Best Wearied Poems

  "Wearied Wanderlust"

upon a gilded meadow glows a bottle of tender tears
scattered ashes burnt and laden carpeting of stone
ravished emotions turbulent feasting on flesh...

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Within the frame a sepia scene
a dusty porch   a rickety chair   
the fabric of your dusky face creased
with ceaseless sunbaked woes
your...

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I woke trembling on the threshold of dawn 
as dappled sunlight through my window shone 
Upon my primed canvas there had been drawn 
a masculine...

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And I begin my own steep climb into 
The Chalkland Downs              ...

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In a tranquil trance,
admiring elegant swans,
flowing along stately streams,
I rested my wearied head,
upon her soothing bosoms.

Her subtle fingers pacified
melancholic tones within the
chambers of my misplaced...

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I've sailed across many mystic seas
while hazy moonlight washed over me.
I watched glittering stars shine till dawn,
then closed wearied eyes and stifled a yawn.

By shadowed...

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His fragile fevered brow is soaked with life’s sweat
Nearing the end, his death has not arrived just yet
Shivering, his body is on fire, he makes...

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This is my humble tribute to our dear Soup member Andrea Dietrich, using some of her poem titles. This is actually inspired by a contest...

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Poetry won't hold her tongue
When desperate times
And the little men they breed
Would counsel silence.

     She bursts instead Athenalike
   ...

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‘Come bring my bow of English yew and raise me from this bed
And let me look upon the wood where once I lay my head’
With...

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In a mass grave so long ago,
They spoke to me before they died,
I saw their souls, the outward flow,
All hope buried beneath that tide.

The many...

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"For all sad words of tongue and pen,
 the saddest are these, 'It might have been'."         ...

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Brutes, in name of God, to show their might,
fixed laws, that you’d succumb like measly sheep.
Womankind, kind woman, rise and fight.

Innocents of war with smiles...

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A raging river tenaciously floods
Tannins and silts combine to dark blood

A hut, just fifty metres, occupying their sight
Two men, cold and wearied, stuck for the...

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Eckhart Tolle says, "Life will give you whatever experience is most helpful for the evolution of your consciousness."

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To this, I say, bring it on
Throw everything...

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