Replaying Poems - Poems about Replaying

... The seashore knows, the path I tread. Records my steps, when I have fled. In prints I cast, the post-card shows, The path I tread, the seashore knows. Gulls see my stance, as swells flash pas......

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... I’ve run into this truth three times now I know I’m hard to love. But every I love you I ever gave Was carved from the depths of my soul. It wasn’t light. It wasn’t fleeting. It was real.......

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... I’ve run into this truth three times now I know I’m hard to love. But every I love you I ever gave Was carved from the depths of my soul. It wasn’t light. It wasn’t fleeting. It was real.......

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...Ruffles of sand that flash before my eyes in every waking moment Oceans of blue that briefly lift and meet mine My plain, brown eyes, that would blend in the mud And my clothes that never lose the......

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...What if The echoes- ricocheting off The mountain walls Were just a voice Stuck there for infinity A voice trapped Into the tangle of forever Cursed to repeat Whatever noise that is made ......

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... The poetic image is not an echo of the past. On the contrary: through the brilliance of any image, the distant past resounds with echoes. – Gaston Bachelard If memories invade ......

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...Building castles within my own confinement only to be hit with the harshest of realities & replaying what it means to be broken, to heal, and relapse over and over again. Numbing the weight o......

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... Take a look at what we see. Out of mind, past the dreams. A cataclysmic path to roads. That carries secrets no one knows. Like skin we shed all we dread. Replaying lives once we’re dead. Watc......

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...Just thought of the B-word, Perhaps it’s tied to the F-word. Now I feel like the S-word— They all strike sharp, like a sword. Cutting both edges, cold and fierce, Though I remain just a piece.......

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...when old people talk about their past loves they don't talk about what it was like when their love left. they don't talk about the feeling the next morning when all you want to do is call. they do......

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... as the sea serenades sorrowful symphonies of marine ruins I listen to the crashing crystals within sun-drenched sapphires married to the memories of once upon ......

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... "An evanescent moment, fleeting, yet forever shall stay A memory of you held subdued unable to fade away Replaying in the mind a day long ago A beautiful picture of you unable......

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...Just how much courage does it take? To stick to the plan that I’d made ......

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...Every day when I wake up in the morning I promise myself that today will be different and I’ll change So that I’ll be able to finally sleep without my head hurting From replaying these lucid agoni......

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...In the darkroom of my mind, your photo still develops A snapshot of you sears my brain Fighting so hard to let it go The artist within me cannot fathom the idea of letting go of a muse so beautif......

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