Best My Weary Soul Poems

Conducted by the Hands that gave them voice
Sweet songs of evening soothe my weary soul.
Oh, how I love to hear the birds rejoice
As frogs and insects hum adagio.

Each night I sit and watch the sun go down
Accompanied by song that has no score
Each night His...

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My mind to arms to hands to oars to lake

               I cleave the sunrise glass-like surface, still

With just my lonely friend, a mallard drake

       ...

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If only this path would lead somewhere,

To rest my weary soul there. 

A place on the way where I could stay,

And look back over my shoulder and say,

Thank you for the path I’ve walked,

And thanks for the lessons you’ve taught. 

In this ancient forest I...

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Your laughter dances like the morning breeze,
A gentle balm that heals my hidden pain.
Your touch, a summer's kiss upon the trees,
Brings life to places cold as winter's reign.

Within your gaze, a universe unfolds,
A symphony of stars that brightly gleam.
In your embrace, my weary soul finds...

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i repudiate this clock on the wall
each moment frozen of time
lashes back in internal strokes
against my weary soul

its ticking erupts
like thunderous echoes
within the confines
of my tortured mind
on this darkened night

i slip 'neath the shadows of past
running in circles
trying to escape 
the grasp of hands
that taunt...

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When I need an uplift for my weary soul and to clear my muddled mind.
I slowly cruise along a country road to see what treasures I might find.
I leave behind the frenzied traffic on the four-lane interstate,
To enjoy bucolic vistas along a gravel road, my...

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In draining sand I trace the line
the tide has made in bubbles, fine,

where scalloped wavelets sloped in foam,
halt the ocean’s wide roiling roam.

Pale seashells shimmer in bright sun
and tiny crabs sport sideways run;

whitecaps dancing, turquoise to green,
toss at my feet a glossed sea bean.

Solitude, loved...

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This barren desert hot and dry
as noonday sun is beating down;
I’ve walked for miles, no one in sight,
and over head the buzzards fly
awaiting death to end my plight.
My throat is dry, my skin parched brown
while on my face I wear death’s frown.
I long for water...

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Sapphire clouds on pink mountains
Sky of lemon 
Deeper into the inversions of my mind
Reality is this vivacious hum
Singing the blues
My prayer book of gold
Contemplation....
Eyes watching the moon wane
Waves, lush tides to soothe a soul

Shall I ascend to the next level?
I only stopped to pause and...

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Breezes of a summer night,

gently blew into my open

bedroom window as i

laid there so restless and

desperately trying to bring

sleep to my weary soul.

Eyes closing, sending me to

a land i once walked,

places where i lived,

peace and contentment,

flooded my soul as,

i saw my mother's smiling

face. of her...

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This Load I Carry…

Along the road of life, 
I carry a large load…
It feels quite heavy…  
As I travel a “bumpy” road.

This load I carry is often 
difficult to bear…
At times, I stumble…  
And caught “unaware…”

The trials and hardships
 of life…  ...

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this clock on the wall, echoes through my heart's lonely walls
it laughs in seconds the pulsation of years long past
its hands stroke the circumference of my soul it thralls
it writhes against my memories in an outward cast

if only to rewind this torturous menace of time
step...

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Heaven knows we need recovery from life 
like wounded birds of prey we need respite 
from those cankerous inkly thoughts of night
for when a tree falls all creatures live in rife 
Only a bright star knows how much we long 
for pearly doors ajar and...

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The River carries words softly,
her rhythm, my cadence,
her flow, my home.

I drift where the stars fall,
their light a map I cannot follow—
only feel.

Deeper now, the River’s current hums.
The Poet has run out of lines—
their ink dissolving into the tide.

Her banks disappear,
leaving only sky and salt,
an...

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In the depths of my weary soul, I ponder,
Upon the choices made and paths forsaken.
A wistful whisper echoes, a song of wonder,
Of the road I did not take, now left unawakened.

Through veils of time, my memories unfold,
To a crossroad nestled 'neath a golden sky.
Two divergent...

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