Plagued Poems - Poems about Plagued

The night stood, veiled like a nun. Wherever she looked, She saw a hooded assassin, staring at her with eyes like fireballs. Leaving aside the unfinished works, she curled into bed, tired. Thoughts once dead, ...

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"You do not think! You do not learn! You only play With fire & burn. You will not speak. You will not cry. You simply wait For me to die." Well, it is I Have held my tongue For all this time. Now you are gone. Now I am done. Well, it is you Whose Memory Lives on in me. No - Not memory. Yes - Misery! I was never good with words. I...

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oh, memories of a childhood friend I couldn't forget if I tried he lived just two blocks away from me ...

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She leads me down the road Turns around and says that she’s not sure any more Sometimes things go wrong People change Nothing stays the same If only you could see Hiding in the past won’t bring us back It only causes pain Something that will always remain It’s better that you go now Turn another corner Change your name Nothing stays the same Tears for yesterday will...

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Memories and images deep in my soul, They dwell there silently, fond imagines that never grow old. A little girl holding on to her father's hand, How she longs to see his face and to be his little girl once again. A young man who stood before our country and the world, And promised the glow of that candle would...

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In the splendorous sapphire space of my pristine heart, shimmering in the sanctified radiance of the indigo night, you gleamed like seraphic sequins of argentine moondust, making me feel fascinated as I sensed your cerulean sheen. My heart morphed into a mesmeric turquoise lake, where the rose petals flying from my garden floated with the reflection...

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Memories of whip-lashing words steeped me deep into a roil of rancid oil my soul a weeping blistered sore my heart a gangrene amputee pus-green-memories rupture to plague me infection still oozes from core’s moaning cracks in a pale cringe I sniffled the cold floor my confidant a split lip half-wit tamed by the maim...

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When the monsoon returns this year, Will the tears fall again, as they did before? Will sorrow once more breach the dam of my heart, Spilling cold drops that mirror the rain? With every breeze, your warmth brushes past— Not real but remembered. Today, once again, I turn the brittle pages of my diary, Each line a wound still whispering your name. No...

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I hear a little girl laugh and see her sweet face recall the days of play the sweet cuddles and kisses then, I am taken to her name engraved and remember my sisters death in childhood . . . I can hear a baby crying in my dream and it is my baby in the dream I am running on a path that leads...

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Everywhere I turn, a new memory visits— a simple hair tie sitting beside the hair clip in the medicine cabinet. A Bright Eyes t-shirt still lays at the bottom of the laundry basket. The blue nursing uniform, and the pink stethoscope—marked with the initials “K.C.”— a treasure, a marking of a calling so great. The letter from the hospital offering a placement to a young,...

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Plagued by the memories of insoluble illusions that hang on the tapestry of yesterday where mythological masks were worn in another time, another place and are relived in pictures hanging on my mind's wall of sadness and loss when dreams of moonlight madness remind of love's longing the remembrance of faces and places stay in tortured realms, trapped in my soul heartfelt reminders of crumbling...

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This, is where it began A scream Blood curdling An amalgamation of acid and iron Coagulates my blood Mother Instinct seizes Heart racing Legs race faster Thoughts race out of hand A...

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Sitting in a rocking chair trying to recall the passing years clutching a bible, he sits by the phone for a voice to remind him he is not all alone He can't help but wonder where the years have all gone and questions his purpose as life carries on He thinks of his family with great admiration the laughter and love...

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I am plagued by memories My eyes have seen things I will never un-see I am plagued by thoughts that my mind continually harbors Stuck in my mind, a prisoner in her quarters I’m outside looking in The farmer should’ve kept the healthy hen But he let her run...

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Cursed I am plagued by things of the now: daily physical aggravations for which doctors have given me no cure. Memories can’t afflict me the way my body has been bedeviled by ailments which do not even have a name. I suppose I can say the memory of a physician having injected me four times with a substance that gives some people dire side effects haunts me to this day. Cursed is...

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