Carried Poems - Poems about Carried

a fear of commitment or fear of marriage exuberant, swinging and downright unapoligetic he calls music the woman he always In every genre she still wishes to be pleased even we you disagree even when she refuses to inspire even when others don't hear what your hearing a little adive they right people to tool that htaang getting it where you know it should be when my mind refuses...

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I walked that road when crisis struck— voices blurred, strangers recoiled, and help summoned cold authority. Then a kind man appeared— heart vast as hope’s horizon— he paused his world to meet mine, ran through traffic, time bending to his kindness. In less than an hour, my turmoil bowed to a gentleness I thought lost. Across the miles, a penny’s cost multiplies—mockery, bullying, endless arguments shaded...

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I understood your silence, the weight you carried in your soul like an old and relentless burden, The battles you fought behind closed doors, like storms raging in the depths, The nights when sleep eluded you, like a fleeting shadow, and the mornings when you rose again, steadfast, I knew the trials that left deep scars, the wounds...

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I have loved like windows love the morning- quietly, without asking to be noticed, just hoping someone would open them. There were nights when the moon knew more about me than anyone ever would- how I curled inward, folding grief into origami birds, sending them across invisible winds toward the edge of forgetting. I have lost things I never held- names, chances, whole lives that might've been...

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If money were just withered leaves carried by the wind, I would open a small flower shop on a forgotten street, where days drift by slowly, and the air smells of fresh, gentle rain, and the wind always carries the scent of clear mornings. I would live alone in an old cottage, deep in the mountains, where the trees are...

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I am carried by the wind of longing, a leaf in a never-ending storm, The wind brings whispers with your name, a melody that once was ours, Woven through the fabric of my hopes, but the wind knows no home, It carries promises and illusions, your gaze once anchored, now shattered in shards. I search in the places you...

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Rustling, blowing, whooshing Like the moments before twilight, Following shadows home, stolen Lights, glistening across the night, Hesitant as the forest’s calm, Still blessings, wafting through dawn, Rising like dew graced petals, Reflecting the darkness, the loss Of a moment before morning warms, Sunlight reaching through the limbs, Oaks and maples, painted graceful, Listening to the brilliance of fiery golds, The satin joy of burgundy and...

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In the dream of others, I struggle like a leaf carried by unknown winds, Caught in a web of desires and expectations not my own, my soul a voiceless prisoner, I navigate illusions, a shadow lost in a maze of borrowed dreams, And wonder, with each step, how much of me remains, how much is lost in the...

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Somewhat needed. Your presence allows me to feel... effectively treated. Fleeting. As is all. Resting Ever tentatively. Enticing Ever memorably from, I can't recall? Incessant static, analogous to comparison. Amenable. Hits the spot. Chasing what you've lost. By leaving it behind. ...

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Through thinned forests where the dew of time is carried, the ancient chant of desire roams, And shadows of men, like spirits in festivity, stretch their endless palms of wanting. Sleepwalkers amongst stars that never slumber, searching for treasures in lands of silver, But their hearts are locked treasuries, clamoring tribute, never a sacred obol to proffer. In the...

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Do not memorize the words I whisper about thee in this dreamy life. I have all the traps to combat these bad habits, they stop me from living this life inside my head. Tired of running to corners to cover up the bleeding story of love and solitude. The cursed names were part of my tiny past worlds....

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Only when writing do you become ageless Communing with eternity — transcending time (Dreamsleep: February, 2024) ...

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I get up every day with the life I thought is mine And before I get my share done, watched you silently asleep and I smile I knew that the moments of me walking alone the house is limited So as I wait for your parades, I get things done. I work and work and work. My...

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My Lord is the single path in the sand Heavy with my load As I am broken and tired And felt like I could no longer prevail He is my Rock My Strength My Hope, My Salvation He has guided me with wisdom Spoken to me through the gospels Shown me the way The devil may try to lead me astray But I will do as...

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thank you to the ones who carried me here the ones that became my parents when my parents couldn’t hear me the ones who took in that little girl and saved her the ones who became her friends when the ones she had made her feel like who she was was wrong the ones who defended this body...

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