Best My Weary Soul Poems

this poem is my take on weary blues by langston hughes 
Langston hughes truly was a great poet and one of the best ever!

Bombilating a snappy euphony  rhyme
Fingers crackling against palm and time
I heard a soul play
Down on dike street the other night
By the...

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~Weary Soul~ 
(Free Style) 


Where should I go? 
What should I do? 
The past calls me 
I'm long overdue 

My soul is weary 
I feel so old 
With nothing to hold 
I'm feeling so cold 

I look at the sky 
The Mallorn trees 
I look...

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WEARY SOUL

The walls in my mind barricade me within myself
Stripping me of everything worth anything to me inside
All of my knowledge, all my power, and all of my wealth
Leaves me with nothing; respect, compassion, love, dignity, or pride

As the years crawl near -- to where...

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Entering a realm where time seems still
Cherishing past memories and moments 
She treasures so dearly
The road ahead is rough
No matter how far or long she may go
The journey’s end seems so far
Days continue to pass by
But reason and purpose 
Has almost faded
Visits from friends, 
Letters...

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Into this moment a tear
Of hope float

Upon my brow the tear
Settle

When the evening sun appear

My soul get’s weary

And retreat’s to the enchanted

Garden of love

With red tulips at my feet.....

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We bruise and break our weary bones

in search of faithful guidance

supplied by mere tales;

Concise,

yet forever without answer.

So when you find me

as awake as ocean waves in the night,

I will be stumbling and crashing

into the barriers of my mind

looking as I am now;

For perhaps an attempt...

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Weary we are or at least that aspect of identity
Considering itself to be separate from source
Exhausted oscillating in the world of duality

Encased in feeble form, relying on use of force 
All striving futile, elusive is joy in permanence 
Finally, void of cessation, our last resource

In...

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Yes ,yes I was a precious soul
Turned to a flower that's slowly decaying
My roots are dead and gone
Can only draw waters when I'm praying 

The stars allign enough to keep me breathing
but never enough to keep me away from grieving
I'm a question mark in motion...

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