Pull At Poems - Poems about Pull At

...Welcome to my life—it's a wild ride with twists and drops that leave me breathless, mirroring the storms within. Heavy chains pull at me, and though I rise, gravity reminds me of my place—unseen, jus......

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...In the quiet depths where shadows swell, I dive into the ocean of grief, Where the waves whisper secrets, And the tides pull at my heart, A current of sorrow, heavy and relentless, Yet......

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... I wake up already tired, eyes heavy from screens and sleepless nights, stomachs empty, wallets thinner than dreams, parents fighting over bills, over nothing, over everything. at school, the......

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...I used to think love was simple, but now it feels like a tangled thread. You pull at it, I pull back, and we both end up with hands full of regret. I want to ask you what’s broken, but......

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...It is an unfortunate reality, Those most able to tie word and misery - Are most often the least spoken. They are capable of divining the self, Pulling out streams of emotion. - Emotion that is......

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...Thoughts coil around my mind, Not chains—no, chains can be broken. These are roots, tangled deep, Threaded through marrow, Anchored in places I cannot reach. I pull. They tighten. I resist. T......

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...I stand before the mirror, and it feels like a judge’s eye. It holds a truth I don't want to see, tracing lines over my skin like cracks on a map I never drew. I hide in shadows of o......

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... My grief is a tide that rises and falls without warning, sweeping away the familiar shores of my being. I write to you not as a poet but as a fellow bearer of sorrow, for the shining sun has dim......

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...Sunflowers like smiling balloons, round and robust, sounds of the stem bobbing like a string tied not to the past but to the soons. Lost before noon, the duct let out one final tear. Now she ......

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...I embroidered my dreams on my skin, with threads of desires and burning hopes, But now they pull at every movement, tearing me from within. In the burnt pages of my journal, there you live, Somewh......

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...Days of yearning pull at my heartstrings, I wait for everything and nothing. Years of anguish feed upon my soul, how long will I endure?......

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...You asked for no strings attached So I pull at my lose threads I feel as though I am about vomit I don’t recognize who I am anymore and neither do you But I keep pulling because You asked f......

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...(A lone voice whispers) Have you worn one of those old red coats yet The one given by one of the invisible Riders in the silent night The Msula Who knows when your libido's getting wet ......

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... i can’t get up in the morning, i'm frozen my body wont budge my brain screams at me pleading to get out of bed but i can’t, i’m stuck i’m heavy and exhausted but i somehow find a way to mo......

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...They cannot come to an agreement on how to solve the ground dove’s problem, all the birds are flying around picking at the feather in the old parrots crown ,and the bees circling in the air watching ......

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