Close To Poems - Poems about Close To

She sits next to me As my mind wonder in the dark You're like a close member of the family. Let me hug you like this As the world is needing love Making you as my last refuge. Which words I feel Makes you important in this life The harsh or gentle words or just soft touch. My hands keep smelling Perfume...

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Stretch forth thy hand and touch the palm Of my hand, write a verse on it and memorize it Morning feels like lead pressing upon my head and evenings stare at me with a frown, and from a distant I could see that you want to break down and cry, but you were just pressing it in as you try...

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Our Crystol tells of tiny fairies, fair, but what about the one who had to cry, who broke her rudder, and she couldn't fly? I see her lost and drifting through the air, is there none to believe, and none to care? To gather teeth, her plan has gone awry, this delicate creature who's caught my eye, oh please, my charming fairy don't...

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As Earth turns And Sun burns Humans in our infinite hubris Carry on the great tradition of Icarus Fly fly fly Right to the edge Saber rattling as we go Daring the other To take the bait Take to the air And fly fly fly Ever closer to the sun (8/6/24) ...

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While my head slumps low, on both crouching knees, my meek soul doesn't know, rhyme nor reason seize, on both crouching knees, while my head slumps low, rhyme nor reason seize, my meek soul doesn't know. There'd be a stake-knife, that choice heightened soul, dreams larger-than-life completes source cores whole, that choice heightened soul, there'd be a stake-knife, completes source cores whole,...

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Close to the belly Are stomach, heart and ribs Which everyone love....

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Too close to the edge, I was once To rain and storm, I used to dance I used to play with the sun and moon Hoping my glory would come to soon I chased my fate on deathly plains Hoping that race would bring me gains I travelled mountains, near and far Trying to rope...

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I walked the garden path holding all the intimate hands, nurtured in the impermanent world the hope of durability of me loved and belonged, and me owning and retaining. Times changed, didn’t know why storm of dismay surged. The garden got ravaged, the trodden flowers tarnished, I now walk a lonely walk in the garden turned wasteland. The crushed...

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Memories of a bleak childhood haunted him ever and anon. Whenever he thinks of that dark day, a thousand blades cut through him. Shocked by the ferocity of that memory, his mind still goes insane. Old wounds are bleeding, as their scabs are scratched. Born so poor, his family was denied the privilege of even a square meal. His...

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“Stay in your lane and do not veer” A warning that I’d always hear. With guarded glances, signals shown, I steered my way, no danger known. But fate, it struck with sudden might, Sideswiped, my world spun into night. Grasping hard to steer the wheel, Out of control, a new ordeal. Flat tire, airless, veering wide, No chance to...

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Could you climb or would you fall What is too close to the edge Are you optimistic or You pessimistic...

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The world tilts into a crescendo, manifesting a lure of viral plague, pervasive and fangs virulent, sickening coquettish carnivorous creatures. Why bother with their musings, why care? A question that reminds me I am human, but am I? Do I appear as one of you? Not even slightly, something much more, horrifying. As the witching hour casts its gloomy pallor, I am ensnared, in the icy grip of...

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In the silence of the night, a soul in turmoil rests, Too close to the edge, where the breaking point tests. A symphony of chaos, a mind about to crack, Yearning to scream, but courage it does lack. Stressed to the max, burdened with heavy chains, Heart pounding loudly, as despair remains. At the cliff's edge, gazing into the abyss deep, A...

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"I'm going down to the river gonna take me my rocking chair Going down to the river gonna take me my rocking chair And if those blues don't leave me Gonna rock on away from here" by George Harrison...My father-in-law used to say this a lot but it was from an old Blues song probably more of a...

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In the hush after the storm's refrain, Butterflies emerge softly once again Their wings a painted canvas of pure gold Fluttering gently, kissing blossoms untold Droplets of rain still cling to the air, Glistening like diamonds upon flowers fair The lightning's flash, the thunder's roar, Now replaced by a tranquil rapport. Spring whispers secrets to the earth, Giving the butterflies a new...

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