Floating(A) Poems - Poems about Floating(A)

I'm floating in the sea of emotions Like the waves I'm crashing to shore The storm that is raging within me I don't think I can take anymore The howling wind that is blowing has taken me Miles out to see I can't keep my head above water this is A dangerous place for me. Help me I'm...

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Dawn blazed gold, as my quest for gold began. I saw flickers of gold, twirl around the pan. Flashing between, the pebbles and sand. But then they arose, floating out of my hand. Sunflowers flashed golden smiles to the sun. But bowed their heads when dusk was done. For the glitter of gold, needs light to shine. Fading to rust and orange,...

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I should be going somewhere, I should be doing something, And be living a meaningful life but I'm not, instead I'm just Floating, floating, floating in a buoy; Here is where I am drifting nowhere near to anywhere and I'm distant, close to nothing distant and drifting Floating, floating, floating in a buoy; I don't know why I'm content with choosing less than the best for myself,...

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On a sliver of light, a pure dream settles, like a veil of whispers floating through time, Leaving behind a tender shiver in the heart of the evening, when silences bow in prayer. Hope is reborn from the ashes of memories, like an unbeaten longing in the trembling heart, Heavy shadows dissolve in my silent gaze, and an...

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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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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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