Floating Poems - Poems about Floating

The days slip by, one by one. The page stays blank, flickered with tears. A line or two finally appears— hope ignited, just to be extinguished. The flame of hope barely exists anymore. The haha moments floating away, dispersed like a big, fluffy cloud— poof— the words disappearing into the big blue sky, leaving without a sound. The words no longer burning, no more yearning— just being, just thinking, just...

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All my life I have been music, a silent symphony floating through time, not the kind of melody that encourages dancing under the starlight, but the kind of music that fills your soul when you're alone and tears fall, without knowing why, like an unseen spring carving its path through rocks. Few have listened, and even fewer stayed to...

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Sue Storm, with her powers unseen, Tried hiding a cake, quite pristine. It floated away, On a gust, so they say, "My invisibility's rather mean!" ©bfa031925 (Invisible Woman)...

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They inhale the poisonous substance, adduction had no power over resistance; their brain's responsiveness is too slow: look at them: their glance is so mellow! This is the offspring of the floating potheads, they renounce everything that means strides; they sit in a relaxed pose with mindless eyes: soldiers fight the wars, while they enjoy puffs. " Vacant glances and sunken...

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from lips to God's ears y our true...

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I was an ethereal shadow in the corridors, a whisper of denim and shy glances floating among them, Invisible in their noisy bustle, a ghost with a too-polite smile, always on the edge, Their notes flew like grenades, exploding into laughter that tore through the silence eating away at me inside, I wore their words like a second...

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Dissociated Looking around Can’t connect the dots to who or what I was before My feet have been stained by a hundred strains of grass Seen and known outside the reach of this valley Years of travel has worn my soles Worn my soul Chipped away the pictures I painted of the world I wanted A cold world with a bitter tongue The broken...

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I have loved and been loved, floating on ivory wings of white and pure dreams, traveling through sapphire skies where scarlet ecstasy calls to me in secret, touching silver stars that shine like the hidden desires of the heart, feeling the silky, golden, and lilac joy enveloping my harlequin heart, melting under orange delights that whisper tales of longing, each...

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The psyche was burned and left us numb, floating like a boat without oars on an endless river, the world was darker than the pitch-black of a closet full of hungry bats, and the whiskey and wine seeped deep into our weary veins, when the blood was too weak to carry the burden of our lost dreams, we surrendered...

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there was a bookie named Jennings who had to pay the mob his winnings one day it was said he kept them instead and was later found floating in the Hudson ...

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A man from Connecticut found His legs would not reach to the ground. “I wish I was shorter,” He told a reporter, “To stop all this floating around.” ...

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I have been floating these days, in between thoughts, in between words. I have been grateful, and sick to my stomach at the unfairness of it all. Constellations strung together by invisible threads pull me back together, they place my bare feet gently back on soft grass. My, I have no idea of what I am...

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The world's apart The thorns of a glass are left to be held Mirror floating, broken with no reflection Heart shaken in disbelief No disper of fear, at any disposal A day ment nothing, as hours evaporated with the wind of life perishing thoroughly There is no chance to see further Everything it's consumed back to the...

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The oxide earth vapours, the vernal air trembles A dirty white sky overhangs in your glasses Viridian green tints the water, it shambles The exuberant stems of the lilies and grasses Like women with oars punt in David Brayne's pictures My senses are floating through waters in bloom No exaggerations in landscape are featured No lyrical effects, but seasonal gloom Filled with presentiment...

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Fields of scarlet rose Tossing winds Warming the soul Floating free A dream forseen Leaning onward gracefully Along the river Far and wide A posy Flutter Along the side Where blue sand Twirl A dreamy maze Searching questions Inkling retraced Alone I sail Searching deep Of wind blow pages A longing need To set my mind A future dream Hopeful yearnings Set me free A key of gold To turn the lock To open a door To find what's...

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