Comfort Poems - Poems about Comfort

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 enough time to feel its feel, The touch of texture, and the state of Nate, And hesitation hailed ere parting the bill— The crisper which was, all so well was it, The time taken to open the wallet, Time taken to wait and deliberate, Feel all the wiser for the discrete...

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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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Age does not define us, But our choices surely do. How I live my life may not At all appeal to you. We have to find that comfort zone Between our younger verve And, in our later years, that well Of vigor in reserve. Some people choose to stay at home, Quite happy to embrace The extra time to just relax, Not going anyplace. While others, with...

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love is simple yet profound let me hold your hand no matter the time walks talks prayers let me comfort you no matter the moment sadness pain anger let me kiss you no matter the place private public let me spoil you no matter the occasion just because let me protect you no matter the reason spiritually physically let me be your peace no matter the situation overwhelmed chaos stress let me...

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In a realm of tranquil illusions, weary spirits find thrones of comfort, Lives frozen in monotonous dances, dolls forgotten in the windows of dead time, Middle-aged souls, ghosts of lost hope, nestle into routine, The leaden embrace of stagnation promises them an eternity of divine peace. Deep within the soul, fear sneaks in like an underground stream, The fear that...

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Down the river Far from the emptied swimming pools Far from skateboards Down the cold, foaming river Sitting, reclined in a floating rubber tire Skin tanned from summer sun T-shirt stained from farm work Dirt, mud, sticks, fire All muddle your shirts colors Your mouth full of smoke In your hand, a rolled paper smoke In your top coat pocket, three more stand Resting like bullets...

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