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 and bone
filtering through fibers as escalating fears
harbor broken dreams evaporating in waning years
as visions petrified reside in somber tone
upon a...

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Still comes to me
Sitting by the fire
Lamenting my regrets...

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Tis weary when thoughts thunder in looped replay
Would it not be better if they just went away?

Thy storms have brewed and built for weeks
Plummeting with lamenting opinions that reek

Bitter these pills now thou hast taken in turns
Rancorous choices thou doth seek now to spurn 

Twas...

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Haunted are winds...
sometimes towards north or south
or east or west
even the air at times is dusty
through eyes and noses
and all senses
they converge and if 
they query through questions
repeat frequencies
and let their problems
a variable
even answers are still
the poised presented
to observers
now nothing is left
but a mimic flower
found...

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She rose at dawn
and laid the mat,
not from longing,
but from old habit.

She bowed, then sat,
hands curled in form,
but the heart lagged—
a breath behind.

Whispers once lush
now stumbled dry—
echoes of names
once called with fire.

The tasbih clinked
without intent,
rolling bead by bead
without a soul.

She used to plead,
soaking her sleeves,
but...

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