Lingering Poems

Lingering Words

Words

arise and die

simultaneously~

lingering words

are prolonged

death~~




“The secret of it all, is to write in the gush, the throb, the flood, of the moment – to put things down without deliberation – without worrying about their style – without waiting for a fit time or place. I always worked that way. I took the first scrap of

Raw lingering heartbreak

He cries
Yes sometimes
The memory burnt in
Hot iron press into his weak mind

He saw the flowers yet again
Some bustling with life
Half drooping and dying diligently
And he saw

Theres something sinister in the mind
When you realize you near the end of a chapter
All you can do is read on until it ends
... 
Well what if you dont want

LINGERING

LINGERING
Photographs linger in my mind—
faded snapshots of a backyard,
the swing creaking in the breeze,
the taste of lemonade,
the warmth of sun-soaked afternoons.

I chase those moments,
but they dissolve like mist,
leaving only the chill of absence,
the ache of what was,
and what will never be again.

©2025 Sara Etgen-Baker

Lingering leaves of gold frolic in the autumn wind

"Lingering leaves of gold
frolic in the autumn wind,"
Swept up by bygone breezes,
already collapsing
before they begin,
As disillusionment clouds an overtired soul—

Misplaced and irretrievable
To a society that ravenously
disembowels empathy,
Twists and mangles trust
until it becomes unrecognizably disfigured,
Leaving the carcass to be plucked by bone-thin vultures,

Fed by culture’s apathetic, parasitic narcissism,
Under the boiling, pre-winter sun.

Lingering leaves Frolic

 


               "Lingering leaves of gold
           frolic in the autumn wind"
        and I am lost in a swirling,
      

Lingering Love

She never did say, I could just tell
Fear of the unknown, held her without bail
A heartbeat so proud, subdued without sound
Longing to speak..she walked away from a man

For love and all its treachery 
In silence unheard...

Lingering Dusk - Thomas Kinkade

mountains white
    bathed in the light
        of sunset bright
dusk lingers
    sun's fingers
         are joy bringers
humble homes
    with tent-like domes
         shine like chromes
nestled here

A Lingering Dream

Someday to write
the greatest poem
The most powerful words
forever to hear

Someday to write
the moment solemn
Where time will stop counting
— and prescience endears

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025) 

The Lingering

follow the poolside shadows
Venus of Delphi
daughter of bitter waves
peek through the peephole
of my glaucous thorax
open your byzantine eyes and
spurn your locomotor ataxia

one glance at our vitreous hands
– a sight for blind sore eyes 
one brush of our riveted lips
– gone astray in malformations
one ponderous confession later
– immaterial as a shadow of the lash

let the weeping

Lingering in the Rain

my muse
my unspoken words
our antithetical stories
your charm
your goodbye before the dawn

i traced the lines of our fate
never aligned
the red string woven around
which seems too weak 
your presence lingers around me
like a shadow

rain poured down before
before we became alive
before I let it out
before I could hold on
before you screamed it out
I watched you being washed away

Lingering Fumes

An empty packet of Gauloises,
black coffee, a croque monsieur.
An aromatic café
breakfast in the Montmartre.

Later I switch to Camels,
a bumpy ride to seek out a friend
in the sixth arrondissement,
that night I left my Dunhill lighter
on her bedstand.

The cigarette lighter
had value,
I had haggled for it in Malacca,
eventually a young Hindu guy
reluctantly parted with it
as if selling his

Lingering emotions

Lingering emotions, restless thoughts,
Old memories haunting yet soft.
Fleeting time grasped in moments,
Echoes swirl of reckless promises.
Lingering emotions, empty stares,
Hollow heart , and soft regret 
Staring at the ceiling there I sat , 
Hinting a regret of what could've been said
Lingering emotions, bittersweet disguise 
Those deceiving eyes breathtaking lies
Every glance a hint ,a dare,yet
I am left

Lingering Questions

Can I die from a broken heart?
If I smile through the agony
Will it tear me apart?
Or will I somehow be ok?

If I drag myself out of bed
Clear the poisonous thoughts
Out of my fragile head
Will I somehow be ok?

Can I die from a broken heart?
Should I lay here and never leave
Or rise and focus on a

Lingering Embers of an Abandoned Campsite

I'm drawing the sun on an empty ceiling 
But I still bring the clouds in my own way 
You wanted a goddamn college essay 
But there was nothing else to say 
She's the tortured soul in all of us 
Stare with sympathy until your eyes begin to rust 
Carve a smile into unsuspecting jaws 

Under the vast, star-studded veil of the unknown, the lingering mystery whispers gentle secrets

Under the vast, star-studded veil of the unknown, the lingering mystery whispers gentle secrets,
People traverse invisible battles, shrouded in night’s silent sighs,
Each day we encounter wounded spirits, as fragile as morning dew,
Hiding their sorrow behind masks of smiles,
Like the moon concealed by fleeting clouds.
Their hearts, like delicate glass, locked in fortresses of silence,
Adorned with "No

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