Chasing Poems - Poems about Chasing

In the silence of the night, when the stars start to fade, I can feel the dreams I had, like a promise that betrayed. Once I held the fire, like a flame that was bright, But now I’m just a shadow, wandering in the light. I close my eyes and listen to the whispers in the breeze, They tell me...

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In the midst of grief I find myself chasing sleep I have tried sleepy time teas and kitty cuddles to please help me lasso the moon and find some sleep soon but no, it evades and I feel like I will fade...

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I give you space then I notice I'm back in your face Things are not the same and I'm the one left to chase I realize how silly I must look when I plead and beg There is no way to take back the words that I said I'm not getting no where so I'm done chasing I'm the...

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Some people worry that artificial intelligence will make us feel inferior, but then, anybody in his right mind should have an inferiority complex every time he looks at a flower. ~Alan Kay Obsession with artificial intelligence Has left me with pink elephants, As if recovering from the real world Has somehow become ensnarled More intensely in the quantum realm, Of...

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You wake up with a goal, at least, that's what you say. But take a moment, be real, what’s lighting your way? Is it passion? A purpose that stirs in your chest? Or just the grind to keep up and impress? You’re not building kingdoms. You’re just sending T-fare. So someone can smile, flip her hair, Eat your food, rest in...

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I run after a shadow, not quite mine, but one I want to be. Perfect in my eyes, not so perfect in others’. Trying to change because of judgment you’d never expect. In fact, it is true people whisper and hate. But years will pass, and they will learn their own flaws are just as clear. We all chase shadows, sometimes close enough, but some dreams aren’t meant to catch and that’s how...

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Out of grandma’s garden popped the onion twins of Hoes They ran around wildly, stomping down her neat rows Stop! She screamed, but they did not understand her word Thinking toddlers understand adult talk is kind of absurd...

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Dating vague memories Voice from the distant past Do I dare brave the unknown? Am I chasing dreams Or am I chasing ghosts ...

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Suddenly over the sudden years I have felt an encumbrance; I sense an albatross - the weight of sundry uncharted days. Times I chronicle today as if I were a wax cylinder or a broken spool in a cassette tape. A gray goose wing flight is my personal sky. I must write 'personal sky’ ten times a day so that the abated...

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And if today puts a period on forever I’m glad I got to spend it with you I’m glad we got to drink in a million golden sunsets I’m glad we got to dance to our own music in the rain I’m glad we got to laugh during the birth of a thousand sunrises I’m glad we got to collect...

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I remember he wore a dark, blue coat. But remembering doesn’t mean much. For a woman like me who feels fluttering and sees flying things. I remember he wore a light, orange coat. Then he turned into a traffic cone. While I stepped into the street. Nodding my head even without music. Sound is forgettable. Screeching cars...

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~ She chased a pretty butterfly, the field a minty green With Salvia and Baby's Breath, a watercolor scene As fast as her two feet could run, she touched its silken wing, so vivid, a kaleidoscope, a stained-glass kind of thing When suddenly the grasses swayed, she felt herself ascend Then laughed as every tree below began to twist and bend It seemed that something magical had happened 'fore...

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We are doing our best So why are we so hard on ourselves Chasing myths and legends Wears us thin around the edges Years lost not being true As if becoming you… Was a prize to earn with age Or a curse disguised as wisdom We trade space for knowledge But no payoff breaks the fall These balancing acts we try mastering Are perfection hollowing us...

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Around my desk I chase the words Some ridiculous, some absurd. Petootsie flashes me with her bum Multiplication demands a little sum...

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Ordinary days, just like before, No one knows the feeling of being ignored. It's always that one who makes the heart beat fast, In every way, giving the heart a blast. That someone is too far from reality, The impossible hits differently. Too good to be true to notice, Even in the smallest way, there's no space. It’s always you that gives a...

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