Linger Poems - Poems about Linger

~ caressed by a passing breeze - distant echoes of what was - fills a void ~ ...

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Morning dew in my newly bloomed red clover cloak A warm breeze kissing my cheek I want to bathe in the sunshine This creature that I am tasting the first sweets of spring I want to hide away in the moss growing beneath my feet To grow up into the branches of this cherry tree Would she be my shelter Please don't...

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My wish is to make it into an anthology I've framed thought with gold leaf and slag buffed them into positive and negative action. At times I've both bullied and buttressed the weak trimmed away and added insult to my fellow man They say there's only one path at times darkness has thoroughly dusted this man. the heart beats out of...

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I woke trembling on the threshold of dawn as dappled sunlight through my window shone Upon my primed canvas there had been drawn a masculine image with finely chiseled cheekbones What virile fantasy had I born while in flight for my hand to have created such a dashing face In stippled darkness of my dream-filled night,...

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Why have I thrown myself backwards while I was trying to feel the cold through the glass he built up. See, I just wanna know, I just wanna be sure, I just want to be, someone who can live without. Am I not allowed to feel the glass parts cutting rather my hair off then my face...

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In the twilight of thought, where shadows of reason linger, I find myself floating in an ocean of consciousness, A man, a whisper against the turbulent waves of culture, Each wave a metaphor, each ripple a memory of forgotten understandings. Culture, they say, is a tapestry woven from the threads of individuals, Each unique response to nature, a stitch in...

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Moments mirror slow-motioned silhouettes, suspended in the still of trickling time. Your hands have yet to feel me, though I've never felt so touched. Tangled in the tension between our bated breath, eager to explore, altering the air now heavy and electric. Fleeting flashes blur between...

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Are we strangers now? With memories neither of us can let go And smiles we know Were never really true As we walk past each other In empty corridors I wonder Will you ever Realize My eyes still linger on you. ...

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Do you want to see those days back again See those missing friends Is there someone you’d want to hug a little longer Love a little stronger To see them when you want to Kiss them again too Say all those things you left unsaid Words waiting not to dread As daylight shadows grow longer In this yesterday I linger Laughter on your lips completer In...

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I ripped the skin off my fingers, I didn’t want a fingerprint that had touched you to linger. You could never deserve the feeling that my fingers could grace your skin, spat out your kisses as if I didn’t love the taste of toxicity that dribbled down my chin. Never known a love to stay,...

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Our memories linger all our days Those who say they fade away Never hear the whisper of a gentle wind by their side Nor see the seagull overhead ...

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trace outline charcoal smudge deciphering what it is to be this person that is here captured so beautifully as they repel all that is light to become the comforting darkness ...

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He held my hands, I wanted pulling away My heart beat is unstable, scared if I linger I wouldn't want to let go. Loneliness drove me into his arms, it wasn't my intention from inception. He felt safe like a well with no water, my emotions were as sky with no clouds, having mind of its own, as...

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In the realm of triumph, memories of victory linger First came the bear, then the lion did swiftly appear A stone in a sling, propelled with mighty force, Now comes a giant, down goes the giant with remorse. The ancient of days resides within your walls, The Special One lives inside of you bearing His flames, In His mighty Hands, the...

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The foggy mist rose swiftly from the creek. It encircled the pampas grass like a wreath. The verdant razor blades of grass were bleak. As the creamy plumes were wet beneath On the qui vive for any movement of nature Longing to linger and watch some more Duty calls me to responsibility~ wager If I respond to that call as before ...

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