Best Sifting Poems

If I had but one last sorrowful day of my life left,
there would be words I would say without delay.
Too long have I struggled, uncertain and bereft,
my tongue silent as though mired in a pit of clay.

Until now, I found myself sifting sand from my...

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No one scoops up the vast subtleties
Of my mind's water
Quite like the hands that adore me most 
There are no holes,
No overflows, nor spills
This soul does not filter away the essence,
Does not pluck the bloom before it has shown its worth,
Nor does his powerful hands...

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What more could I have done? I'd already taken far too much.
There was no more gentleness in your voice, nor in your touch.

Your cursing and verbal abuse eroded all my respect for you.
I tried to help fight your demon; something only you could do.

Our home...

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Sun invades fall leaves
Dividing rays and shadows
Forsaking summer....

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sifting through nostalgia
not in form but ingrained
upon this map so twisted
to retrace again.

the displacement that i felt
the lump and nausea
in my own vomit I knelt
and i wept for her.

gracious god you turn me
from fruit to worm
what horrors have i dealt thee?
which perversions must I learn?...

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I have been sifting through a Shadow,
And only found it a shadow indeed--
The black tresses to outline its features,
Like waking at new morning's chime.
 
I greeted it as though my dark and its
Would be a shade indistinct,
And find in each a same-song toil
That needed no...

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Sometimes it’s hard to remember their faces 
Sifts away like sand sifts through the fingers
Daddy I made it sleep well I forgive you 
Mom you could of found me or pretended to try
Sis I miss you but you cannot control me
Grandma I wish you could...

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always questions always apprehensions
in the process of getting through this life
begins with stunning realization
there is more to this universe than I
flows through doubt and self-examination
into a struggle to simply get by

following rules truly all that there is
why not search for something much more than this
try...

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Love left lying against a dated wall
Out there in the open 
Awaiting another shoe to fall

Crystal beads of penance
Dripping from the bowl
Crosses to be mended
Splinters take their toll

Broke but not forgotten 
Where words wore fancy robes
Homeless in a shelter
Empty are the roads

No fears nor tears
Torn...

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Love left lying against a dated wall
out there in the open 
awaiting the other shoe to fall

Crystal beads of penance
dripping slowly from the bowl
crosses to be mended
splinters take their toll

Broke but not forgotten 
where words wore fancy robes
homeless in a shelter
empty are the roads

No fears...

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I sit here on the beach, seaside.
"Sifting sad shadows from the past."
Which like sand flats ebbing with tide,
Expose sadness, in blackness cast.

As I find ashes of loves died,
Sorting it all out, takes its toll.
Hands tremble, heart splits open wide,
Weighing the sorrows, drags on soul.

The shadows...

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Sifting through the sand
Looking for something with value or at 
least something solid to grasp
Every clump touched quickly breaks away 
and falls through the cracks
Tiny pieces glistening in the sun look so 
tantalizing 
Just to small to have any true substance
What once was a solid...

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i emptied my heart, dug deep within,
peeled off the layers of dust
that smeared my life.

i turn this way – the dust
chokes my head.
i turn that way – the dust swirls
around, engulfing me yet again.

my wound stings, my head spins,
my heart aches.

NOW!

i watch helplessly
as The Hand...

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 to my son, Tito 


A handful of sand in the angel's palm,
how often you strummed and sifted the metaphor 
of Long Beach (since you were four and rolled 
and unrolled and jotted down the specks of time 
as if you knew what was behind...

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Children have gone, house settling down;
     sitting and sifting through memories found.
How quickly life passes--a grandma now
     I wish I could reverse the clock somehow.
I didn't know how quickly they would grow
     into...

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