Comfort Poems - Poems about Comfort

Let’s get this show on the road, The car's still empty and we can't seem to load Susie's applying makeup, Jake’s playing video games, Mary’s scrolling her socials, where friends call her names. I want to get to the airport, I want to be clambering into an Impressionist painting of the sea Ride the chestnut ponies, get back to something real, My...

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She is deliciously unhappy. Listening to heartbreak songs in minor keys, the melodies seem to flick her heart…flick,flick…Like the 4th grade bully who sneaks up behind everyone to flick an ear, thinking causing jolts of pain is the funniest thing since The Three Stooges. Yea, that's...

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“Blessed are the poor in spirit” I am broken by my pride and arrogance How should I ever see the kingdom of heaven “Blessed are those who mourn” My sins and offenses are innumerable Why would I deserve comfort “Blessed are the meek” I struggle with anger and aggression What makes me worthy of any inheritance “Blessed are those who hunger and...

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Curtains hail the night To yellow light surrendered God’s hand strokes my head....

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She always hated the sight of blood But now it had become her greatest comfort She felt her blood was the only one who understood What it was like to be judged Both hated on for their colour Both wanting to be hidden Both wanting to be invisible Each cut sent waves of euphoria throughout her body She wasn't a masochist...

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My parents didn’t teach me love— I learned it from the silence. My mother never asked why my eyes were red. She looked, but never really saw. My father only noticed me when I made a mistake. Love, in our house, was conditional. Thin. Breakable. Absent. So I taught myself how to hug my own shoulders when no one else reached out. How to whisper "it's okay" when the shouting outside made the inside...

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Time was money was when a mindful mate That gave me time enough to feel its feel-- The touch of grain and texture of its state, How one hesitates ere part with the bill-- Crisper the notes harder to part was it, The time it takes to wean out the wallet That gives enough time to be wise and discrete To look...

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I wore this blue shirt the last time I saw my friends And maybe the time before that And possibly the time before that I have three comfy shirts They are appreciated and well loved More than a whole closet of clothes that never leave their hangers I like comfort, cozy fuzzy, warm. Did I say comfort? Comfort? COMFORT. My favorite pair of...

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Our love isn't a mime, nor a rhyming song, But one we sing that stings with grief and shame. A robe we wear with sorrow all night long, Our hearts no longer with passion's flame. The ripened time prepares to draw us wide, Our bond not stronger than a weathered stone. We stumble, yet let silence be our guide— Love suffers round...

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You are the warmth of the summer sun That makes me long for distant shores On a rainy day You are the gentle breeze that bathes my face At the end of winter when spring flowers Come out to play You are the magnificence of the elusive moon That bids farewell to a day of joy And renders me whole You are the sweetness...

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My mother~ the reason my heart begins to beat, my guardian angel, my warm blanket of comfort. In her care, my dreams take root and bloom. She is my guiding light in every storm. She is the song most suited to my dance, the well of love, of kindness, care. The only star in my ocean’s sky, the reason I sparkle like sunlit gems, the...

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I laid down my stone cold head boiling with thoughts on my mother's lap. The warmth of the lap touched my heart and soul easing my troubled psyche. I slept on that warmth with great comfort like a baby ...

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This place where I sit so unfamiliar to me this is not what I had imagined not what I expected this is not the path I was walking on must have slipped through a wormhole a mysterious splice in time and materialized stumbling on the other side or, somehow swept up into a tornado drifted on the blustery wind spat out viciously, just like Jonah to this...

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Sitting in it. The evening sunlight stretched across my lap like a thin blanket just meant to keep my legs warm. Birds chirp as they nestle in the trees. Their mother's outstretched arms. Fairies flicker in the golden light singing the flowers to sleep. Spirits of the sky and dirt bustle about as the day slips into night. Honey colored rays fade into pale...

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