Best World Weary Poems

More than the grand fireworks display,
above chart-topper music blast;
What is the highlight of this night -
The Media Noche, New Year’s toast.

Above chart-topper music blast,
stay still...

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From the Nostril Vortex

I breathe in your perfumed 
Plasma leaves from the nostril vortex.
I thrive in the pleasant scenes and velvet touchings. 
I wince like...

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Now I watch close the shades of red and white
Falling on windows facing each other
mixing thoughts with a far older brother
one who for far longer...

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Evening Panorama


 
When the moon is intransigent to a gloomy cloud
Stars filching to stare the horizon
Sparkling luster luring across the sea
Lunged me to stroll along...

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I saw God today
In the face of a child.

I saw God today
In the bright blue sky.

I saw God today
In the face of a world-weary old...

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Wrapped up in a suit of mandarins
playing hop-scotch with 
a hillbilly from Enniskillen
whose left leg is filled with
soot and yellow dust
all wrapped up in a...

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A Perfect Company
By: Noel N. Villarosa


They are the big fish in a small pond
They received kudos and power widely
With their bunch of fives used as...

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Outward swing saloon doors,
Hanging heavy in the midday sun
Where but fools or legends walk
Burnt and scarred,
World weary

The gecko sings

Slow, rhythmical, a slow heavy march
Whining in...

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The suburban pressure cooker expelled its multiethnic horde north. Laden with implements of leisure, bicycles, kayaks, canoes and camping gear; world weary travelers of urban...

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When did you get to be so old?
Jowls. You have Jowls, and a hair
on your chin.
Not fat, no, but plump,
Grannie padded, cuddly.
Laughter lines Or
World weary...

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My vacuum cleaner’s broken, 
sits in the garage gathering dust 
Beside dad’s old green car,
oxidising an orangey rust
I tried washing it last week, 
and the...

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forgotten sound
of a father's voice,

only a fond memory of English Leather,

faces of children
not one's remembered,

melancholia captioned,

while snared in long wars
bereft of true glory,

cordite charred, world...

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etherial entities, Elsewhere and Elsewhen
  less than omnipotent but exceeding their parts
  abide in Netherverse, universal children
  intertwining potentials conceive child of...

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Journey's end of the final leg of our life.
Our independence, our kids want to take away.
You do your things and just please let us do...

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After truly listening to all the discussions decided to delete even the world weary darker side,
return to meditation and to listen, to listen.  For...

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