Float Poems - Poems about Float

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Under the starry sky, where thoughts float like incense smoke in the deep night, I feel the shiver of fear, like cold water flowing over my soul, deep and silent, I just wish to stretch time, to embrace the moment like a wave kissing the shore, I feel the shiver of fear, my dear, and I just want...

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Under the starlit sky, where dreams float like birds of light, tears and oceans weave together the story of salt, a tale where only the waves are crowned with boundless beauty, while tears, hidden gems, vanish into the shadows of hands. They, reflecting the stars with painful grace, are like diamonds sparkling in the depths of night, yet we sail on...

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My life is like an ocean rising ups and dissentions Oh! did I mention A man walking atop the waters If I look on to Him I will not sink nor swim In life sometimes sinking Life is like an ocean Jesus keeps me a float- But on top I shall walk I the peace, stillness of Jesus I keep Him in perfect peace For if...

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In the flow of time where memories float like leaves over the silent river, I will keep in my soul our kisses, lips burned by the fire of love, And how you gave me everything you had, every corner of your soul and every dream, And I offered you what was left of me, pieces of sky and...

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My drinks enticing and sweet On a chair in the middle of the street My little floaters been dinged Roiling waves the edges singed The wood alive with roiling flame Waters pulsing like a broiling brain The cars flow downriver like syrup I float on my raft with an empty cup My chair cant sink among the heat Its not the damn drivers seat So...

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In the cold tub, at ten-thirty in the morning, I float like a wreck after a week of drinking and gambling, My body trembles, my mind is a dense fog, when suddenly the phone rings like a bell in an empty church. A young voice, a folk singer, tells me she has kicked out her boyfriend, his...

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Float in the body sack, the cops are not going to think you were murdered, they will still bid you a 'good morning' if it is morning, or eye you with a deep professional suspicion. Keep floating. If a part of you slips out of the body sack nudge it gently back. You're a sailor, you have shipped a lot of water, but unless your green has forgotten how...

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In a garden of shadows, where dreams float like petals in the evening breeze, The little girl walks the thin line of time, a path of mist and unfulfilled longings, Night approaches like a dark wave, ready to crush the bones of dreams, The woman hides beneath the sheets, listening as silence turns into whispers. On each side of...

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Scissors Cut cords in half, Tethers binding gone, poof… I do float through life reaching out As new. ...

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In the deep silence of my thoughts, where ideas float like leaves on a silver lake, I feel my political opinions dancing on the edge of a dream of anarchy, Not the anarchy of men with bombs and faces hidden in shadows, but that pure freedom, Where control melts like snow under the spring sun, a place without...

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Suspended volumes sitting on an unseen shelf seem too big to float ...

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When I see him, I feel weightless, floating— His smile, his laughter, A wonder so bright, It brings endless joy to my heart. I’m left breathless Every time he’s near. I love all of him— Everything he offers, And even if he gave nothing, Still, I would love him the same. He holds the happiness I seek. He acts tough, But I know, Behind the walls he’s built, Something great...

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Through the labyrinth of my thoughts, I float like a shadow on murky waters, seeking meaning in the silent noise of the world, where men believe their lives are extraordinary, but in essence, they are nothing more than withered leaves carried by the wind of indifference. Their stories, like crumbs scattered on arid ground, awaken only a desire to erase...

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The dead are talking to me in dreams The living are mute They stare at you with intent I pass them silently, in a hurry I’m going to bring my father back. Dead or undead He doesn’t belong in this in between Every night I search to find him by an old well, starting...

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