My Weary Soul Poems - Poems about My Weary Soul

Yes ,yes I was a precious soul Turned to a flower that's slowly decaying My roots are dead and gone Can only draw waters when I'm praying The stars allign enough to keep me breathing but never enough to keep me away from grieving I'm a question mark in motion when it comes to the act of living Sometimes wishing to...

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Weary we are or at least that aspect of identity Considering itself to be separate from source Exhausted oscillating in the world of duality Encased in feeble form, relying on use of force All striving futile, elusive is joy in permanence Finally, void of cessation, our last resource In silence we cognise soft voice of conscience Gentle love pulsations...

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this poem is my take on weary blues by langston hughes Langston hughes truly was a great poet and one of the best ever! Bombilating a snappy euphony rhyme Fingers crackling against palm and time I heard a soul play Down on dike street the other night By the dark alley illuminated by car lights Her words were a tail...

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WEARY SOUL The walls in my mind barricade me within myself Stripping me of everything worth anything to me inside All of my knowledge, all my power, and all of my wealth Leaves me with nothing; respect, compassion, love, dignity, or pride As the years crawl near -- to where I'll forever be Strapped and chained inside myself -- this evil...

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~Weary Soul~ (Free Style) Where should I go? What should I do? The past calls me I'm long overdue My soul is weary I feel so old With nothing to hold I'm feeling so cold I look at the sky The Mallorn trees I look at this land And beyond the sea I have to...

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We bruise and break our weary bones in search of faithful guidance supplied by mere tales; Concise, yet forever without answer. So when you find me as awake as ocean waves in the night, I will be stumbling and crashing into the barriers of my mind looking as I am now; For perhaps an attempt of poetic escape. And when my bones are found charred by the...

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Into this moment a tear Of hope float Upon my brow the tear Settle When the evening sun appear My soul get’s weary And retreat’s to the enchanted Garden of love With red tulips at my feet.....

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Entering a realm where time seems still Cherishing past memories and moments She treasures so dearly The road ahead is rough No matter how far or long she may go The journey’s end seems so far Days continue to pass by But reason and purpose Has almost faded Visits from friends, Letters from home, Gifts from loved ones All ease the heart Of the...

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