Clung Poems - Poems about Clung

... Wipe away the tears and listen to the voice – of a heart who knows, love is the only choice ~ by author Tears didn’t come when I first heard The words of this illness, so absurd......

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...In the mystery of the night, when stars weave their dance on the velvet black sky, I embrace the echo of love that resonates like a symphony of unfulfilled dreams, like a sea whispering desires in ......

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...A gossamer hung on the graveyard's gate. A spider clung to steel, consuming its meal. It had no need to know dinner was served late, Nor sensed ghostly keels the summer winds conceal. Th......

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...Like a storm trapped in her chest she moved in circles footsteps restless heart pounding louder than thought. She had lived inside a lie vowed to love through anything clung to promises alrea......

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...Forged in the cradle of crumbling stone, The river murmured like an elder's song, A silver thread through earth’s old bones, Unraveling what never should belong. Like lightning shaped in liqui......

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...At times the soul gets clenched, in an unspeakable grief. In a demoniac grip, it chokes and w r i g g l e s~ The pain of being stung by a dozen scorpions or hacked piece by piece by an axe. ......

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...Her breath was warm with coffee and sin, Laced dark on my tongue, sharp and thin; A bitter taste clung to the curve of her smile, As dawn broke, trembling, and silent awhile. Her hands, soft th......

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...Summer Solstice 2025 Friday, June twentieth at 10:42 Post Meridian Eastern standard time will find Earth's North Pole tilted closest toward sun. This demarcates most daylight hours of the......

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..."After the March" Almost eight years, the flags have flown, A soldier's wife, yet so alone. Eight years of heartache, silent cries, Of wiping tears and telling lies Like "I'm okay," when I was......

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...Upon the tracks of learning, a conductor stood at the fore— Not steering a wheel but stirring minds towards motion. Trusting in passengers whose hands would not be still, Grasping tickets of knowl......

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... POTD June 15 2025 Smoke And Mirrors – Channelling in the Spirit of Edgar Allan Poe When regulation picks at pillaged dreams The searchlight shines its ......

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...Let It Be I held his hand through storms at night, He clung to me with quiet might. The world was loud, but we stayed still, Two hearts that bent with stubborn will. He whispered low, just let......

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...In the dust and drums of a battered land, Rose a flame from the heart of golden sand. Ibrahim Traoré, son of the soil, With hands unbought and feet unsoiled. Not born of palace nor Western mold......

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... Uncle was a spelunker drove to the caves in his clunker (it was quite the junker) without a sound he sunk underground pitch black as night and on his hat a bright white light (the ......

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... I woke long before he did, quietly slipped from his side and donned his warm woolen robe. As difficult as 'twas to leave him, to have awakened him— I'd never have been able to leave his......

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