Searching Poems - Poems about Searching

The tremor in my hand, not from the hunt, but the stillness after the endless pacing. Dust motes danced in the imagined beam of a lantern I never lit, searching corners already illuminated by the quiet hum of being. The map unfolded in my mind, marked with X's for treasures I swore were buried deep, while the weight of gold warmed my very pockets, unacknowledged currency of breath and heartbeat. I...

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Inspired by Mati, a Stubborn, Beautiful, Black Angora When Mom sat me on the ground, oh, meow, what fun I found. Loved the out, but now I need in more, so I call and rub our door. Where's our stuff they carried out, I still smell familiars about? They just don't hear me yet, I'm sure there's no reason...

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Foundation. Do you have a twin flame you are bound to look for and love, searching over many lifetimes? Title: Soul Searching (A lone voice whispers) I used to search everywhere, but now I just travel North To somewhere in the US In the middle of a small city Stand on a windowsill I finally found and watch Watch my twin...

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It was a long way home I had wandered for many miles Searching for that pot of gold That’s said to be at the end Of every rainbow I saw a lot of rainbows That stretched across galaxies With no end in sight But no hint of a pot of gold Did I see I encountered a lot of well-polished stones And although there were Well worn...

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I found myself searching for you Through many men who just won't do, As they simply cannot compare to you, But truth is it is never them making me blue. Instead I decided I will follow through On my great awakening, to be true To my ability to show love and woo Every man willing to satisfy my feelings too. I found myself...

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I'm not sure when you left, but my guess is, it's been a process from the beginning. Maybe the moment you left heaven's presence you longed for its essence, and left unnoticed? Or was it when your freedom fell, taken from the grips of hell, and all it taught you to believe about yourself, and life? Or maybe when the one you felt could change...

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I've scoured t he earth..And all heavanly realms..Searching For someone??? Who will really be well? Righteous and Upstanding its been an interesting stint.' I did find some Willing..I'd say the best of the candidates.' But these were All skint.' For their mentality you see is mostly to share!! And to get to earthly power.' Well lets not even go there.! I...

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Sitting attentively on a rickety park bench My thoughts as deep as an ocean trench People scurrying aimlessly with their daily lives In time they’ll fade too, into the archives I notice a young family, a dog and a cat After they draw a last breath, what awaits after that? Billions departed throughout the lineage of man Bygone times, forgotten lives; been...

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Within every writer's soul is an untold role, rolling along the shadows, secretly, desperately seeking the glow above the darkness that gave it life in the first place...

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i searched every beautiful view to try and replace that feeling of looking into your eyes, i fished every lake to try and reel in that fish again to help my hearts cries, i listened to every song to try and match that melody of your voice, i tried every food to try and fill that void you...

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She walks the streets of this vast city, looking in alleys and corners gritty. Hoping to find love's tender smile, but instead finds loneliness in all the miles. He roams the streets of this vast town, staring forlornly at the dirty ground. Despair has taken its final hold. The lack of her love has left...

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I’ve tasted a morsel of darkness, In the frantic fleeing from sight. And I’ve searched in every crevice - For the thing that let me fight. - But I couldn’t find the time to stay, Or the willpower to go. And because of that I’m stuck in clay - In the place I used to know....

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The Trail of Tears was in men’s thoughts before 1492. Almost four-hundred years cleared the Cherokee-Selma path. Blood dries up like rain. Stains fade from red to black. Rainbows are present only in discarded kaleidoscopes. Czars scattered the seed of Lenin like talk in small town bars, Plowed under like wet fodder. Blood soaks in like rain. Stains fade from red to shallow,...

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Alone, gazing as far as the heart can see, down a narrow, inviting road to a place where I would rather be. How brisk the steps, how caliginous the night, how solemn the wrongs, before the feeling’s right. Moving blindly trusting fate, endless empiric arriving late. Resplendent dreams, transcendent hope, where are all the years? Fleetly passing unfulfilled transported by the tears. What direction now, what will I do? Where are the...

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The truth is a book But you have to read it You can own a book, but if you never read it You will never know what it is You may guess at some of the truth Others will have found a different path to part of the truth No-one is actually wrong, they just cannot Or will not, see all of...

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