
i wait for you
stranded in the pools of fate
as the seconds fall grounded
like tears of all my yesterdays
in...

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Oh I love the sound of the rain
   a softly spoken spiraling sustain,
marathon runners against the grain
   all soon lost within...

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Long gone are the golden
Dusty days!
Where once, like Blazons
On Armorial Shields,
The gathered bronze sheaths 
stood -
Cut through at the stalk...
Raised from time honoured
swathes.

Burnished like brushed...

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I am immeasurably honoured to have been invited to collaborate with as fine a poet as Robert Lindley. Our first collaborative process has been very...

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The time seems to wander, languishing here and there, jealous of the wind.
Sometimes it flies, to almost find it's end, even when you have barely...

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As I Plot Just One More Day

Desperate as the waking at blackest dawn
I seek only moments within eternity,
for the day upon me is long 
and...

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My favorite word. . . now what could that be?
To choose it, I have to think so carefully.
If I choose by its meaning, I simply...

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Abandoned flowers placed against the wall,
stems bent and twisted, limp and on display.
In long, straight row they line the gloomy hall;
these wilted gems now spent,...

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on the threshold of tomorrow
through countless sighs 
i wait for you
stranded in the pools of fate
as the seconds fall grounded
like tears of all my yesterdays
in...

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I am the void
I am the wrath
I am the undulating sun seraph
In the temple of the butterfly
The shadow is my alibi 

~moths, in rooms full...

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My heart

cr
ump
led




like the screwed up scraps of paper
now languishing in the trash bin


okay, so I write humourous poems ...
I rarely write 'free verse'
or 'perfect' iambic...

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In pounding Summer, our love is restless, 
like daffodil dreams immersed in hot wind.
In the vapor of Winter’s reign, our love rises above,
reaching the glaring...

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She met him in the interim,
 that space between endings and beginnings;
             ...

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Luneta, I used to almost venerate you once
but glassy skyscrapers have put you away…
still, I kept the fragrant lawns deep in my bones,
with Muppet tricks...

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