Lingers Poems - Poems about Lingers

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I can still feel your lips on mine, And your fingers tangled in my hair. I still smell your sweet perfume— It lingers softly in the air. It’s as if you're with me every hour, As if your love gives my heart its power. As if I’ve known you a thousand years— And would fall for you again through joy and tears. Won’t...

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I stepped into a world unknown, Where seeds of silence had been sown. New faces turned but did not speak— A quiet strength for hearts to seek. She watched me with a steady gaze, As if to read through subtle haze. No words were said, yet much was told, Through eyes that searched, serene and bold. Her glance, a question held in time, A...

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When those in this nation, ...

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Night creeps into midday, enters the dawn and lingers, it arrives too early on a summer evening. This night-light is moonless, it surrounds you as you drive to a gravesite, or as you lay in a clinically white mausoleum too close to a fraying thread of life. It slides under a thought, smothers it, as you reach for a dark-red wine a glass saturated with...

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The thunderstorm slows, the rain abates There is that eerie wind, then silence that follows like a stray dog and you remember screaming as the rain poured in cursing, every curse you knew. And now all is silence, a steady drip in the kitchen And the raving maniac that you became is quiet, the fire forgotten for now But like the storm the...

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There are gifts that I have treasured. One have I with worth unmeasured. One day I turned into a swan. In poetry, this lingers on. A young man smiled and gazed my way. The sun was he, and...

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I’ve come to understand your life’s hidden ways, No longer the fool lost in your praise. I carve out my space, yet refuse to take flight, My sorrow lingers, unyielding, in sight. The century turns its back on my plight, What’s become of humanity’s light? Deep in the heart, my secrets remain, Not a soul has yet heard my silent refrain. My truths...

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In the city of dread, Lies a haunted, ghostly homestead. The masonry draped in cascade of red, Shared a foul, rot & putrid smell as he's dead. Deeply I endured & tried hard to encroach, A sigh of relief turned the moment's approach. A shadow emerged, dark in ambush, Staring with gleam & hunger in rush. Erasing the gap, he turned distinct, His name,...

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it’s past sleep the presence of quietness lingers dark cheeks against the window pane but there’s light on my side of the street Christmas lingers like electricity surging through wires and the switch won’t be turned off quite yet my tree stands tall in its present darkness because it’s past sleep but my mind lingers over this poem that I must complete before I climb under warm sheets and I switch to dreams of proverbial sugar plums no crumbs left for the...

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There is always a piece in your heart for each love you've ever felt...

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I haven’t left my house in days With everything else I’ve tried the anxiety still lingers My dreams wound me and my nightmares mock me Was it never meant to be? My friends stopped asking for me when I disappeared for months on end It’s too late now My supplies are running out I’ll need to face the sun...

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"kinda lingers" the taste and the smell...

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It's been twenty years since my last confession, And my confession was about you, A tale of love and silent obsession, The beating of a heart that I once knew. In this my confession, my soul laid bare, I spoke of the yearning, the secret of my desire, The memories of your touch, soft as air, Kindling flames that time could not...

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Deep within my heart a hollow resides, A hidden love, concealed from prying eyes, Its flames, like embers, burn softly and glow, With no hope of flaring up from the faux. Only in secret, do furtive eyes meet, Forbidden yearnings, longingly discreet, These stolen moments, are all we can keep, So shallow, when we yearn for love so deep. Each furtive touch, a...

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