Pull Out Poems - Poems about Pull Out

Waves That Pull

One step away
from waves that play.
In that fresh light,
he let go that night.

I thought back then,
that was all it had been.
I stayed to see
each wave hit me.

With heart shut tight,
no stars in sight.
My hands let go,
they moved so slow.

Each night I'd fall
inside the call—
the thoughts so loud,
the cries unbowed.

Maybe it's me
who made him flee…
But how

Magnetic pull of bliss

When distanced from source we feel incomplete,
which involuntarily births intent
to be still, being our way to repent,
that thus by surrendering at God’s feet,
invoking grace we sense magnetic heat,
signalling God has accorded consent,
for our pristine soul’s heavenward ascent,
in bliss mists, leaving heart feeling upbeat.

The cause behind all causes, is this pull,
being simply stated, God’s magnetism,
rapture beyond

Pull yourself out of it

Pull yourself out of it you have been sad far to long
But how can I pull myself out of it if I don't know  what is wrong

Pull yourself out of it it's easy if you just try

But how can I Pull myself out of it if for no reason I start to cry

Pull yourself

Cosmic Pull

this vast and silent space
this tiny dot we call our home
we who breathe and dream here
are but specks of dust among too many others.

some stars born anew
some wander forever
some quietly fade away

still we look up
make wishes on dying stars
as if the void might answer a whisper

such tiny beings like us
found each other
amid a thousand floating

Gardening Lessons: When to Pull the Volunteers

I was turning the bed,
knife-deep in dirt when I felt it:
that ache in the wrists
from too much tending.
And there she was again—
not in the muscle,
in the memory.

Being her friend was like this:
feeding a ghost with phantom limbs,
never full, never proof enough.

She wore collapse like a weather system
borrowing against good nature,
demanded every last bit of attention—
prostration

PULL ME OUT

Lost
Underneath this despair
Lies darkness that loots
Loots the humanity inside of me
It is darkness I see,not humanity
It is darkness that sees me,not humanity
Dead


Dead
Is the light of hope
Hope for the light that outshines the darkness 
Darkness that loots,the sanity inside me
Gloom
 
Gloom
Fills the heart that loves,that loved
In the time of emptiness 
Gloom is what fills me,gloom is

Slow motion or is it a Pull back with breakups

In current times, breaking up is often referred to as a slow-motion breakup, or as the new generation might say, "pulling back." The lyrics of songs reflect the sentiment that breaking up is challenging, though it is approached differently today.

Whenever I approached two to three years into a relationship,
I recall sensing the gradual shift or

Pull the pin

Sometimes it's time to pull the pin,
not to make a din,
but to abide, let it slide,
and sit on the fence
watching the tide come in.

Pull Your Head Out

Unclench your sphincter
to better see
the world around you
and reality.

Survey the landscape
thru a forests tree's
spot the misconceptions
of what's to be.

These lefty loons
they prefer dysfunction
while spreading lies
without compunction.

Big changes are needed
we just can't wait
the deceit they hide
intent to obfuscate.

They'll side with fraud
and bureaucratic waste
against the working man
where the burdens placed.

Their in disguise
the evil few
making claims
that just aren't

A Pull, A Return

The snake coils in the sun,
spectacles sheathing her eyes, 
trunk warming against the earth.
They say she feels nothing,
only the hiss of hunger,
the strike of instinct.
But watch—
how she lingers where the light is softest,
how she curves herself into the shape of what she trusts,
how she returns, again, to nest in the mesquite.

The crow does not speak

Pull up a chair for grief

Pull up a chair for grief right now and let her sit beside you 
She’s come around to hold your hand so let her in, she’ll guide you. 

She’ll be with you throughout your loss 
She’ll be your only comfort. 
She’ll wipe your tears and hold your heart while all things fall apart around you.

Pull

I dim with the dark.
I spiral with the world.
I look up to see you: Bright and still.

I shiver in the cold.
I crack at the pressure.
My blurry eyes gaze: Warm and solid.

Desolate contusions,
Mend me of my bruises,
I can't seem to place quite why.

I hurdle just to stumble,
Embrace me in the rubble,
Never to complain or sigh.

A shoulder,

Black holes stop their pull in fear

Hate hangs from me like a disintegrating cloak
It’s sickly oil tendrils trailing from me
It never gives passes
Eloquent in its misuse
Scratching its way through the sheerness. of the
slivers
Feeling so black that blue isn’t quite enough

Love drapes from me like a sculpted marble toga
It’s twirling twines exploding into fluff
It lives in the past and futures
Incoherently overused
It coddles

Pull And Push

I empty my treasure caskets.
Allured by Renunciation
Pearls and gems yet fill my baskets.
I gather each new temptation.

Am I Wrong?

I told you how I felt, 
but you'd twist it to arguments, 
and now I wonder is it 
worth speaking at all?

I stand here, weighing it up 
respect and distance,
I've been matching what you give, 
but when the lines blur, 
I begin to pull away.

No one's coming to save me, 
I've known that for a

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