Familiar Poems - Poems about Familiar

I keep planting gardens in my wounds, wondering why everything tastes like rust. Maybe I don’t want to heal— maybe I just want prettier scars. Some nights, I mistake my reflection for something I’m supposed to save. It’s not love. It’s recognition. I keep circling the fire because I built it. I don’t miss the pain— I miss having something to blame. I never wanted happiness. I wanted...

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Today I felt the weight again - at least I'm feeling now. For months I floated, distant, watching myself from somewhere else. Now I write, I climb, I sweat, learning who I am beneath the numbness. I saw you after all this time, traveled far just to confirm what my heart already knew. You walked toward me, familiar but changed, and every word I'd planned dissolved...

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Some days are good some days are bad some may be OK while the rest could be the very best you ever had tho' there are those who go with what they know always stay the same consistency may be the key but I prefer to up my game some hands you win some hands you lose sometimes you break even then there's when you have to pay your...

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Your smile beckons my heart To come As soothing rays of the sun Nurturing famished hearts with warmth As keys to the essence of your soul Unlocking golden secrets yet untold As stirrings of a gentle but persistent wind Generously caressing both lovers and friends As welcoming as a long-lived tree A familiar yet majestic thing of beauty Your smile beckons my heart To come...

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In the middle of the woods I sit Becoming lost The world for me no longer a hit Pure Peace at no cost Watching the gentle water flow Completely still I am happily hiding from the everyday show On cool, quiet hill A smile of soft joy creeps up on me With Happy Thoughts of You A familiar white dove peeps in the form of...

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People may think that They know who this poem is about But they don’t, And they never will. I’ve met this boy. I haven’t known him long. But it feels like he’s been My friend since birth. He seems so familiar.. But I’ve never met him before. Calls that were hours and hours, As if we had all the time in the...

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The dryer spins noisily Old flannel revitalized Threadbare memories Warmly awaiting Life’s familiar touch ...

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This life is as familiar to me as five fingers, Yet I find flaws that are bound to remain. When I think of the future of generations, My soul withers... in various ways... My soul withers... in various ways... My life is drifting towards the west. There’s no time to turn or look back, Many souls pass by me in haste. Many haven’t grasped the...

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I see you in the faces of 10,000 strangers...

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Spirit of another Let me see thru your eyes I feel the understanding And I've come to realize It is you who scoops up my poop It is you who feeds me and fulfills me It is you who makes me purr It is you, my friend, my familiar My awe If only, I...

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Miles apart—aging and evolving, Familiar Faces—stars I forgot to name welcome me with gentle gravity. Doubts retreat, anxieties weaken— shadows realizing they are only shadows. I could not imagine the warmth of human light, til I stood bravely in their spaces. ...

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What color are your eyes? What weights are they showing you bear? Your tired eyes, they're piercing, They're too heavy to offer self care. You're exhausted, but need not rest, Sleeping won't cure what's hiding. Do my eyes offer yours comfort? Do they warm you to confiding? I know mine just as well, I'm aware mine paint demise. But I don't mind so still I...

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I'm pretty impressed with how beautifully the paint peels from the sparkling post box, how grass is iced into uniformity, the edges of leaves highlighted so I can't forget the world is magic although, I'm mesmerised by a stripe of fluorescent paint too, the way a 'for sale' sign tilts but doesn’t...

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year of the snake no it's been a decade of deceit with you...

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Man strives so hard, for what precisely? To live a good life, and die afterwards, What an Irony. Man wants to survive for what precisely To hope that someday a dream would be valid But today I understood better. life is a journey of different destination, if you work so hard and smart, and you don’t...

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