Restless Poems - Poems about Restless

Jaguar Paw, with a run and a leap, From his hunters, he'd constantly creep. Through jungles so dense, With incredible sense, "This chase," he thought, "makes me go to sleep!" ©bfa032125 (Rudy Youngblood in Apocalypto) ...

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We are Estranged But— I hope my image stays in your mind forever —etched in your memory until your last breath. Whenever you tuck a strand of hair behind her ear—maybe, at least once, you'd reminisce about me. I feel unsettled, yet sometimes, I wish that when your lips meet hers, a faint echo of my taste still lingers. It...

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The world slips into sleep, and I lie awake, restless on the cold bed, Waiting for that call to bring me comfort, like every night, The day's fatigue lingers, but the night comes to share everything with him, To listen as his stories come to life and unfold in the dark, The night passes in a haze, and our...

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In the stillness of the night, I find, A haunting fear that clouds my mind. What if the day should come too soon, When fate decides to change its tune? Your laughter, like a melody, The anchor to my sanity. Yet shadows loom, and whispers creep, Invading dreams when I should sleep. I clutch your hand, so warm and strong, Afraid that life might...

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By Imran Ahmed A Man Runs Wild Fierce And Proud Head Held High Lost In The Crowd, Chasing Dreams Too Far To Hold Like Rain That Slips Through Fingers Cold, A Dog Behind A Moving Wheel Blind To Truth Deaf To Appeal, It Runs And Runs But All In Vain The Chase Is Endless Filled With Pain, Some Roads Lead Nowhere Yet We...

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could use some saving, from a restless mind. keeping me up to stare into the dark. every night it becomes rush hour in my head, all these thought and memories leave my soul pinned to this bed. what i should of said, what i could of done, what i cant do. all these restless nights caused by you. in...

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Restless is Portugal There is mayhem in Paradise the citizens of Lisbon are tired of the bother and street fighting, where knives are used by migrants Gang fights, robbery, and shop theft is a daily Matter, the police work double shifts Most of the incomers are from Pakistan and Bangladesh, where Portugal once had a colony The democratic socialists ask...

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The heart is not big Don't put everything in it The good is hidden in the heart The bad is thrown away in time. The heart is sensitive Don't put too much emotional baggage It will burst anytime in a way unnotice Caught unaware the hurt....

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I do foolish things when I'm blue when I'm sad and missing you I do foolish things like dancing all night foolish things drinking everything in sight foolish things shopping til I drop foolish things somehow, I cannot stop doing foolish things when I'm blue when I'm sad and missing you I do foolish things watching ‘parks & rec' all night foolish things drinking coffee until daylight foolish things dragging friends on crazy romps foolish things somehow I...

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I am sitting in this cabin, ’twas built so long ago up here in the wild mountains, has a big bay window, a vast and sprawling forestscape greets my wandering eyes, then comes that familiar urge to get up, go outside. Go traipse that hill off to the left, I bet the view is good, scope that meadow off to the east, where deer come from...

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In secret gardens, far from sight, I shed the masks I wear in light. No eyes to judge, no voice to guide, Just whisper of the self inside. The whisper which wishes to reside in every heart, i am the resonating echo of that restless void. I wander, seeking light in the darkness, I've heard...

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In this moment lost, I wonder why, What am I doing with these restless dreams? The past and future silently pass by, In this moment lost, I wonder why. I seek a path beneath the endless sky, The present slips away, or so it seems. In this moment lost, I wonder why, What am I doing with these restless dreams?...

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empowered to shape illusions we frolic about in dreams within dreams until reaching point of exhaustion silence infuses rapture of magnetism to which we then get addicted and so secretly seek the enlivening bliss current in timeless time bliss gets embodied within an ever present heartbeat of love which we then take for granted as an attribute we own reverberating in permanence it is clear we continue...

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In the twilight of a restless world, where minds are chained to glowing screens, The machine-like hum of existence drowns the whispers of the soul, People move like automatons, their essence eroded by the electronic tide, A slow degradation of well-being, a quiet erosion of dignity, intolerable in the end. In this programmed environment, where the air grows thick...

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