Best Restlessness Poems

His buddies called him Brant, he was the strongest man
made of solid muscles and he seemed mighty; 
he became a fugitive after he raped two women
and robbed to get money for his coke and whiskey.
One was his best friend whom he killed for a grudge...

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The winter is sagging in strength
And wary is becoming the graveyard
Of its inhabitants, lying in their tombs,
As they seem to stretch themselves
Up from their wintery drowsiness
To embrace the signs of life
Defrosting leisurely from the fatigue 
In the vegetation around.
 
Soon will the greenery pick up
The...

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Restlessness


Saw it yesterday,
alone,
sitting on a rock,
not looking too happy.
Motionless
against
its own reflection,
glaring at itself.
It threw a stone
as if to chase away
the aged creature
looking back
as if the ripples
might ease the past.
Saw it look ahead,
slump wearily
against the ancient oak,
unsure, almost afraid,
of its future.
It stood slowly,
regained its balance,
moved methodically...

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I've danced forever;
temperance bound 
under this vestal spell,

a captive in these conventions of virtue,
in these endless circles 
of same guiding same, 
someone else's expectations 
deciding my every step.

All the while I entertain
the restless riots building within....

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Under washing sound of drifting rains,
Thunder lightning cracking at my sky,
I sit in distress restless and why?
This bold confusion and my mind wanes.

Tightly softly closing slender eyes,
Flashing stories that are not yours or mine,
Perhaps a pill or even too much wine,
Tossing turning disappointed sighs.

Bleak and...

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I sit here and try to digress
To grapple on the hold of restlessness
Feelings of tyrannical fearlessness
Close your eyes and be helpless
Oh I throw my hands up to be rid of this mess
I roam and roam running from thoughts of sleeplessness
Twists and turns to untangle the...

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Restlessness in youth,
placidity in the golden age...
do these two conflict
with the pace of motion
that desolation can assuage?
If being young means 
persisting in ambition,
an event of gratification,
venturing in fearless projects,
taking risks and walking through Hell;
is it worth the effort of being bold
and press forward and bear...

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Under your cloak of stars, the restlessness is soothed,
A wave of gentle enchantment caresses my quivering soul,
Whenever your shadow flees from sight, I enwrap you in secrets,
I lock in my canvas of thoughts your smile that reflects within me.
You are the path that bends between...

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Haunting boredom creeps up on me
My soul will not rest its weary head
Manic thoughts plague my mind
Brings me chaos

Melancholy and joy fight for dominance
No peace exists, the madness persists
No stillness, no calmness
Brings me panic

Thoughts of betrayal haunt my mind
Deep waves of anguish overwhelm me
No happiness,...

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fidget! fidget! fidget!
until you can't do it anymore

fall! fall! fall!
until you reach the Bottom of the universe 

run! run! run!
until you gasp at your last wavering breath  

hide! hide! hide!
until you fade into the darkness of abyss


drown! drown! drown! 
until a hand Catches you

gasp!...

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Restless.
Gradual,
Haphazard,
Graced with the dexterity,
With jabs to its sides in the still wind,
With the dance of grey smoke from a pot of incense.
It breezes in the descending direction unto a platter. 

A mass of saltwater–as it'd find out later.
The roars of the tides,
The whistles of the...

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Where can we find the calmness of our minds and souls
Our minds are always running wild
Images of dreams overlap and overlap
Until they are messy and entangled
Dream may or may not come true 
If it comes true, it'll become a reality
It yields satisfaction
Followed by the calmness...

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The moon is restless
roaming in and out of clouds-
Intermittent stars
Motions above and below
through eternal sleepless night

Shunning saffron days
night owls and fireflies revel
to nightingale's song
Wide awake blooms gaze at moon-
The wind's everywhere at once...

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My knees held tightly to my chest,
I thought the storm clouds were miles off in the distance, 
Of someone else's distress.

But morning came, and the storm remained.
No water nor washing could wipe away the stains of sorrows
And restlessness from my covers-
My detrimental haven...

I could rot...

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