Careworn Poems - Poems about Careworn

... moon … beams that burn - that turn my surgings to slag my teeth to serrations, hungering … can those silly sentients not see the verity in my veneration, you? do they truly think it’s only......

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... ~ for Mom ~ you … kiss my hand three times as tender as a thistle, borne ‘my angel’ you whisper, as I kiss yours - skin as thin as paper careworn by the million things you hav......

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...I walk o u t... I am lost in unapproachable light—a spectral broth I am tasting the screaming silence—the archetypal observer dissects my essence-fossil Passion a seismic rupture betwee......

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...affable aardvarks amused arbitrators brash brazen baboons enjoyed escalators careless careworn camels circled sissy dark dusky deputies danced until dizzy eccentric entertaining elephants enthusi......

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... “no!” … he said, “they’ll ne’er take Piccadilly!” then downed a pint in one gulp … tucking five pounds under the edge of his sodden Churchill coaster, “bloody awful price!” he grumbled quiet......

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... I endure my arrogance like a leftover twin absorbed during gestation, seeing myself in everything, not only the eyes that watch me rocking back and forth in a corner in order to flip my ......

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... Chaos surrounds me there is no escape Moment of reflection is all I ask Oasis of calm in which I am draped Sanctuary of peace in which to bask, Sounds of world retreat, no longer intr......

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...Grandmother rocks in rocking chair Her careworn hands at rest in lap Blue eyes bright she seems aware Overcome with sleep taking a nap. Beautiful embroidery lies neglected Gnarled fing......

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... Happier Times Miracle Man 2-27-2023 I find some days to be like parched corn, a few have smoothness of whipped cream. Many days when I am feeling careworn, I look to my past and beg......

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...Goodbye Mom, my two older brothers cried. 1930 – I was born, our mother died. 1932 - Daddy remarried, careworn yet in time three more daughters were born. Goodbye, peace and home, So long, 19......

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..."The streams are my veins." --Constance La France Along the shores of the Ohio, I now call my home My heart rests in its origins, for there I was born......

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...Nigh are the chronicles through infant lens that begins its long unimagined page, and behold, all the world to its far ends shall in time be your playground and your stage. But for now we......

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...Fawning and falling, there goes your heart butting in again. faded careworn jean jacket's pockets frayed no longer the deep indigo to match her eyes, daring me to swing higher than she rocketin......

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...Day pulses within budding blue eyes. She lays solo in the rickety bed - a hand-me-down from a cousin removed. Dust bunnies swirl and dance overhead in the early morning sun, beckoning her awake. ......

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...Careworn sun It was early Sunday morning. I saw a red sun struggling to get over a mountain range and then it was morning. A cat jumped up on a car roof, the vehicle's alarm sounded, blink......

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